𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 || 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎.

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻  💦

Sometime later, Severus brought himself back to reality with a strangled breath. He wasn't sure how they had ended up such a tangled mess of limbs and discarded robes, but he was aching, and she was panting.

Her lips were swollen from his kisses and he gloated inwardly that he had been the one to kiss her speechless. He ran his nose along her sensitive jaw line and she arched her back and moaned. He grinned like a fool and kissed his way back to her mouth. He got a bit distracted again at that point. Eventually, he remembered that he'd actually wanted to say something to the witch, and that it was important.

"Hermione." She whimpered as he said her name, and he smirked. Oh the fun he would have later if hearing his voice wrapped like velvet around her name turned her on.

"What do you want from me tonight?" Her eyes met his. He allowed himself a smile...a real one.

"I am not saying that I don't wish to pursue anything that is appropriate between us...anything and everything...but I need to know what you want tonight."

Of course, if the witch said no, he was going to have to take a long, cold shower...and pursue her relentlessly over the coming days...his mind was already formulating plans when she spoke.

"I want you."

He didn't bother to hide his moan as he sank back into her warm embrace, recapturing her lips. He had planned to work out the details of the relationship first...but the details would have to wait.

He groaned to himself. How much was the wine affecting her? How much was it affecting him? They were both logical people who wouldn't normally risk this...somehow he found the strength to give her one last opportunity.

"Last chance witch. If you don't leave me now, you won't be leaving."

His voice rumbled in her ear and she groaned.

"What do you need, a notary seal and three witnesses?" Her eyes were on fire. Her expression seemed to soften at something she saw in his expression. "Or do you just need to hear me say I want you?"

She looked up at the man who was trying to do 'the right thing' out of some misplaced chivalry he would deny having if she pressed the matter.

She took his hand and led him back to her room. He followed, almost wary. Did he want this as much as she did? She didn't give him time to talk, pushing him down on the bed and sliding up his body in a smooth motion that secretly pleased her. It was good to know that her body remembered how to do this. She'd had moments in the past few years where she wondered. It had been much too long since she'd been in this position at all...and she'd never felt anything like the fire under her skin when Severus stroked her.

She caressed his face and reached down to press a warm kiss on the scar on his neck. "I want you Severus."

He jerked. Gentle pressure from her hands kept him from moving.

She moved up and pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I want you Severus." Her voice was husky; his eyes were closed, as if remaining still was taking every ounce of control he possessed.

He reached for her and she allowed him to rub circles on her back. Her outer robes were gone, leaving her in her knickers and a camisole.

His robes were somewhere in the sitting room, but he was still wearing a under shirt and trousers. She pulled the shirt off. He lifted his upper body as she tugged, allowing her to do what she wanted.

She pressed another soft close-mouthed kiss to his skin, on his chest above the nipple. A part of her knew this wasn't about heat. It was about acceptance. It didn't matter what he wanted beyond tonight...she sensed that he needed her...needed her to accept him if they were going to move forward in any way...and accepting him on every level happened to be exactly what she wanted to do...

She reached up and kissed his temple. "I want you Severus."

She finally reached his mouth again. He pulled her down and kissed her properly. "I want you. I want you. I want you..." Within seconds her reassurance was merely the panting, mindless cry of a woman on the brink of exploding; gasps between fiery kisses...and he'd barely touched her.

He flipped them so he could have better access to her body, and she was quickly nude in his arms.

He didn't speak again, but her nerve endings were so over-stimulated that his touch was nearly painful.

Her whimpers led his fingers to her center sooner than he would have liked, and he was shocked at the need he could feel emanating from her.

"Severus....I need..." Her strangled sentence was too much to finish, he kissed her deeply.

He'd wanted to go slow and make her lose her mind...but she wasn't in any condition for prolonged love-making. Good god, if I'd known the woman was so starved...

He growled, knowing it had been a long time since anyone had touched her.

She was slick when he thrust into her.

She came the second he was fully sheathed in her.

He sucked in air as he felt her come apart. It wasn't a huge orgasm, but he could feel her spasm around him. He kissed her and she cried out under his mouth.

He didn't give her time to recover fully before he began moving slowly inside her. She was...tight, hot, wet...perfect. She moved under him as he took his time, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her eyelids. She grabbed his hand and kissed the inside of his wrist.

He gradually increased the tempo, lifting her slightly to reposition himself, looking for the exact angle...

"Severus!"

He drove himself into her, taking the pace up not one notch, but several, moving as quickly as he dared, while she tightened even more along his length. His tongue dipped into her ear as she threw her head back and totally lost control, screaming wordlessly under his body. Her muscles clinched at just the right moment, and he felt himself spill into her...his entire body suffering tiny jerks from the force of it. He buried his head in her neck and hair while his body continued to twitch.

"I must be getting heavy..."

He kissed the side of her neck, intending to roll off of her, at least for the moment...but he found himself held firmly.

"Stay...just for another moment, please. I don't want to feel you leave me."

He didn't want to feel himself outside of her body either. It would be a wrenching, almost painful sensation.

He laughed a little, mostly at himself. "After a few months you may get tired of me being inside you."

She ran a hand down his sweaty back, cupping his bum briefly, returning to his waist. "I may get sore Severus, but never tired of this..."

He kissed her neck again, and pulled out.

"Ahhh..." He wrapped her in his arms and did a quick spell to clean them both, then another to bring the much-summoned blanket back to her bed. He kissed her mouth, slowly, sweetly, learning the shape of her lips, the silken thrust of her tongue against his, drinking her in.

"Don't worry. We have all night, and the night after that...and the night after that..."

He pushed her damp curls out of her face.

"I told you, didn't I? You had your chance to leave. I'll not give you the opportunity again."

His mouth was like hot silk as he moved down her body to prove the point....