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Ever since their rendezvous at Christmas, Hermione and Bellatrix had fallen into something of a relationship—or that’s what Hermione called it when she thought about it. What else would one call it when the two met up occasionally for a date that inevitably ended in Bellatrix absolutely rocking Hermione’s world?Today, Bellatrix had shown up unannounced at Hermione’s flat, a mischievous smirk on her perfect face and the promise of more swirling around her as surely as her jasmine-and-citrus perfume. The dress she wore nearly made Hermione pull her inside, hang all the plans. It was black (of course) and flared out at the belted waist, though the top was haltered and cut so low it barely covered what Hermione knew were peachy taut nipples.
Fuck.
“Thought we could go on a picnic today, love, what do you think?” she asked in her cut-glass accent.“That sounds great,” Hermione panted.She felt disheveled in comparison, wearing only tiny shorts and an outsized t-shirt. Running a hand through her hair, realizing it was hopelessly tangled, she glanced behind her, hoping for a chance to freshen up.“I’ll wait,” Bellatrix said, and winked. “Wear a dress.”“Are you sure you don’t just want to come inside?” Hermione raised a brow.“Patience, love,” Bella promised.
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It was an unseasonably warm day, the sky drenched in the deepest of blues, the grass impossibly green. Hermione leaned back, letting her skin get drenched in the sunshine, freckles be damned. Bellatrix had practically purred when Hermione emerged quicker than expected, wearing a butter yellow sundress and white sandals. She’d brought a cardigan, sensing it was inevitably necessary, but for now, she was letting the sun warm her bare arms.Bella had planned a picnic, and Hermione was overcome by the sweetness of the gesture, glad that she hadn’t followed through with her desire to drag Bellatrix inside her flat and fuck her senseless.The two sat on a large emerald-colored blanket, an honest-to-goodness wicker picnic basket perched beside them. It seemed as though Bella’s intent had been to bring charcuterie, though each bit of food she brought to her mouth was more and more of a distraction to Hermione, dragging her typically intelligent, focused brain from anything other than Bella’s body, as if she was a cave woman whose only desires were those inherent ones that urged her to procreate.“I feel like you’ve barely heard a word I’ve said,” Bella pouted.“I’m listening,” Hermione insisted, helping herself to a slice of cheese.Bella brought a strawberry up to her plump lips, and Hermione watched them spread over the fruit, her mind going, yet again, elsewhere.“I was thinking we could plan a trip soon,” Bella said.“Oh?”That certainly seemed like something people in a relationship did. Hermione straightened, drawing all of her attention to the conversation at hand.Bella hummed.“Imagine how lovely it would be to spend an entire week in the sun like this, just relaxing and… other things,” she raised her eyebrows.“Florence? The south of France? I’d go anywhere,” Hermione said.“Would you?”“With you, yes,” Hermione felt her face flush.Bellatrix nodded, humming again. She dragged her tongue along the center line of the black cherry she held in her dainty hand, licking her bottom lip, her deep brown eyes never leaving Hermione’s.“Bella,” Hermione choked. “You’re killing me here. Are you ready to go back?”“Why wait?” Bellatrix pulled the cherry from her mouth with a pop.“Wh—what?”“I said. Why. Wait.”“I don’t know what you mean…” Hermione trailed off, her heart pounding because she was pretty sure that she knew exactly what Bellatrix meant.Catlike, Bella got down on all fours, crawling towards Hermione. She shoved the remaining charcuterie to one side, a devilish smile on her full, cherry-stained mouth. Once she closed the very small distance between them, Bellatrix leaned into Hermione, her full chest pressed against Hermione’s own, the rise and fall of their breath bringing them closer, closer.“What do you want? Right now?”“You,” Hermione breathed.Bella nodded, smirking. “Thought as much.”Pressing their lips together in a tender kiss, she reached one hand up and cradled Hermione’s cheek, easing Hermione down to the blanket in the process. Having Bellatrix over her was Hermione’s favorite, and it took no time for her lace underthings to soak with arousal, her hands winding into the thick black curls, tugging Bella down with her.Bellatrix extricated herself, chuckling softly. Hermione whined.