The Serpent and the Lioness

Chapter 62

"Merry Christmas, Severus."

Hermione's voice was soft against his ear and Severus could only raise his brows as he started to come into the waking world. He felt her kiss just along the shell of his ear before gliding down along the pulse in his neck.

Her soft fingers danced over his chest lightly before dipping down lower, taking hold of a particular part of his anatomy that was definitely more awake than the rest of him. His eyes opened then, still heavy with lack of sleep, watching her Slytherin smile disappear under their covers.

Hermione hummed deeply over the expanse of his chest before letting her lips explore his heated flesh. Her hand kept to task and she could tell her lover was starting to become more aware. His hand left her shoulder to trace the curve of her waist before she shifted too low for him to reach. She traced the outline of the muscle on his stomach with her tongue before finally taking a taste of what her hand had been working for.

Severus couldn't suppress the deep moan that left his lips when the heat of her mouth took hold. His hand curled tight into the sheets and he did his best to keep his head from floating off his shoulders.

Hermione took her direction from the inner ramblings of his barely functioning mind, letting his building pleasure start the fire inside herself. She hadn't made a point of practicing the particular skill which she was currently using but she could tell by his reaction that she was doing at least one thing right.

When the blanket that covered her sin was pulled away, Hermione couldn't help but raise her eyes. The look that greeted her made the fire inside her stomach grow into a mighty inferno and she, as much as he, enjoyed the vibration her moan produced.

Severus was sure he would never be able to tear the image from his mind as he felt the wave of his release coming nearer to the precipice. His eyes flared wider as she took heed of his inner wants. His hips started to rise on their own before he managed enough sense to pull her away. They look she gave him combined with the slow lick of her bottom lip nearly undid him, but his will was not so easily thwarted. He pulled her up against him into a fierce somewhat sloppy kiss before he rolled them over.

Hermione couldn't voice a single complaint as her plans were so easily disrupted. His thoughts, hands, and lips, were enough to still any protests. Her body arched beautifully into his hands. His hair lightly teasing her inner thigh before she made room for him to settle between.

Severus lavished all his attention on her most sensitive areas before he shifted his head lower. Her essence flooded his tongue like sweet ambrosia and he couldn't help but delve just a bit deeper to sate his hunger.

Hermione let out a deep trembling moan. Her hands going over her head to clutch onto the headboard. His tongue was his most dangerous weapon, a weapon he knew very much how to utilize to the fullest. Her legs came up at the knee, her toes curling tightly. He matched the rhythm of her gently rocking hips without missing a beat. Though just as he knew she was about to fall over the edge into sweet bliss he pulled back leaving her gasping at the edge.

Her jaw fell slack and her head tilted back, taking in small gulps of air. She felt, more than saw him make his way up her smaller frame. Her legs wrapped around him instinctually and her throat let out a small cry of pleasure as he very suddenly joined them together.

"Severus..." Her hips rose to start the rhythm but his were in much better sync. She whined and released the headboard only to feel his hands take hers pressing them back down into the soft pillow under her head. Her eyes rolled back and her words of adoration turned incomprehensible.