The Doctor

Climax

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The kiss was heated. Severus' lips were so much more skilled than Ron's, despite them looking so thin, and it was so easy to give in to his masterful ministrations as he cradled her head, before one of his hands fell caressing to her waist and pulled her closer still to his clothed body. His hands were large and when the other hand fell to join the hand at her waist he encased her hips easily, gently lifting her and easing them both onto the couch seating her on his lap.

Hermione sighed into the kiss when they sat, relishing in the feel of his trousers against her calves and his rough fingertips dancing over her exposed skin. Severus took the opportunity to delve his tongue into her mouth, curious as to her taste and the surprised witch on his lap moaned before she encountered his tongue with her own, acquainting herself with his taste and feel, before she chased his tongue back into his own mouth, discovering him. He welcomed her, circled her, wrestled her and caressed her – it was a wonderful sensation, simply her tongue against his made him light-headed.

She was pure happiness as she sat on his lap, her hands full of Severus' silky raven-black locks, his nips and suckling turning her crazy and flushed; her whole brain was shutting down, bit by bit, nip by nip, stroke by stroke. His mouth detached itself from hers and before Hermione could even try to catch her breath, or open her eyes, he had latched to her neck, softly sinking his teeth there – she could feel the heat plummeting straight to her centre. Sweet Merlin, but were this man death incarnate, she'd willingly end her life. His tongue caressed her and his lips nibbled gently on her skin, igniting her as he went.

Severus was surprised when her hands deftly freed him of his cloak, leaving him in his vest and shirt and hazily concluding that he was still not distracting her well enough, redoubled his efforts. However, it appeared that his vest was better leverage to hold herself as she bent back her head, giving him more access to her skin that he possessed with an obsession. He loved her skin – it tasted clean from the water and he wished that he would always taste her like this. For such a long time he had dreamed about the expense of her skin, the way it had shone in the morning-light that day in the infirmary, but now, he sighed as he nibbled on her collar-bone, mimicking her, now she was finally his. He was the only one to kiss her, to taste her.

Boldly he licked her, smirking into her skin when she yelped softly. The hazy sounds he coaxed from her made his heart beat fast and his ego hum contentedly. Carefully and slightly reluctantly he parted from his prize, when the witch on top of him opened the buttons to his vest and the shirt. He watched for her reaction with baited breath, his hands anchored on her waist again, where he drew circles with his thumb, not knowing if he wanted to distract her from the path she was walking or him from his embarrassment.

Hermione's breath hitched when she finally took in the body she had dreamed of so often at night. He was chiselled, strong and muscular, though by no means fleshy. Softly she stroke her hand over his shoulder, discarding his shirt completely, as she watched him shrug out of his sleeves. He was scarred, the soft tissue littered his skin like trophies and Hermione stared in awe, her hand rising to caress the one scar in his neck, before she bent forth ever so slightly and pressed a languid kiss on top of it. His pulse raced beneath her lips and still she felt it speed up as she caressed his pectorals, her hands exploring the plains of his torso, travelling his scars, marvelling at his story.

His hands had wandered to her thighs, his thumbs still drawing circles on her skin as she kissed each and every scar she found. Severus closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her lips on his heated skin – he looked for relief in her touches, but found that they only inflamed him further still, especially when she trailed her tongue over his skin or grazed her teeth softly over his pectorals. He was drunk on the feeling of her pressed against him, her fingers exploring soon lower regions than he would have thought of her to wander to, but when his fly had been opened and she dove in for serious, he could not find himself complaining – he could not find himself talking at all.

"Merlin-" the sigh escaped him dreamily, as her fingers worked up and down his length, exploring and learning him; Hermione smiled softly. He was thick in her hand, pulsating and hardening still, the tip leaking already – a curious thumb swiped over the pearly substance and she stuck it in her mouth, eliciting a groan from the black-haired wizard as he watched her through hooded eyes.

Possessive lips claimed her owns again, taking her hands into his and pulling them apart as he did so – completely opening her to him, making her surrender, and Hermione yielded gladly to his skilled tongue and furious lips, embracing the fire that she felt emanating from him. Desperate for contact, she moved her hips forward, connecting with the prize she had found earlier. His growl – the unmasked animal he let shine through – made her repeat that action, desperate to see him let go. Severus though did not take long to retaliate: a whine tore through the calm scenery of the winter-garden as he scraped his teeth over her neck again, before he carefully opened the towel she wore.

