A Room With a View

This is Halloween

The sun was already high in the sky when Severus awoke on Sunday. He looked around bemusedly for a moment, thrown off by the apparent reversal of all the landmarks of his bedroom before he remembered where he was. And whom he was with.

The whom in question was currently cuddled against his shoulder - upon which she was drooling a bit, but a wandless evanesco took care of that before she could wake and notice. He shifted slightly so that he could look at her sleeping face more directly and found that other parts of him were starting to wake as well. Cautiously, Severus reached out to brush some hair out of Hermione's face, running a finger down her cheek to her jawline before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He was satisfied when she began to stir beneath these ministrations, cracking open one eye against the weak sunlight streaming through the window.

"G'morning," she rasped with a little smile. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long." He found himself returning her smile. "You're stunning this morning."

She gave a little laugh and skimmed her hand over his torso, then lower to encounter the evidence of his wakefulness. "Well somebody is ready to greet the day."

Severus let out a hiss of pleasure as her hand wrapped around him beneath the duvet. "I haven't woken like this with regularity since I was a student. I blame you entirely, witch."

Hermione made a pleased humming noise in her throat, but didn't stop her hand's slow rhythm, up and down his shaft. "You can blame me all you want, but don't you think your time would be better served putting this to use?" The look on her face was absolutely wicked as she wriggled against him.

"What would you call what we did last night, then?"

Her eyes twinkled as she smirked up at him. "Round one. Obviously. Of course, if you're too tired this morning..."

In answer, Severus' mouth crashed down on hers. He wasn't tired - he'd never felt more awake or alive in his life, for all his slumberous appearance. He took his time with the kiss, pouring every ounce of feeling he could into it. He didn't know how to explain what it felt like to wake with this warm, expressive woman in his arms. It was the most invigorating, most comforting experience he could recall. Waking with her was akin to the moment of inhaling the steam and fragrance of a good cup of tea in anticipation of the first sip. Hermione Granger was nothing if not a heady experience, as vital a presence this morning as she possibly could be.

She groaned into the kiss, clinging to Severus and pressing her body against his in an effort to make contact from head to toe. Finally after long minutes, she broke their kiss and rolled to her knees, straddling Severus' hips. Grasping him once more, she guided him into her, taking him within her in one smooth motion. He gasped at the sensation, allowing himself to simply feel her surrounding him. She rose above him, still in the autumn sunlight, looking oh so gorgeous. Her hair streamed down her bowed back and her eyes were closed as she held him still within her. He didn't dare move for fear that he would break the spell and come crashing back to earth.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she began to move over him, rolling her hips in a dance as old as man. He could only watch in wonder as she took her pleasure, her body rhythmically sinking onto his again and again as he came undone beneath her. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to not grasp her hips and thrust up into her welcoming body. Every cell in his body was urging him to take her, but the slightly muddled rational part of his brain knew that this moment was for her - he was simply along for the ride.

Gradually, Hermione began to speed up and she began to pant out little breathy moans each time she snapped her hips forward. "Touch me, Severus. Gods, please touch me!" she cried as the pace reached a more frantic level than before.