A/N: Ok ok so I'm up for round three. Whooooooooooooooo!!! LoL Tell me what cha think, so yea… LoL
Hermione awoke to find herself in a lonely bed. Looking out into the room, she saw only a dimmed fire and no one in the room. Wrapping the sheet about her, Hermione crept into the living room to see another silk robe laying across the back of a chair. Fingering the material, she slipped it on and dropped the sheet.
"I hope you plan on picking that up." Snape whipcord voice struck through the silence of the oppressing room.
"Yes." Hermione's hair was wild and straggling about her shoulders. She felt Snape's gaze travel down her body hidden under the robe. "You wake early." She commented.
"I had matters to attend to." He crossed the room to talk to her. "We still have a small task to get over before another visitor drops in." His beetle black eyes narrowed.
"I'm aware." Hermione lowered her gaze to her feet. "Would you like to take care of that now?" Hermione murmured.
"I have time, if you would like to get rid of this……….inconvenience." Snape sneered.
"Alright." Hermione mechanically untied her belt, and dropped the robe. The fine silk pooled around her ankles.
"Fine." Snape's nimble fingers started at the row of buttons at his neck and worked his way down, slowly revealing a pale lithe chest lacking in hair, but a mere shadow of definition. Hermione had returned to the bed to turn down the covers. Shrugging off the outer robe, Severus stood in a pair of linen pants that had drawstring in them. Hesitating slightly, Hermione gripped the string and jerked it from its knot. The waist uncinched and slid from Snape's narrow hips to fall to his ankles. Bared to her eyes, Hermione never got used to the view of a man's…………man parts. Fighting the flush in her cheeks, Hermione quickly raised her eyes to meet Snape's. One of his sculpted eyebrows was arched as if in question.
"I'm not, overly experienced you see. The, establishment, had a strict look but don't touch policy." Hermione coughed delicately into her fist.
"I am aware." His gaze scoured her form as if burning her into his memory. "Are you prepared?" The grating tone he used made Hermione feel cheap, and even worse. Useless.
"What is your problem?!" She suddenly barked. Snape was unaffected. He merely ticked that elegant eyebrow at her and crossed his arms over his bare chest.
"Reservations?" His tone had no inflection, no variance of tone, nothing. Hermione gripped his biceps and shook him slightly.
"Do you feel nothing?!" Her eyes met his frantically, looking for emotion. "Anything?"
"All emotion has been beaten out of me. I feel this, and rage." He didn't even look sad at the loss of emotion.
It was then that Hermione had done something she hadn't even conceived since she was booted from this world. She wept.
Severus blinked several times, shocked that this woman would cry over something that he didn't miss. Emotions became a weakness, something that could be twisted into something evil, or even a weapon against you. And this bushy haired woman was weeping over it! Awkwardly, Severus reached out and pulled the shaking Hermione into the security of his arms. Skin to skin, breast to breast, Severus nestled his chin in the wealth of hair on Hermione's head. She trembled, and clutched at his back. He could surmise that this was not a regular occurrence due to the severity of her emotion. Sighing deeply, Severus pushed back the voluminous hair to see her red tinged cheeks slick with tears.
"Done?" Hermione nodded and stood straight like a soldier going to war. She looked so serious, just as she had as a student. Stifling a smirk, he laid his hands on her shoulders he rubbed her shoulders lightly. She let her shoulders relax a bit and looked him in the eye. "Now, if you don't want to continue, we can do this some other time." Hermione sniffled and shook her head.
"I'm ready." Her voice was husky and low. It gave Severus the shivers from the tone. Perhaps this won't be as bad as he thought. Pondering for a second, Severus slid his hands up to cup her jaw as he bent to press his lips against her tear slicked ones. Trembling, she lightly kissed back, letting her eyes slide shut. Severus pulled back about to kiss her once more when her voice whispered, "Snape." He paused.
