The hours passed quickly. Hermione was excited to see this American town she had read about, having never been to this country before and find this city fascinating. Despite the time difference, she didn’t feel tired and quickly adapted to the much earlier hour. They went to museums and walked along the river and they even rode a trolley before walking down several streets with gorgeous homes. He touched her often, holding her hand as they walked, stroking her arm as they sat together, watching her face to see her reaction to everything.
He was more relaxed than she had ever seen him, smiling and telling her about everything they saw, completely charming but still her Blaise. She bought presents for all her friends, Blaise paying since she hadn’t even brought her bag due to the surprise of their visit, though she promised to repay him when they returned to London. As the sun slowly set in the West, the air was still dry and hot, her body sticky with sweat and flushed from being in the sun for so long.
He had brought her to a small eatery that made beignets, the two of them sitting beneath the awning and watching the various street performers near Jackson Square as the drank coffee and ate the sweet treats. As it grew later, the streets became more crowded. So many different types of people speaking a variety of languages. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, Hermione falling in love with the city in just a few short hours. She turned to look at him, finding his eyes on her again, this time not blushing or looking away. "Thank you for bringing me here."
"I knew you’d love it here," he smiled softly, his fingers moving along her cheek before his thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth, "It’s one of my favorite places to get away for a bit. You have sugar on your lips."
"Blaise," she whispered as his thumb moved along her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out to lick his flesh, tasting sugar mixed with the unique flavor of Blaise. She watched his eyes narrow, darkening until they were nearly black, a nerve in his cheek twitching as she licked his thumb.
"There’s still more," he muttered before leaning forward, his hand moving from her mouth to tangle in her hair as he pulled her towards him. Their lips met, the kiss full of desire and passion, tongues stroking tongues, exploring each other’s mouths, Hermione moaning softly as he deepened the kiss. Reluctantly, he released her lips, their eyes meeting as he said, "Maybe we should go back to the flat."
"Yes," Hermione replied breathlessly, knowing exactly what she was saying yes to, her panties getting wet at the realization that it wouldn’t be much longer before their relationship moved to the next level. When they moved from friends to lovers and possibly something more.
She took his hand, her fingers clutching his as he helped her stand. He took her packages from her, turning to face away from any nearby Muggles, quickly shrinking her bags and putting them in his pocket before hiding his wand beneath his shirt. She saw a glimpse of bronzed skin when he raised his shirt, a flat stomach with just a scattering of hair on his lower abdomen, his shirt pushed back down before he took her hand again.
Blaise led her across the street to Jackson Square, pulling some Muggle money from his pocket and walking to one of the carriages that could be privately rented. After a few words with the driver and several large American Muggle bills, he helped Hermione into the carriage, seeing her look of pleasure at his choice of transportation back to his Grandmere’s flat. He had thought she might enjoy this, knowing her well enough to know that she was a bit of a romantic beneath her no-nonsense and logical image.
He sat next to her, his hand moving hers to rest on his thigh as his hand rest on top of it, his other arm moving around her shoulders and pulling her closer, his fingers playing with one of her curls as the carriage began to move through the now darkened streets of the Vieux Carre. There were sounds everywhere, the click clack of the mule as it led them through the streets and the noises from the bars and people they passed. Hermione was looking around and smiling, her hand holding his as she took in the history sights that intrigued her.
People were everywhere, neon indicating the many bars and clubs frequented by the Muggles, Hermione leaning back and resting her head against his chest as they listened to their driver. He had paid extra for a lengthier ride so the carriage moved throughout the streets, the driver telling them the history of the passing buildings in a friendly way that he had perfected over years of giving tours to tourists.
When the carriage stopped at a corner, he smiled as he motioned over a woman selling roses, buying one from her and handing it to Hermione. His witch smiled beautifully and kissed his cheek as she took the flower, smelling it as her eyes met his. The look of emotion in her beautiful brown eyes made his heartbeat race. Blaise leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first but soon more passionately, hearing the sound of jazz from a nearby club, the sultry sounds adding to the eroticism of her lips against his.
