It all happened in a second, leaving Hermione's soul to travel back to before the war in order to change the course of time. With her husband's death plaguing her thoughts and memories of their romance, Hermione quickly realises that her past has be...
A/N: Warning, this chapter is full of smut. If you do not wish to read it, go to the end of this chapter and read the part which isn't in italic, it's short, yet necessary.
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The water seemed too cold on her boiling skin, making the witch shiver at the contact. It felt really daunting to let her hands roam lower down her pelvis as she remembered the night she had spent with Severus, their body entangled in the other as she gave herself completely to him.
Moaning silently at the contact of her fingers against her clit, she swore to herself, knowing that she could wake him up, after all, he was still sleeping. Or so she thought. Before she could insert a digit within her core, she felt strong reassuring hands back her, chest first, against the cold silver tiles of the shower, his tongue snapping against his teeth creating a tutting sound.
"Ms Granger, what did I say about those hands of yours?" He asked, lowering his head until his lips were crazing her neck, "answer me, love" he went on as she stayed silent, her chest heaving with anticipation.
Smirking, noticing she was still silent, he lowered his gaze to her legs, which were slightly parted, before bringing his hand towards her rear-end, cupping it. Startled by the unexpected sensation, she unconsciously leaned against his touch, wishing to feel more of him. His palm on her bottom while his fingers roamed between her thighs, skimming tauntingly close to her womanhood, her breath hitched as he inserted two fingers inside of her.
"Hermione" he murmured, his tongue tracing the back of her neck before nipping her ear suggestively, "answer me" he insisted, hocking his fingers at the same time, causing her to yelp in pleasure.
Gripping his arm which was now circling her, she mumbled, "you said that my hands should only be used to pleasure you, and nothing else."
Severus grinned at the embarrassed witch. Effortlessly pulling her hair backwards, exposing her neck even further for his ravishing touch, Severus bit on the exposed skin begging for attention, sucking on it until he felt her whimper in pain. Feeling guilty, having let his dominant side take over, he pumped in and out of the witch, hoping to invade her with bliss rather than discomfort. "You are mine" he growled as she wrapped one leg around his hip, "my hands are the only thing that can pleasure you" he went on, his voice low and menacing - yet arousing.
Her body temperature was in constant torment against the icy tiles, yet it only increased her pleasure. After months of discovering him as a man rather than a teacher, she discovered a dominant, caveman side to him, which only increased her yearning for him. "Are you sore my love?" His voice rang through her mind, ripping her away from her reverie. He had stopped his ministration, noticing her suddenly freeze under his grasp.
She turned around, smiling sheepishly, "I was just thinking about something, don't worry. I'm quite sore, but your hands," she smirked, "were helping quite a lot."