"Severus, just call me Severus." Kissing her once more, he pulled her in once more to embrace her skin to skin. Slowly backing her up till they met the bed, Hermione's fingers were entwined in his hair and massaging the back of his head.
Severus, the name made the axis in her life tilt. Suddenly, she didn't see him as the looming hulk of a teacher, instead, he suddenly was human. She saw him as a savior, a man. Groaning, she leaned back against the bed, pulling him with her.
"Severus." She whispered. He brushed his lips along her jaw and bent to nibble on her neck as he pressed his hips to hers. There was an obvious reaction. Smiling, she curled her fingers in his hair and hummed in pleasure.
When he entered her, she felt her world shatter. She felt complete, she felt alive, thank God for sending Severus Snape to her.
Severus groaned when he felt Hermione's warm heat surround him. Hissing, he stilled his movements enjoying the pulsing heat and the sensations going through his spine.
"Shit." He hissed. His inky black hair fell around his face as he hooked Hermione's supple legs about his hips and thrust deeply within her. Her eyes were nearly shut, her bottom lip clasped in her teeth, and her ample bosom moving with his thrusts. Her wealth of hair was spread across the bed sheets, and her hands were resting by her face, spastically gripping and loosening. How he was lucky enough o find her first, Severus would never know. Perhaps the fates had graced him. Not that he loved her, she was a warm body, someone to grace his bed, and save him from raping another. The warm rush from the soles of his feet soon exploded as he emptied his seed into Hermione. She let out a squeal and her thighs tightened around his waist.
"Severus!" Her high pitched sigh made his skin feel sensitized and like he had licked a muggle electric socket. With a groan, he slumped over her breathing heavily.
Hermione felt the comfortable weight of Severus on her as his seed filled her womb. Letting her hands rest on his heaving back, she smelled the musky, woody scent he seemed to emenate. His ravens wing colored hair drifted about her as he sighed. He lifted himself up slightly and smirked.
"That went better than we both expected, I suppose."
A/N hahahahahahaha thought that went better than expected and I wanted to give Severus something funny sat the end. lol
Hermione awoke to find herself in a lonely bed. Looking out into the room, she saw only a dimmed fire and no one in the room. Wrapping the sheet about her, Hermione crept into the living room to see another silk robe laying across the back of a chair. Fingering the material, she slipped it on and dropped the sheet.
"I hope you plan on picking that up." Snape whipcord voice struck through the silence of the oppressing room.
"Yes." Hermione's hair was wild and straggling about her shoulders. She felt Snape's gaze travel down her body hidden under the robe. "You wake early." She commented.
"I had matters to attend to." He crossed the room to talk to her. "We still have a small task to get over before another visitor drops in." His beetle black eyes narrowed.
"I'm aware." Hermione lowered her gaze to her feet. "Would you like to take care of that now?" Hermione murmured.
"I have time, if you would like to get rid of this……….inconvenience." Snape sneered.
"Alright." Hermione mechanically untied her belt, and dropped the robe. The fine silk pooled around her ankles.
"Fine." Snape's nimble fingers started at the row of buttons at his neck and worked his way down, slowly revealing a pale lithe chest lacking in hair, but a mere shadow of definition. Hermione had returned to the bed to turn down the covers. Shrugging off the outer robe, Severus stood in a pair of linen pants that had drawstring in them. Hesitating slightly, Hermione gripped the string and jerked it from its knot. The waist uncinched and slid from Snape's narrow hips to fall to his ankles. Bared to her eyes, Hermione never got used to the view of a man's…………man parts. Fighting the flush in her cheeks, Hermione quickly raised her eyes to meet Snape's. One of his sculpted eyebrows was arched as if in question.
"I'm not, overly experienced you see. The, establishment, had a strict look but don't touch policy." Hermione coughed delicately into her fist.
"I am aware." His gaze scoured her form as if burning her into his memory. "Are you prepared?" The grating tone he used made Hermione feel cheap, and even worse. Useless.