The carriage continued it’s slow progress as he devoured her mouth, her hand moving behind his head, her fingers tangling in his thick black hair as she moved closer, her tongue moving into this mouth as the hand holding the rose rested on his thigh. They kissed the remainder of the way to his Grandmere’s flat, oblivious to everyone around them, just lost in the flavor and feel of one another.
Only the polite clearing of their driver’s throat alerted them to the fact that they had arrived at their destination. Reluctantly releasing her lips, Blaise handed the driver a large tip before getting out of the carriage and then helping her down. His hands slid along her back as she moved to the pavement, their eyes again meeting, her hand moving along the front of his shirt as the driver laughed softly, a romantic smile on his face as he looked at the happy couple, making a comment about young love before moving the carriage down the street.
Hermione followed Blaise into the courtyard that led to his Grandmother’s flat. He kept looking at her as they walked, desire in his blue eyes, her eyes drifting down to notice the rather prominent bulge pressing against his trousers. As he opened the door to the flat, she moved past him, waiting until the door shut before pressing him against the wall and kissing him, her lips moving over his as she pressed closer. She was on fire, her body beyond aroused, the slow kissing beneath the moonlight exciting her to the point of desperation. She had wanted him for months, had imagined kissing him, reality being so much more than anything she’d ever dreamed.
Blaise broke the kiss, his tongue moving over his lips as he pulled her across the room to the balcony. He opened the sliding glass doors, a soft breeze rustling the curtains, the air still hot and sticky. He looked at her, seeing the arousal in her eyes, the flush to her cheeks, the nipples hard against the thin material of her dress. "You should see the view at night."
"The view?" Hermione repeated dumbly, wondering what had happened to seduction and shagging, two things she was definitely more than ready for after the past hours, days, months.
"Trust me. You’ll love it," his voice was husky, his desire obvious as he indicated that she should step outside.
Hermione glared slightly, not at all pleased at being so ready to be seduced to only have him want her to step into the hot night air and look at the bloody view. She stepped outside, her eyes looking down at the street below. It was packed with people, laughing and drinking and having fun. Noisy, a mixture of several styles of music meeting her ears, more people than she’d realized had been out.
"Bourbon Street," Blaise’s voice was near her ear. He moved closer, the brunette feeling his body against her back. His hands moved along her arm as he continued, "So many people. Do you suppose they see us up here? Do you think they’re watching? Do they know how aroused you are, how desperate you are to feel me inside you, to have me touch you?"
"Oh God," Hermione whimpered softly as his words wrapped around her, sending tremors of desire throughout her all ready aroused body. His voice, Merlin, it shouldn’t be allowed for any wizard to have such a seductive voice.
"Watch them, Hermione," Blaise urged her before his lips brushed against her neck. He heard her inhale sharply as his lips touched her neck, his hands continuing to move along her arms as he licked her sweaty flesh. He moved her arms so that she was holding the balcony railing, leaning forward slightly, her hair falling across her shoulder. She turned to look at him but he moved his hand into her curly hair and kept her from seeing him, "Not me, not yet. Watch them."
Hermione let her eyes roam around the people walking beneath them, his words exciting her, wondering if someone might be watching them. She was normally rather inhibited when it came to thinking about sex but she found the idea of someone watching them a bit exciting in a very naughty way. Blaise kissed her neck, his fingers stroking her hair, his body so close that she could feel his erection pressing against the small of her back. She gasped when his teeth scraped her skin, her hands clenching around the balcony railing as he unfastened the tie of her dress with his teeth.
The material fell forward, leaving her breasts bare to the warm breeze. It was so hot that she could feel the sweat dripping down her chest, her body on fire from his touch, his lips continuing to kiss their way across her bare back. His hand moved from her arm to her stomach, resting against her abdomen, his long fingers brushing against the curve of her breast but not touching them, not in the way she wanted.
