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[transgressings]

[ She is not denying herself this, not when she can feel this hint of his power licking over her, caressing like a separate touch apart from where their skin meets — and yet she does not hasten him either, purposeful in her pursuit but not attempting to spur him on to more with any urgency. The intimate setting they exist in, the heat of the bath, the additional warmth of his touch all merges to soothe her, relax her, and she won't rush even a single moment of it.

The slightest movement from her ensures there is enough room between the splay of her thighs for his hand to delve there, and as he strokes at her, her head shifts in its dock against his shoulder, eyes falling shut as she surrenders that sense of sight in order to let the rest overwhelm her further, touch and scent and the sound of their shared breaths in her hearing.

She's content to let him rut against her too, using an almost frictionless slide beneath the surface of the water to satisfy himself; she has every intention of putting that hardness to use eventually, but curiosity in how he'll use his fingers on her wins out over guiding his cock inside of her right away. ]

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[ As her head comes to rest against his shoulder, and one of his hands finds those lower lips, and gently strokes, finding her intimacy and her warmth, and his fingers tingle as he slips one gently inside her, exploring, teasing, wanting to just keep the pace of slow, steady, and intent pleasuring of her. There is a heat that is nothing to do with the water at all in him now, and he has it and needs it, and uses it to stroke and tease her body, finding what she likes with each touch and reaction.

He bends his head to press warm kisses to her neck, the side of her face, and her chin, gentle strokes of skin against skin, his lips slightly hotter than her skin, and the feeling makes him shudder lightly. In the move, in the heart of it, he loses sight of anything but the touch of her, his mind spiraling back to the day he met her, and sensations of desire that filled him, as he met her there.

Now, under his own will, his own mind, and aroused fully as well as then, he slipped his second arm around her side and supported her some that way, with his hand curving around to find her breast on that side, fingers teasing that nipple and slipping across her curves with warm appreciation.

Harry could feel his heart beating slow and steady, excited but not racing, and he felt a desire to see her rise to come, if he could send her to it. He is still hard, but that part of him still as he touches her with hands and magic, with lips and intent, and lets desire fill the way. ]

[transgressings]

[ It is somehow more than she anticipates, though perhaps she should have foreseen his capability to invoke power along those lines based on the small displays she has already witnessed from him; still, it is one thing to have a visual performance and quite another to experience it through his touch, hands that seem warmer than even the water itself roaming over her skin.

So much passes between them wordlessly, intuited; the heat his hands emit already renders her relaxed and more pliant in his embrace, but when he eases one finger inside her she arches against him with a soft moan, head lolling against his shoulder while his lips fall to the curve of her neck, her cheek, the defined angle of her jawline. She lifts a hand to caress the side of his face with dripping fingers as her hips subtly undulate beneath the surface of the water to sheathe that single digit further inside her.

By then he is already touching her elsewhere, cupping her breast in his other hand, and she lets herself move against him, gives him the friction of her backside nudging against his erection, frottage that seeks to keep him ready and eager for her.

He will make her come for him; it is merely a question of when, and the more firmly he touches her, the deeper he strokes within her, the closer she nears the inevitability of her release. ]