“Patience, I said. You’ll be rewarded for it, I promise.”Bellatrix held herself over Hermione, her body just ghosting over Hermione’s as she leaned in to kiss her yet again. Her tongue swept along Hermione’s bottom lip, dancing with her own as Bella’s hand ran along the yellow cotton of her sundress, tracing the slender curves beneath. When she pulled away, it was only to kiss down Hermione’s neck, her collarbone, the small swell of her breasts. Hermione reached out her hands, squeezing Bellatrix’s fantastic tits, and was promptly slapped away.“Wait, love,” Bellatrix whispered seductively into her ear. “This is just for you right now.”She backed off Hermione in one swift movement, lifting Hermione’s legs until they were bent and shoving her dress to her hips.“Bella…” Hermione sighed.“Hmm?” Bellatrix hummed through her ministrations along Hermione’s inner thigh, her hand cradling the slope of her calf and working her thumb up and over her knee.“Bella,” Hermione panted, protesting halfheartedly. “Someone could see us—cars have been driving by this entire time…”“Mm-hmm,” Bella worked her way higher.“Mmm, fuck,” Hermione groaned. “We’re out in the open.”“Yes,” Bella sighed. “Do you want me to stop?”No.Yes.Fuck.“Nooo,” Hermione moaned as Bella ran her tongue along the soaked lace fabric of Hermione’s underwear.Bellatrix paused, looking up at Hermione from between her legs, and Hermione’s resolve snapped.“Fuck, you look so good,” Hermione said in a low voice.“What do you want, sweet thing?”“Taste me,” Hermione said, lifting her hips from the blanket to bring them closer to Bella’s smirking mouth.Bellatrix raised a brow, biting her lip to hold back her grin, and then lowered her face back to the space between Hermione’s legs, pressing her tongue to the lace, the pressure causing Hermione
to sigh softly.“I need these off,” Bella demanded.“Mmhmm…”“Help me, love, lift your hips so I can get your knickers off.”Bellatrix tugged the fabric over Hermione’s pliant form, stuffing them into the nearby picnic basket. She settled down again, her tongue tentatively touching the very outermost portion of Hermione’s clit. Reaching out her hands, twining them again into Bellatrix’s hair, she threw her head back, whining a bit as Bella brought her tongue in a second time, testing, pausing. She loved to drag out the initial bit of contact, and Hermione let her, knowing the reward was well worth the wait. No one gave head like Bellatrix.She dragged her tongue slowly along Hermione’s clit, using it to open the swollen lips and gain better access, and Hermione felt herself soaking with pleasure.“So wet for me, love,” Bella murmured.“Yes,” Hermione moaned.Bella adjusted her position, arranging herself so that she could work with her fingers as well. Hermione heard her huff slightly against her signet ring—something that always drove Hermione mad—and then she was working her fingers into Hermione, one at a time, until her first three were hooked inside of her. Hermione rocked her hips, adding friction as Bella brought her tongue back to Hermione’s pulsing clit and trailed it up and down, lapping and moaning into the softest, most sensitive parts of her.“Bella, fuck me…”Distantly, Hermione was aware that there were cars driving by down near the road, that through the thin copse of trees there was a family laughing and playing, that at any moment, she and Bellatrix could be arrested for public indecency, but she found it wretchedly hard to care about that as Bella brought her to the brink. Her closed eyes exploded into a dazzling array of stars.“Bella, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop…” Hermione begged, her fingers gripping the grass.Always an attentive lover, Bellatrix did not break stride—if anything, she increased her lovemaking with vigor, her pace increasing as she licked Hermione’s clit and rammed her fingers in and out of her dripping vagina.That did it.Her hips bucked, her legs quaking as Bellatrix kept her frenzied pace whilst Hermione rode out her orgasm, only stopping when Hermione tapped her lightly on her inky black curls, too sensitive to bear another moment.Bellatrix sat back on her heels, inserting her first three fingers into her mouth and dragging them out slowly, cleaning them as she kept her eyes locked on Hermione’s.“That was—fuck,” Hermione was beyond words.“A delicious picnic? Yes, I quite enjoyed it as well,” Bellatrix smirked.