"What do you want, Hermione?" he purred beside her ear, his voice knowing, thick with his own desire and need, pressing his erection against her and moving ever so slightly. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you, Blaise," she moaned as his hand enveloped her breast, caressing the tender flesh, the hand in her hair pulling her head back as his lips found hers. He gently squeezed her breasts, his fingers brushing against her hard nipples, sending more arousal through her with that one action than Harry had done during their night together. This, this was what it was supposed to be like. Consuming and exciting and gentle and wicked and so many other things that caused her to feel more than she had ever imagined.
"How do you want me the first time?"
"First time?" she repeated breathlessly, breathing becoming more and more difficult as his hand left her hair and moved to her waist, his fingers pushing the dress down until it pooled around her feet, leaving her clad only in her sexy knickers. She bit her lip when his hand slid into her panties, a finger brushing through her auburn curls as his hand stroked her breast.
"You’re mine, Hermione," he whispered possessively, his hand tightening its grip on her breast, his other hand moving farther into the scrap of cloth she called knickers. Remembering their agreement, he sullenly added, "At least for tonight."
"A night of abandon," she said softly, knowing that had to be why she was acting so brazen, flirting with him most of the day, touching him and sitting close and trying to seduce him with her flimsy dress and heated glances. She was standing on a balcony over a street with dozens of people that could easily look up and see them and instead of feeling insecure or nervous, she felt alive and excited. This was a side of Blaise she had never imagined, believing him to be quiet and reserved, much like her, but this man teasing her with his clever fingers and seductive voice was anything but reserved. He was passionate and powerful and perfect.
"No thinking," he scolded, voice thick with desire, his cock hard and ready. It was taking all of his control not to simply unfasten his pants and fuck her, wanting her to decide how it would be their first time, wanting her to have the control so that he could let go and lose himself in her. He heard her moan as his fingers moved between her legs, finding her soaking wet, juices soon coating his hand as he touched her. "Siete così bei."
"Blaise, please," she pressed against his hand, nearly coming undone when he whispered Italian in her ear, recognizing beautiful and nothing else, the soft words in that gorgeous voice doing things to her that were probably illegal in several countries.
"How do you want it, Hermione? Merlin, please tell me because I don’t think I can wait much longer," he admitted quietly, his hand leaving her breasts to move to her panties, his finger snagging the flimsy material and ripping it from the trembling brunette.
"Oh God!" she cried out as she heard the sound of the material ripping it, a surge of lust spreading throughout her at his desperate and rough actions, two fingers sliding into her wet channel.
"Hermione, li ho bisogno. Decida prego," Blaise begged softly, slipping into the first language that he had learned as his emotions overwhelmed him. Reluctantly removing his hand from her knickers, he quickly pulled his shirt off, his hand immediately going back into her panties and continuing their slow teasing of his witch.
"Blaise, please, fuck me," she moaned when she felt his bare chest against her back, his lips on her neck, hearing his groan at her words. "I need you inside me. Please."
"So beautiful," he muttered as he unfastened his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down and stepping out of them, leaving him nude. He pressed against Hermione, his hand stroking his cock, fingers spreading the leaking juices along his length, preparing him for her. "Are you protected?"
"I, well, no," she admitted with a frustrated groan, "I’ve not made this a habit. You’re only my second lover and the first wasn’t, it wasn’t real, not like this."
"Potter," he said knowingly, jealousy flashing in his eyes at the idea that anyone else had ever seen her like this, had touched her, tasted her, been with her. He’d make her forget that experience, he vowed, not wanting her to think of anyone but him.
"It was a long time ago, Blaise," she said quietly, feeling the slight change that led her to believe he might be jealous. Of Harry. Merlin, the very idea was just bloody ridiculous. She had never felt one iota of the passion and desire and love that she felt for Blaise when she thought of Harry, a man that was like a brother to her.
