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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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Hermione was hardly paying attention to her reflection right now; the initial feel of penetration was always one of her favorite things about sex, and she closed her eyes, letting her mouth hang open a little as her lips quirked up into a small smile.

"You feel so good," she breathed out, carefully pushing back against him. "We definitely need to do this more often."

"My flat in London is," Q managed to get out, rather distracted by everything else that was going on, "always available. No roommates, just you and me and did I mention I have a king-size bed?"

"You did," she uttered, unable to keep back a laugh. She lifted her head just enough to be able to catch sight of their reflections, gently pushing back against him again. "I'm - mmm - looking forward to making use of it."

"I thought I had," Q admitted, really more focused on those sounds Hermione was making, "but I thought I'd be sure." He looked back at the mirror, at her in front of him, and him behind her, long fingers splayed along her hips, and he stroked her sides slowly just to watch it. "That's lovely."

Watching him as he watched them, Hermione couldn't quite get over the peculiar sensation of voyeurism that inexplicably crept up, but Q was certainly making it difficult to focus on anything like that. Moaning softly as she rocked eagerly against him, she fought through her panting and finally whispered, "You are, yes."

"Yeah, I'm not bad," Q agreed, his eyes returning to the sight before them, though his eyes definitely seemed to linger closer to Hermione's reflection than his own. "I like to look at you a bit more, frankly. I see me all the time."

"You can see me whenever you'd like," Hermione promised, panting slowly. She met his reflection's gaze, moaning shakily as she ground back against him, moves becoming a little more desperate when she remembered about the Weasley family potentially intruding. "Anytime."

"I have every intention of doing so," Q promised, his breaths coming faster as Hermione moved against him more desperately. "Often. And usually naked." He grinned against her neck, rolling his hips first one way, then the other. "Except at the beginning of strip Scrabble."

"Mostly naked," she agreed, and then let out a groan at the deliberate roll of his hips. Carefully balancing on one hand so she could reach down, Hermione moved her newly-freed hand down to rub at her clit, moaning lowly. "God, Q, don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it," Q grunted, eyes locked on her reflection in the mirror, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Seeing her hand between her legs made him groan deeply, his movements becoming a little more erratic. "Not until we're done here."

Moaning loudly, Hermione found herself completely unable to respond coherently. She could only reply with small grunts and groans as she continued to rub at her clit, his continued thrusts driving her that much closer to the edge. Meeting his gaze in the mirror only made her grow louder as she rocked back desperately, and it only took a few more moments before she was coming with a loud, unintelligible cry.

Good Lord.

This was definitely something that was going to have to keep happening, if Hermione was going to be like this every time they hooked up. Moaning with each movement of their bodies, he watched her, eyes wide behind his glasses, until they closed completely of their own volition as his climax hit him hard.

So hard, in fact, that he missed the sound of a crack! downstairs.

Hermione rested heavily on her elbows as she struggled to catch her breath. She didn't know how Q managed to consistently get her to lose control like that, but now certainly wasn't the time to question it.

... especially not when her heart rate returned to normal and she thought she heard someone moving around downstairs.

Blinking in surprise, she lifted her head, pushing her long, disarrayed curls out of her hair as she awkwardly reached behind her for Q. "Q... did you hear that?"

"What?" He started up, nudging his glasses up his nose, looking around in surprise. "Hear what? Did you hear something?"

A moment later, he, too, heard the sound of footsteps downstairs and moved quickly, pulling out of Hermione unceremoniously and scrabbling for his clothes. "When did that happen?"

It wasn't until she heard the footsteps that she started scrambling as well, though she grunted as Q simply pulled out of her in his rush. Not lingering on that, she started gathering up her clothes, already tugging her knickers on while she was still on the floor.

"Just a moment ago," she told him in a loud whisper. "Quick, where's my bra?"

"Shit, I don't - " Q scrabbled along the floor, then located it halfway under the bed. He thrust his hand up in her general direction, then tossed it towards her, hoping she reacted in time. "Socks, socks, where are my bloody - ah, there you are!"

Trying not to get annoyed at Q - after all, this could hardly be considered his fault - Hermione very nearly stumbled as she moved to get her clothes on, pulling everything on a bit haphazardly and adjusting along the way. "Thank goodness my hair is usually a bit of a mess," she murmured under her breath as she glanced at the mirror, making sure she at least looked halfway presentable.

Well, part of this was his fault. And by 'part of', of course it's understood to mean 'most of.' Q was intensely glad that his look was generally vaguely rumpled, because it meant he could go right to work from, say, bed. In every sense of the word.

As he slung his tie around his neck and began tying it, he added, "By the way, it's Julian."

It took two to tango, and Hermione was all too aware that he hadn't exactly forced her into a dance. She'd quite enjoy it, and she'd enjoy it even more when they had a chance to go at it at their leisure, but for now, she was just worried about straightening out her blouse and making sure that any mess in the room was the mess that properly belonged there.

At his words, she stopped and looked at him, not quite processing what he was saying. "What?" she asked. "Is that... your name?"

"Yeah." He settled his glasses back into place, glanced at Hermione to make sure she was fully dressed, then pulled the door open. "Bit weird to have you calling me by my work name. I liked it, but I'd like to hear you have a go at my real name, too."

He grinned, bright and quicksilver. "Shall we?"

There was something about calling him by his proper name that gave Hermione pause, but given the upwards quirk to her lips, it wasn't in a bad way at all. "Right," she remarked. "Julian. I'll try to remember that."

It was all in jest, of course, proven by the way she darted in for a quick peck to his cheek before stepping out of the room. "Let's go see who's home."

He grinned at her, then followed her out, hoping that he didn't have to find somewhere new to stay tonight because the Weasleys kicked him out - and also that he'd be able to get some more alone (or semi-alone, he wasn't picky) time with Hermione, and soon.

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