Chapter 25: In Which...

They apparated directly into his bedroom. Hermione gazed hungrily at him while he lit the candles with a flick of his wand. He walked to his bedside table, and set his wand in its usual place. He turned to her, and she closed the distance between them.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and inhaled his rich, musky scent. His skin was slightly damp and flushed from their dancing. He looked at her with a mixture of lust and tenderness. She licked her lips, and then rose onto her toes to lick his lip. He grinned and caught her tongue with his teeth. Then licked her tongue in response.

She sighed, pressed against him, melding her body to his, and rested her head against his chest. Her eyes closed while she listened to his heart thumping away. His chin lay upon her head, and he stroked her hair. Goosebumps rose on her skin as his fingers trailed down her hair, onto her back, and began to trace the skin around her tattoo.

Hermione began to unbutton his shirt. Stroking her fingers down his chest as she bared new inches of it. She pushed his shirt off of him; her eyes feasting on his body, caressing his skin with her gaze. He hissed softly when she placed a kiss on his nipple, and she felt him stiffen in response.

He cupped his hands on her bum and pulled her hips to his. She felt him full and hard against her lower stomach, and pressed against it, grinding into him, making him inhale sharply at the pressure. He lowered his lips to hers for a long thrusting kiss. She tangled her hands in his hair while her body hummed happily at his touch. God he's good at this!

He lifted his lips from hers and moved to her neck, gently sucking and biting, making her moan. Severus' hands lifted to her back, finding the chains that kept her top in place. He undid them, and the green silk fell to the floor. He knelt so he could nuzzle and kiss her breasts more easily. Her head fell back, and she continued to make encouraging noises as his tongue explored her flesh.

His mouth moved lower, kissing her stomach, while he unbuttoned her trousers. As he began to slide them down her legs, she felt a giggle start. She tried to smother it, but not fast enough.

He looked up, "What?"

Hermione wiggled her feet at him. "You won't get them off unless I take my shoes off first." She chuckled, smiling kindly.

He laughed a bit as well, looking at the slick, black leather boots she wore. "I guess you're right about that." He sank to the floor and took one of her shoes in hand, and slid it off her foot. "Besides, I like the view. Such pretty little feet." He repeated the gesture, and placed a kiss on her thigh, just above the line of her trousers. That caught her attention, vanishing thoughts about her feet.

"Better?" he asked. His hot breath stroking her upper thigh.

She smiled, feeling giddy, "Yes, but I could be even better."

"Really?" His smile looked like pure, wicked joy.

"We could be naked. I think that would do quite a bit for improving the situation."

"Well, never let it be said that I didn't step in and improve a situation," he said while removing her trousers.

"Perish the thought," she murmured as he stood. He clasped his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her into another long kiss. She took the opportunity to run one of her toes along his foot. He had already removed his shoes, so she began to unbutton his slacks. Unlike hers, as soon as the zipper was undone gravity took over, and they fell to the floor.

She cupped him through his pants, enjoying the long, warm feel of him. His eyes closed, and the smile on his face was radiant.

"You like that, do you?" She tightened her hold on him while bringing her breasts to his chest.

He groaned, picked her up, and tossed her on his bed. His eyes were very dark and slightly unfocused as he gazed at her. He ground his hips against hers, and then once again moved his lips to her breasts. Her nipples were tight and hard, waiting for his tongue. She held his head against her and moaned his name.

"Severus."

The sound of it went straight though him and lodged in his cock. Snape was so hard he hurt. He wanted to taste her and plunge inside of her all at once. He licked his way from her bosom to her knickers. He began to kiss her over the fabric, loving the smell and the sounds she was making. His fingers skimmed the fabric, and then slid inside. He felt the slickness of her wet skin and tugged the garment off of her. Inhaling deeply, he licked, her curls tickling his nose. She continued to make happy noises, while the sound and smell made him harder and harder.

He leaned back to take off his pants. She sat up while he did so. For a moment they just looked at each other. Then they moved to each other. Lips and tongues stroked each other while his cock slid wetly against her folds. She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips to give him better access, and he slid inside.

The noise he made was one of pure joy and sex. His eyes rolled back as his head fell to her shoulder. She was no longer thinking; she was only aware of sliding against him. He was moving with deliberate slowness, stretching every sensation to its limit.

"God Sev, faster, please." She thrust against him, drawing him deeper into her. His pace increased and their lips met again. She felt the tingle start to build, and groaned deeply into his ear. He moved faster, wanting nothing more than this feeling to continue and spread. Her body began to quiver around him, and he felt his own familiar tightening. As her body clamped around him white, hot bliss pulsed through him.

Minutes passed. His face was buried in her hair. I should probably move. I must be crushing her. He slid next to her, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"You are a man of many talents, Mr Snape."

"Why thank you, Miss Granger."

She gave out a large and undignified yawn; then sat up and stretched. "Bathroom through there?" She motioned to the door.

"Yes."

Several minutes later she returned to his bed, and snuggled in next to him.

"Can I stay?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."