Not What Good Girls Do

Intentions

"Would you like to come in?" Hermione asked.

Severus faced Hermione and placed his hands on her hips. His black eyes met hers and searched them for a moment before trailing down her body and back up again. Severus moved one hand up to her face and softly cradled her cheek. He ran the pad of his thumb over her soft supple lips and squeezed her hip with his other hand which made her breath hitch. Hermione turned around and opened the door. Severus followed never taking his hands off of her. She walked them to her bedroom and with a flick of her wrist she lit a few candles. She pushed Severus down on the mattress to sit. She stood between his legs.

"I've never even kissed you." Severus ran his right hand up her body and over her breasts. His thumb strumming her stiff nipple through her dress.

"Do you spend a lot of time kissing the women you fuck?"

"I spend no time kissing the women I fuck." Severus gently pulled Hermione down on top of him and kissed her deeply. He rolled her back so he was halfway on top of her and continued to kiss her.
His lips were so soft and the little moaning sounds he made when their tongues met went right to her core. Hermione could kiss this man forever. Her emotions were bubbling up. She didn't want this to be just a shag. She wanted to spend time with him. Yes she absolutely wanted to feel him inside of her, but there were other things she wanted from him. She wanted this warm feeling she felt when he was present. As Severus continues to kiss her he distinctly tasted salt. He pulled back to see Hermione had tears rolling down her face. She wouldn't look at him. He pushed a rouge curl behind her ear.

"Tell me what's wrong." He stared down at the little witch with a worried look on his face.

"Absolutely nothing Severus. You're perfect. So perfect I...I feel frightened."

Severus furrowed his brow not sure what to make of what she had just said. He sat up and took her small hand in both of his.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked in a quiet voice.

"I'm not sure."

"We don't have to do anything. Why are you frightened?"

The little witch was silent.

"It's okay. You don't have to say." Severus said as he stroked the back of her hand to calm her.

She waited a moment to gather her thoughts.

"I don't want you to go." Hermione looked into his impossibly dark eyes.

"I want to be here Hermione. I have no intention of leaving."

"I think you misunderstand what I'm saying." Her voice was shaking a bit.

"I think you're saying you want more. Not just a one night stand....am I right?" He dipped his head down to catch her amber eyes.

She nodded. Hermione knew her feelings were partly because Severus Snape had always been a constant in her life. She had known him since she was little. But these last few years and the war changed both of them. She desperately wanted to know this man that was sitting on her bed.

"Severus, if we have sex is this just more, as you call it, reckless behavior? I don't want to be reckless with you."

"I know my intentions are different Hermione. I would never be reckless with anything you gave me."

Severus felt the need to protect her. Maybe because he had when she was his student, but that girl was long gone. Before him sat an extraordinary witch. She was highly intelligent, incredibly beautiful, had a sexual appetite to rival his own, and simply put for whatever reason he cared what happened to her.