"What is your problem?!" She suddenly barked. Snape was unaffected. He merely ticked that elegant eyebrow at her and crossed his arms over his bare chest.
"Reservations?" His tone had no inflection, no variance of tone, nothing. Hermione gripped his biceps and shook him slightly.
"Do you feel nothing?!" Her eyes met his frantically, looking for emotion. "Anything?"
"All emotion has been beaten out of me. I feel this, and rage." He didn't even look sad at the loss of emotion.
It was then that Hermione had done something she hadn't even conceived since she was booted from this world. She wept.
Severus blinked several times, shocked that this woman would cry over something that he didn't miss. Emotions became a weakness, something that could be twisted into something evil, or even a weapon against you. And this bushy haired woman was weeping over it! Awkwardly, Severus reached out and pulled the shaking Hermione into the security of his arms. Skin to skin, breast to breast, Severus nestled his chin in the wealth of hair on Hermione's head. She trembled, and clutched at his back. He could surmise that this was not a regular occurrence due to the severity of her emotion. Sighing deeply, Severus pushed back the voluminous hair to see her red tinged cheeks slick with tears.
"Done?" Hermione nodded and stood straight like a soldier going to war. She looked so serious, just as she had as a student. Stifling a smirk, he laid his hands on her shoulders he rubbed her shoulders lightly. She let her shoulders relax a bit and looked him in the eye. "Now, if you don't want to continue, we can do this some other time." Hermione sniffled and shook her head.
"I'm ready." Her voice was husky and low. It gave Severus the shivers from the tone. Perhaps this won't be as bad as he thought. Pondering for a second, Severus slid his hands up to cup her jaw as he bent to press his lips against her tear slicked ones. Trembling, she lightly kissed back, letting her eyes slide shut. Severus pulled back about to kiss her once more when her voice whispered, "Snape." He paused.
"Severus, just call me Severus." Kissing her once more, he pulled her in once more to embrace her skin to skin. Slowly backing her up till they met the bed, Hermione's fingers were entwined in his hair and massaging the back of his head.
Severus, the name made the axis in her life tilt. Suddenly, she didn't see him as the looming hulk of a teacher, instead, he suddenly was human. She saw him as a savior, a man. Groaning, she leaned back against the bed, pulling him with her.
"Severus." She whispered. He brushed his lips along her jaw and bent to nibble on her neck as he pressed his hips to hers. There was an obvious reaction. Smiling, she curled her fingers in his hair and hummed in pleasure.
When he entered her, she felt her world shatter. She felt complete, she felt alive, thank God for sending Severus Snape to her.
Severus groaned when he felt Hermione's warm heat surround him. Hissing, he stilled his movements enjoying the pulsing heat and the sensations going through his spine.
"Shit." He hissed. His inky black hair fell around his face as he hooked Hermione's supple legs about his hips and thrust deeply within her. Her eyes were nearly shut, her bottom lip clasped in her teeth, and her ample bosom moving with his thrusts. Her wealth of hair was spread across the bed sheets, and her hands were resting by her face, spastically gripping and loosening. How he was lucky enough o find her first, Severus would never know. Perhaps the fates had graced him. Not that he loved her, she was a warm body, someone to grace his bed, and save him from raping another. The warm rush from the soles of his feet soon exploded as he emptied his seed into Hermione. She let out a squeal and her thighs tightened around his waist.
"Severus!" Her high pitched sigh made his skin feel sensitized and like he had licked a muggle electric socket. With a groan, he slumped over her breathing heavily.
Hermione felt the comfortable weight of Severus on her as his seed filled her womb. Letting her hands rest on his heaving back, she smelled the musky, woody scent he seemed to emenate. His ravens wing colored hair drifted about her as he sighed. He lifted himself up slightly and smirked.
"That went better than we both expected, I suppose."
A/N hahahahahahaha thought that went better than expected and I wanted to give Severus something funny sat the end. lol