"I just," he hesitated before deciding to be honest, "it bothers me that he saw you like this, that you shared this with him. I’m very possessive and have realized tonight that I can be rather jealous, two traits that are typical of Slytherin that I never realized I possessed until I met you."
"He never saw me like this," Hermione answered, wondering if it was odd that she considered his words to be a compliment, that she liked the idea of causing the normally cool and reserved wizard to be emotional and passionate and to lose control in this decidedly wicked way. "I never felt like this before, Blaise. Please, stop talking and fuck me."
"Hermione," he groaned her name as he leaned down to find his wand. Quickly casting the necessary contraceptive charm, brushing his lips over her legs as he made his way back up her body. He moved his head between her legs, needing to taste her after years of imagining how she’d taste.
She was delicious, his tongue snaking into her as she gasped above him. She spread her legs even more, leaning forward and holding the balcony railing for support as he feasted on her, his hand wet with her juices moving to stroke his aching cock. When he heard her begging softly, her voice needy and desperate, he stood up and positioned himself at her entrance.
Entering her slowly from behind, her wet pussy clenched around his thick erection as she moaned from the intrusion. She was so bloody tight, his teeth biting his lip as he resisted just plunging deep into her, not wanting to hurt her. "Hold the rail, Hermione," he suggested as he pulled out and pushed back into her, going a bit deeper.
"Blaise," she whimpered as he began to move, pulling out and then pushing back in a bit deeper, touching her in places she‘d never been touched before. His lips moved along her back, tongue licking the curve of her spine, finally sinking his entire length into her.
He gave her time to adjust, gentle despite his need. Merlin, she loved this man. In that moment on his Grandmother’s balcony overlooking the loud tourists below, naked and sweaty with him buried deep inside her, she finally acknowledged how she felt, what she had been feeling for months. She loved Blaise Zabini. She smiled at the realization, her muscles tightening around him as she squirmed, indicating that she was ready for him to take her.
He began to move again, his hand caressing her breasts as his body leaned against hers, her hands holding the balcony railing as she blindly looked at the bright lights below, the sound of music reaching them on the balcony as they moved together. Her body was overwhelmed with sensation, the feeling of him inside her too much, something she had wanted for so long and never imagined, her breathing ragged as she felt at tension deep inside, spreading over her before she cried out in release, her orgasm hitting her hard, her body arching against his as her head fell back onto his elegant shoulder. His lips moved over her neck before catching hers in a deep, penetrating kiss.
Blaise almost came when she did, her muscles tightening around him and nearly sending him into orgasm. If not for his resolution to give her two orgasms before coming himself, he would have simply let his lust take over and fucked her deep and hard until they were both screaming so loud everyone below would heard them and know exactly how satisfied they were, the raven-haired Slytherin rather liking the idea of everyone knowing she was his.
Instead, he moved them away from the railing, sitting down and letting her ride him, the brunette still gasping from her orgasm and hesitating as she tried to figure out what he wanted. He arched into her, her body beginning to move slowly back onto him, her legs resting on either side of his as she controlled the thrusts. She pushed back against his cock, his hands moving to caress her breasts as she shifted until she found a position she liked, her body raising and lowering itself as they sat in the chair.
Hermione frowned as she found herself looking at the balcony railing instead of Blaise, deciding that this position just wouldn’t do at all. She had been excited for him to take her from behind when she was leaning over the balcony and watching the people below, but now she wanted to see his face, to kiss him, to watch him come.
With a determined gleam in her eyes, she stood up, hearing his groan of protest. Before he could say anything, she turned around, the two of them seeing each other naked for the first time. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, his body slender but rather well developed, and his cock. Merlin! No wonder she’d been in pain at first. He was much thicker than Harry and she wouldn’t doubt he wasn’t just a bit longer.
