// fremione (old drabble, repost from bird app, gymnast!Hermione
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Her leotard was the first to go.
Hermione paled as she saw the dark, shimmery purple fabric against the stark white mat of their training centre, the image a startling reminder of where they were and what they were doing.
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Her leotard was the first to go.
Hermione paled as she saw the dark, shimmery purple fabric against the stark white mat of their training centre, the image a startling reminder of where they were and what they were doing.
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‘Stability, Hermione.’
‘Keep your lines straight.’
‘Perfect, keep it up love, you’ve got it.’
‘Watch your feet. Keep them pointed.’
Hot hands covered her naked tits, her chest heaving partly from exhaustion and partly from the clothed cock that grew heavy against her belly. Her hands—and now his torso—were covered in chalk, and she ran them against the vivid red of his hair and /pulled/.
She keened at that, but her grunt was lost between their mouths as they kissed at a frenzied pace. More, she chanted in her head. More.
Until he stopped.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, breathless and strained.
Hermione landed on her feet. “Why?”