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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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Whenever he sped up, Hermione let out a breathless sort of laugh, enjoying it despite it taking her a little by surprise each time it happened. It was just so easy to lie back and simply relax into the slow, simple movements of his tongue. She occasionally rolled her hips just a bit to get him just where he needed to be, but other than that, she had no complaints whatsoever.

Whenever she rolled her hips, he obligingly adjusted. Slowly, gradually, he began speeding up more consistently, going faster for a longer amount of time before he'd slowly slow down again. He was curious about her reactions, if this would get her worked up, and if each time going faster for longer would keep her there.

It would have been possible for her arousal not to linger as he picked up his pace only to gradually let it ebb back to something more regular. He knew what he was doing, and Hermione found herself wondering over his experience, only the slightest bit of jealousy tinging the idle thought. For now, though, she tried to focus on what he was doing, unaware of the absent smile on her lips as she rode out the pleasure as he doled it out.

Uni had been a bit of a time for Q - the curriculum had been laughably easy for him, so he'd basically checked out of the classes and used it as the four years of hedonism he wanted it to be. As a result, he'd grown proficient at orally pleasuring men and woman - he liked being good at things, and it was fun.

Not to mention, sometimes it came in handy, like when he could work his hand up to tease a finger at Hermione's entrance while he sucked on her clit, starting to slip it in.

Hermione might not know a whole lot about the art of hedonism, but she was more than willing to learn, especially since Q certainly seemed to know what he was doing. It was one thing to feel his mouth playing over the sensitive bundle of nerves, but another thing entirely to feel his finger slowly teasing at her. When he began slipping it inside, she shivered, hands tightening in his hair as she continued to struggle to keep from rocking her hips up against his mouth, contenting herself to murmur his name instead.

Pleased with that subtle response, he began moving a little faster, rocking his finger in time with the lapping of his tongue. Once he judged she was sufficiently wet, he added a second finger, gently scissoring them inside of her before starting to suck on her clit again. Hermione was definitely an eager student in this department, and Q had much to teach her.

When he slipped another finger inside her, Hermione let out another long, low moan. The stretch of his long, careful fingers inside of her felt more pleasant than she would have believed, and she wanted more of it, please, but she was too busy trying not to make any embarrassing noises as he worked on her. All she could really do was slowly arch up against his mouth, fingers graduallly tightening in his hair as he continued sucking against her clit.

She may have considered the noises embarrassing, but he thought of them more as a badge of pride. After all, Hermione didn't really seem the sort to get loud and demonstrative in bed, so pulling those moans and groans from her was something to be proud of. He continued working his fingers inside of her, slowly speeding up the thrusting motion, occasionally curling them up to bump against her g-spot.

She wasn't really the type to get loud in bed, even if she liked to think that she was vocal in terms of offering encouragement or letting her partner know what she liked. Q didn't need either of those things, though; if she encouraged him more than what he already was now, this would be over far too soon, because he seemed to know what she liked. It got to the point where he actually got her to forget where she was, not caring that it was wholly possible for them to be interrupted, focused only on the blinding pleasure building every single time his fingertips brushed up against her g-spot.

For his part, Q had also basically forgotten that they weren't in his flat in London, and that they were actually in someone else's house, in someone else's bed, and that he likely would not be the most popular houseguest in the world if his hosts were to come back. It was forgivable, though, probably - he did have a rather distracting sight in front of him. Pleased by her reaction, he kept that up, brushing his fingers over a little more frequently, and alternating it with sucks and licks against her clitoris, as that had a very high success rate.

Once he'd gotten her off, too, he thought, he couldn't wait to go at it again - maybe on her knees this time.

Hermione highly doubted any Weasley would necessarily find it in their hearts to forgive him if they found out what the pair of them had gotten up to, but at this point, the Weasleys were the furthest thing from her mind. With the way he was going at it, she couldn't help tightening her fingers in his hair despite wanting to be conscious of not hurting him. She didn't know how she'd managed to last this long as it was, but when he began to pick up the pace, she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

She couldn't keep up with her silence, not while she was squirming underneath him like that, and it was all she could do to force herself to at least call out his name rather than let out a strictly unintelligible cry as her body gave in, buckling and shivering around him as the pleasure made her toes curl. If he could promise more of the same every time they were naked together, Hermione might just never bother with clothes again.

Hermione certainly knew how to make a bloke feel appreciated. Grinning against her core, he began to slow down once her climax seemed to be abating, finally withdrawing completely and wiping his hand over his mouth, looking up at her. "So how was that? Relaxing?"

If she could feel him grinning, she might have a thing or two to say about it. As it stood right now, though, she could feel him looking up at her, and she loosened her grip on his hair, gently smoothing it down as she chuckled absently, looking up towards the ceiling. "That's not exactly the word I'd use for it. But I still wouldn't trade it in for anything."

His hair was a wreck, but his hair was usually a wreck, so he wasn't particularly fussed about that. Working in a cave underground usually meant no one gave a damn about your hair.

"The point was to give you some time to recover before we went again," he pointed out, shifting to sit on the bed next to her. "Didn't work, then?"

Surprised, Hermione laughed softly as she asked, "Before we went again?" If nothing else, she was certainly more loosened up than she'd been at the start of all this, and so she turned on her side to face him, looking positively amused. "Just what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, I thought maybe on your hands and knees or spooning?" Q shrugged, eyeing her appreciatively as she turned on her side, very much enjoying the view. "Seems like it'd be fun."

"The drawback being that I can't see you," she noted, observing the way he was looking at her and feeling only vaguely self-conscious. "Unless, of course, we positioned ourselves in front of a mirror just right...."

Q grinned. "I like the way your mind works, Miss Granger. You make fantastic faces - you really ought to be able to see them as well."

Grinning back a bit sheepishly, Hermione remarked, "I think I'd be more focused on how you look rather than on whatever silly expressions I might happen to make."

"Oh, they're not silly." Q traced his fingers along her cheek, looking at her with a sort of lascivious fondness. "Although some of them are a bit odd, but I know I'm the same way. No one's really at their best in the midst of it."

Unable to keep the blush back as she wondered over just what sort of 'odd' faces she made in the middle of coitus, Hermione tilted her face towards his hand as she murmured, "Shall we get started, then? I think there's a full-length mirror inside the closet door, if you wanted to move over there."

"Oh, yes, let's." Grinning at her, Q got to his feet and pulled open the closet, revealing a full-length mirror precisely where Hermione had said it would be. "Brilliant. Never done this on the floor before; should be an experience."

The urge to ask after his specific past experiences was high, but Hermione knew that was just asking for trouble. Getting up and still fighting back the urge to cover herself up, she glanced at the bed and picked up a pair of pillows, commenting, "We could use these, I suppose. So, um, our knees won't hurt. Unless you think that would throw you off-balance." She'd never actually gotten creative with her positions before, so she was playing this entirely by ear.

Q nodded, pointing to one spot on the floor and then another one a few inches further back. "There and there, I think - that's about the right spacing. We'll be all right."

He glanced over his shoulder at the door, a bit of a frown crossing his face. "What time d'you think the Weasleys will be getting back?"

Hermione was about to step forward with the pillows, but she looked up at Q with a small frown at his question. "By all accounts, I think they should have been back already, but I haven't heard anything. Do you want to put this off, then, since someone might come in soon?"