"Hermione," he growled as his eyes raked over her, lingering on the soft curves of her breasts before moving down the length of her body sweeping back up to meet her eyes. He was glaring slightly, a sense of danger around him, making her feel like he might very well pounce on her and take her against the railing if she didn’t act quickly.
"Blaise," she replied with a slight smirk as she moved to straddle him, her hand moving over his cock, feeling the juices coating it, stroking it teasingly as she leaned forward and licked his lips before purring, "What do you want, Blaise?"
"You," he whispered before his hand tangled in her hair and he kissed her deeply, his left hand moving to grip her waist as he pulled her back down onto his erection. He moaned into her mouth when he was back inside her, the brunette vixen beginning to move, her breasts pressed against his chest as they kissed.
He felt her fingers in his hair, her other hand moving along his chest. He arched up when she twisted his nipple, her thumb brushing over the sensitive nub and sending a wave of heat straight to his cock. She pulled his hair, an action that he found undeniably arousing, his hand letting her hair go as he gripped her hips and began to control her movements, bringing her down against him as he felt his balls tighten, knowing his release was imminent.
Hermione moved her lips from his, kissing his face and neck, licking the flesh below his ear and hearing him moan as she did so, licking against and causing a similar reaction, making note of the spot that caused him to moan so lustfully for future exploration. She whimpered when she felt his hand between her legs, his thumb moving against her clit, his lips suddenly enveloping her breast, tongue teasing her nipples as he arched up into her, trying to get deeper but unable to in their current position.
She wasn’t surprised when he suddenly stood, her legs automatically going around him as he pushed her against the wall, the sound of jazz music and laughter reaching them from below, reminding her that they were on the balcony where anyone could be watching from a surrounding flat or even seeing them from below. This caused her to kiss him passionately, loving the feel of his body against hers, of his cock deep inside her. His thrusts increased in speed, each push shoving her against the wall and scratching her back. His fingers moved along her clit, twisting it suddenly and sending a shockwave of pleasure all the way through her body.
He broke the kiss, watching her face as she came, her face gorgeous when she was in the throes of orgasm. Blaise entered her half a dozen more times, feeling her body convulse around him as she came, her nails scratching his back, fingers pulling his hair, his body tensing as he entered her one last time before his seed spilled into her. Her muscles tightened around him, milking his release as they kissed, gentle and loving, neither having to say what they were feeling, conveying everything in the caress of their hands, the touch of their lips, the looks in their eyes.
Blaise released her lips as he gasped for breath, his hair sweaty against his head, his eyes a dark blue as he looked at her, his full lips curving into a sated smile as he touched her cheek, brushing the sweaty curls away from her face as he whispered, "Ti amo, Hermione."
"I love you, too, Blaise," she smiled gently, seeing his surprise at her translation of his words. "I don’t know a lot, but I do know a few phrases. Maybe you can teach me your language."
"You’re amazing," he kissed her again before slowly easing out of her. He picked up their discarded clothes and his wand before he looked at her, his lips curving into a devilish smile as he reminded, "You do realize that the night is not even half over."
"Blaise Zabini! You wicked, naughty boy!" Hermione teased as she saw the look of desire in his eyes, laughing as she darted into the flat before he could grab her. She was surprised she could move, places aching that had never been touched before, the time difference still not affecting her as she turned to see him moving towards her with a predatory gleam in his indigo eyes, his tall form moving gracefully even when naked and sweaty and covered in their combined release.
He moved forward and grabbed her, pulling her against him and kissing him, dropping their clothes on the floor and using his wand to open the door to his room. She laughed when he swept her into his arms, kissing his neck as they entered his room. The look in his eyes and the tenderness of his kiss let her know that this was just the first night of many between them, the promise of a future in every action that Blaise made, every look he gave her, every word he softly spoke.
He loved her, wanted her in his life, wanted a relationship with her, and she knew that she wanted the same with him. Hermione smiled as she looked at him, her lover, her friend, her future, somehow knowing that this night of abandon had led them to their very own happily ever after.
The end.