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yolaura imaging +________+ received that leaves me here's another mental scene, which takes the same FICT previous entry, just as before, long before the same: untitled FICT Scene:
give Hermione finished the last sip left of the cup, even with flushed cheeks and looked set in the background where once there was orange juice. The citrus smell she would never forget, not because it did not know before, but for now, again, took a had significantly different.
- was delicious - she said with a half smile, containing greatly desire to bite his lower lip to be not to mourn. Just finished saying these two words, the breathing became agitated, being too obvious in his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Harry moved closer to her and took the glass from his hands, and even broke in the process, he dropped to the floor, concentrating on the feel of his fingers intertwined with hers. He left one of his hands to accommodate the ear behind a tuft of brown curls across his cheeks. Then, without more quickly outlined the profile of your face, calmly down the neck and was left with more patience in the clavicle.
By now Hermione let out a sigh their fears and closed his eyes from it all, again let your body, mind and soul is imbued with all that is and involves Harry Potter.
And he knew it.
knew she had a gap in your life and gave him a great fit for him to seize it, not just physically. Not only sweat and excitement, not only kisses and caresses. Was a need to be together, well beyond the sexual act.
Harry took off his glasses and dropped them like that, while approaching his face to hers and joined her lips gently on Hermione, who swore his soul is that although it was not the first time I kissed her, still felt that feeling of peace spread throughout your being, stressing that if Hermione Granger is just not right.
Hermione used her free arm to avoid falling to roughness on the body of Harry, lost in the sensations that ran over her self and shook his soul to feel Harry's bare chest against his own skin. One lost his hand in his brown waves and the other stroking his neck, collarbone and shoulder. Hermione never thought that this area of your skin would be so sensitive to touch, or maybe it was enough for Harry to slip your hands to make it sensible. Only
the moment that their bodies have called for air to keep running, was when he dared to look, saying much without words. Hermione felt blush more when Harry just nodded and let her rest in his bare chest to draw meaningless figures on your skin.
And it was only 6 am.
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give Hermione finished the last sip left of the cup, even with flushed cheeks and looked set in the background where once there was orange juice. The citrus smell she would never forget, not because it did not know before, but for now, again, took a had significantly different.
- was delicious - she said with a half smile, containing greatly desire to bite his lower lip to be not to mourn. Just finished saying these two words, the breathing became agitated, being too obvious in his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Harry moved closer to her and took the glass from his hands, and even broke in the process, he dropped to the floor, concentrating on the feel of his fingers intertwined with hers. He left one of his hands to accommodate the ear behind a tuft of brown curls across his cheeks. Then, without more quickly outlined the profile of your face, calmly down the neck and was left with more patience in the clavicle.
By now Hermione let out a sigh their fears and closed his eyes from it all, again let your body, mind and soul is imbued with all that is and involves Harry Potter.
And he knew it.
knew she had a gap in your life and gave him a great fit for him to seize it, not just physically. Not only sweat and excitement, not only kisses and caresses. Was a need to be together, well beyond the sexual act.
Harry took off his glasses and dropped them like that, while approaching his face to hers and joined her lips gently on Hermione, who swore his soul is that although it was not the first time I kissed her, still felt that feeling of peace spread throughout your being, stressing that if Hermione Granger is just not right.
Hermione used her free arm to avoid falling to roughness on the body of Harry, lost in the sensations that ran over her self and shook his soul to feel Harry's bare chest against his own skin. One lost his hand in his brown waves and the other stroking his neck, collarbone and shoulder. Hermione never thought that this area of your skin would be so sensitive to touch, or maybe it was enough for Harry to slip your hands to make it sensible. Only
the moment that their bodies have called for air to keep running, was when he dared to look, saying much without words. Hermione felt blush more when Harry just nodded and let her rest in his bare chest to draw meaningless figures on your skin.
And it was only 6 am.
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