My friend caraphoenix prompted me in order to get my muse kick started again. Thanks for that, Twin 3 Hope you enjoy it. Leave a review to let me know what ya think.
He needed to move on, to forget about her and everything they shared.
He needed to forget the way her skin felt like satin beneath his fingertips.
He wanted to remember why he had walked away in the first place. Needed to remind himself that he was doing it for her own good. He was not right for her and she needed to move on herself.
He paced his sitting room. Willing the flashes of memories to cease so he could forget. Forget the taste of her as he used his tongue to drive her to release.
He gritted his teeth and curled his hands into fists.
Why did she haunt him so? It wasn't as though he loved her. It wasn't as though he truly needed her to complete him.
He threw his tumbler full of whiskey against the hearth and only felt minimally better as it crashed and shattered.
He paced some more, his anger firing even hotter the more he thought of her.
"Damn you!" he roared. "Stay away!"
Why couldn't he just let go? He would not admit that he truly needed her. He couldn't. He was destined to be alone.
He felt a presence in the room, could smell the faint scent of white tea and roses. He spun around and frowned at the woman who would not take no for an answer. Who chose to push at him, waiting for him to break.
"Why do you insist on seeking me out?" he questioned her lightly, his words slurring a bit after so much whiskey.
"Because I know that you don't mean what you say. Because I know how you work. You think you don't deserve me, that you are better off alone."
His lip curled into a sneer as he took in the soft curves of her body, her bottom lip plump and glistening from being nibbled on, as was her habit when she was nervous. "Don't deserve you?" he snorted. "What makes you think it isn't the other way around?" he asked as he took a few steps closer to her. "You think you know everything don't you? Always were a know-it-all, swot." He pushed her against the door and loomed over her, his eyes darkening with his growing desire for her.
She placed a hand against his chest, her breathing heavy as she begged with her eyes for him to please kiss her.
He leaned down and captured her lips with his own, claiming her mouth in a deep passionate kiss.
She moaned as he ground his hips against hers, wanting her to feel how she affected him. He knew he would never be able to say the words, to say that he was wrong and that he did need her.
She pulled her mouth away and rested her cheek against his chest as she tried to catch her breath.
His hand came up as he ran his fingers through her soft curly tresses. How could he even think of letting her go? How could he have ever imagined that he would be able to live his life without her? He knew now it was impossible.
"I don't think I can let you walk away now, Hermione."
She leaned her head back and smiled softly at the man she loved. "I didn't plan on walking away, Severus. I will always be yours. You will never be able to push me away."
He captured her lips again, this time in a kiss so gentle and sweet; it brought tears to his own eyes.
For too long he had given up his own happiness. He had sacrificed everything so that he could protect others.
No more.