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The Public Sex Meme

This is for all you people out there who like a bit of a thrill. Does the thought of getting caught at any moment turn you on? Well, this meme is the one for you!

Taken from memebells on lj. Trigger warning for what's below the cut!

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1) The Beach. You're at the beach and it's strangely deserted...you're with someone you love. What will you do to pass the time?

2) A car. You've taken a relaxing night-time drive with your partner. Now you're parked in a deserted area watching the sun go down. You're all alone in an enclosed area and the other person is looking extremely attractive tonight.

3) A plane. You're on your way for a romantic vacation with your partner. But what happens when you can't wait until you get off the plane? Well, there's a small bathroom....

4) Parents/relatives house. You're staying with your parents or other relatives for the weekend. You don't know why but the fact that you're in the same house as a relative and could get caught in the act any time is really turning you on. (Let's hope you don't get caught *cringe*)

5) A strangers property. You have no idea whose house this is but right now you don't really care. The only thing you're concentrating on is you and that other lucky person. A barn? Inside the house? It doesn't matter, you want them.

6) A changing room. Well, let's just say you both got bored trying on clothes and you'd rather take them off each other instead. In an enclosed area of course.

7) Restaurant restroom. The food was amazing, now for desert. Maybe you're on a first date and you hit it off with the person or maybe you just can't wait until you get home. Either way you find yourself in the rest room.

8) Fairground/theme park. Ahh the wonders of a carnival. Again, maybe it's your first date and you're on the Ferris wheel. Chances have it may just break down when you're right at the top. What are you going to do to pass the time until they can get you down?

9) Woods/Forest. Remember that time when you said you would never ever have sex against a tree? No? Okay then....

10) On a stage. Even if there's no one watching you,being on a stage gives you the feeling of an audience. Maybe it's your thing, a fantasy that you've always had. Well, now's your chance to fulfil it.

11) Your choice. A combination of the above or make up your own! I'm sure there's plenty of other interesting things you could play out!

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He took his time with the kiss, too, slipping his tongue around hers, tasting her sweet taste. There was the tea, the sugar - something else, something like cake maybe. He moaned into her mouth, pleased with her and the way she tasted and the way she moved, his body rolling against hers. Slowly, the feeling was intensifying at the base of his spine, but he wasn't in any hurry to end it.

The way he took care to taste every bit of her mouth made the base of her spine tingle, and she had to stop herself from outright grinning and breaking the kiss. Instead, she tilted her head just a bit more, a hand gently cupping the back of his head as her fingers combed through his dark hair. She was certainly in no rush herself, the movement of her hips purposeful and only gradually picking up speed.

Oh, Lord, fingers in his hair. Someone save him. Q groaned again, louder, and rolled his hips in counterpoint to Hermione's. He made a mental note to have more discussions about wizarding pornography if things were always going to turn out this well. As for the speed, he only vaguely noticed it was getting quicker, because everything she did felt so good that he wasn't really fussed about the particulars.

That louder groan of his did get her to finally stop kissing him, forehead resting against his as she grinned softly. "So good," she murmured softly, mindful of his glasses. Pressing down deeply, she let out a moan as she gripped his hair a bit more tightly, shivering as she tossed her head back.

"You're amazing," he agreed breathlessly, then found his words covered by yet another moan as she pressed down deeper, and twisted her fingers harder in his hair. "Oh, God, don't stop."

A sound that might have been the best she could do for a laugh at the moment escaped her throat, and she shook her head as she ground down further, wincing a little with how deep he was. "Not planning on it," she hissed out, determined not to stop until he'd finished.

If she was wincing, he was sorry for causing her any discomfort - or at least he would be, when he could put his thoughts back into a coherent line besides ohgodohgodohgod. Right now, he wasn't much good except for that, and it was taking a lot of effort not to thrust up into her.

"Close," he gasped out not much later, voice rough, low.

It was less discomfort and more sheer intensity getting the best if her, but she wouldn't bother saying so. She had more important things to take care of... such as making things even more intense to push him over the edge.

Fingers combing through the hair at the back of his head, she pulled back just enough to look at him, lips brushing against his jaw in the process. "I want to watch," she murmured softly, unthinkingly. She would have said more, but her own orgasm was quickly building, and she could only whimper after that.

Q nodded, hands slipping as they grabbed at her hips, her rear, her back, everywhere he could reach. His hands tightened a little, breathing more heavily, and he cried out, bright and loud, yelling her name to the ceiling.

Feeling him nod, Hermione backed away just enough to watch him as promised, loving every fleeting touch he left against her skin even as she burned for more. Or perhaps she was just burning up because it felt so good, and watching him as he cried her name only made things even more intense. She arched against him sharply, a soft, wavering cry leaving her lips as she followed him down into bliss.

It seemed to take ages for Q to come down, and when he did, he was breathless and flushed, hands still vaguely grappling at Hermione and the bed.

"Shit," he breathed out finally, voice ragged. "Shit."

The way his hands continued to move over her made her hum softly, body gently rocking against his for a few moments before slowing to a stop. She might not be one for obscenities, but under the circumstances, she could only murmur, "Yeah. I agree."

"We ought to do this again sometime," he continued, staring up at the ceiling, words coming between ragged breaths. "We can even leave off the pornography next time, if you'd rather."

She was nodding against his shoulder when he mentioned skipping the pornography, and Hermione laughed softly. "I don't think we'll need it, if we both agree on there being a next time."

"I definitely want there to be a next time," Q agreed. "And we can give it a shot in my bed, too. It's very big."

"Mm, that might be nice," she murmured, slowly shifting her hips so that he was no longer inside of her. "Doing this someplace where a Weasley wouldn't suddenly Apparate in."

"Oh ... right." He glanced at the door, squinting like he was peering through it. "Do you think that's likely to have happened?"

Hermione hadn't considered it, but now that she had, she looked to the door, arms unthinkingly tightening around Q in her paranoia. "We would have heard something," she assured herself, though the world could have collapsed around them and she doubted she'd have noticed. "Apparation isn't totally silent. And if it were one of the boys or Mrs. Weasley, at least, they would have said something."

"I'm sure you're right." Q stretched his legs, curling his toes as he gazed at the door, completely at his ease whilst naked, and with a naked woman on top of him. What wasn't to be relaxed about? "It'd be handy to have one of those clocks in here, or a regular bloody security system."

"A security system would go haywire here," she told him absently, still looking towards the door. She suddenly felt uneasy about this whole thing, even as she leaned in towards Q and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I hope no one saw us," she murmured quietly.

"Do they tend to watch when you have sex?" Q asked, a smile crossing his face. "Because if they do, you might want to have a talk about boundaries with them. I don't care to have a load of gingers watching me, thanks."

Hermione immediately sat up, staring at him with wide eyes and a blush on her cheeks even as she realized that he was only joking. "I don't exactly make a habit of this, you know," she admitted. "Doing this sort of thing in someone else's house, I mean."

Q reached up and stroked her arm, trying to coax her to lie down again. "If it's all the same to you, I'd like you to," he said. "In my flat, obviously. Not here again. That is a bit weird."

Smiling sheepishly, she brought up, "Well, yes, if I'm sleeping with the person, then clearly I don't mind-...." And then she had to pause, looking vaguely surprised at herself. "We're really doing this, then? This... whatever it might be called?"

Q raised his eyebrows at her. "Well, I had a good time, and if I'm not mistaken - and I rarely am - then you did, too. And my bed in London is massive. So why wouldn't we?"