Epilogue

Hermione's shaky fingers clutched the midnight blue sheets tightly, as she inevitably jerked up into Minerva's touch and collapsed. She shuddered as Minerva easily wiped away her juices with her tongue, by running it up through Hermione's slit, purposefully lingering and tickling her clit. She then smiled, laying her head down on Hermione's belly, as she held onto the younger witch. She felt Hermione's fingers run through her hair and smiled that bit wider. "You've gotten rather good with that tongue, haven't you?" Hermione asked.

"Do you really mind?"

Hermione laughed, her belly going up and down. "Never."