Hermione watched with curiosity and rising nervousness as the wizard beneath her took her in – everything of her, slowly revealed to his burning gaze. For a second she felt exposed to him, uncomfortable, right before his eyes met hers and he slowly let the towel fall behind her back. Every doubt vanished when his mouth snapped shut and she realized belatedly that his jaw had dropped – she fought the small grin.

She was beautiful – more so than he had dared to imagine. Nothing about her screamed 'child' at him; this was a woman, curvy in all the right places, pale skin, curly hair and strong muscles belying the unseen strength. His hands came back to rest on her strong thighs, starting their ascent from there, brushing his thumbs in wide arcs over the velvety skin of her stomach, her ribs and arrived finally at her breasts. Those milky mounds that looked like so much more than any school-boy might ever have been able to handle.

"Perfect…" he whispered as he palmed them, relishing in the soft whine of the witch as she arched subconsciously into his touch, her head dropping back, craving for more contact. Severus was overtaken with the beauty of the woman on top of him, holding his shoulders gently as he kneaded her globes, caressing and worshipping them. In reaction to his actions, Hermione writhed on top of him, instinctively seeking more contact. Severus hardened considerably and might as well have come then and there, would it not have been for his iron determination to experience Hermione to the fullest and not look like some third-year.

Massaging one mound, he gently took the other one in his mouth, drawing out a surprised gasp from the witch as he rolled her nipple around, teasing her other nipple until he could feel it becoming rock hard and switched to relieve the stressed part of her body. Hermione held him close to her, wishing he might never part from her again.

Suckling and licking her, he slowly descended his hand to her centre of need, slick against his freed manhood and so ready for him. A seeking thumb unerringly found her core and she cried out all of a sudden just when he'd found her, snapping towards him and catching him in a passionate kiss. He was overwhelmed with Hermione Granger – tumbling mane, grasping hands, slick sleeve and all. Smug but still wanting more of her, he circled his thumb.

She buckled into his hand, driving his finger deeper and moaned into the kiss, softly scratching his pectorals. Severus knew to take a hint and directed two long digits into her, noticing pleased when her nails vanished, replaced by her soft hand that slid up and down his torso – rewarding his understanding of her message. Her quiet moans and rotating hips inviting him to pump into her – it behoved him to please her... in the very meaning of the word.

He had to be some damn deity, she whined, feeling her first orgasm rush towards her at impeccable speed, honestly. "Lean back," he said hoarsely, "Let me see you." And Hermione did – he could have asked anything of her – connected to him with her hands in his neck and his moving fingers within her, guiding her towards that breaking point that she wanted to reach so direly. His eyes took her in, watching her move, watching her bend and just as he looked up, penetrating her gaze it came, made her tense up, clamp down on his fingers as her jaw dropped, her mouth forming a perfect 'O', and her hands griped harder at him, hoping to be anchored when she knew nothing could stop her from flying.

Severus Snape was sure that he had never seen anything more beautiful than Hermione Granger orgasming right on his hand. Her hair surrounded her head like a halo as she silently cried from his ministrations and Severus was eager to swallow the sound, but he only made it as far as her throat, where he bit gently, causing another spasm in her nether regions – he licked the bite and slowly withdrew his fingers, watching her watching him as he put them into his mouth and licked them off.

She tasted divine – he groaned; nothing could compare to Hermione Granger at her height. The woman whined at the sight and taken with the rash impulse to kiss her right now, share her taste with her, and was delighted when she eagerly responded to his advances, pulling him closer even.

He was rock hard now, willing, oh so willing, and ready to delve into Hermione, but this was her and he'd wanted her for too long than to spoil this first union.

"Please?" she asked softly as their lips parted, her eyes glittering prettily as she stared directly into his. "Please Severus, can I have you inside me?"

She didn't need to ask.

Vanishing his trousers, he hissed when he finally came to full skin on skin contact with Hermione – her soft and pliant against him, bony and dry. She was biting her lower lip, still looking only at him as she carefully hovered above him, before bravely sinking herself on him, encasing him. He watched with rapt attention and fuelling desire as she implanted herself on him, kissing him rashly as she abruptly shot down, tearing through her hymen.

His breath stopped as did hers. He had not known. He had supposed, somewhere, that he would not be her first – after all, she was a beautiful witch, who in their right minds would not want Hermione Granger? He was fully sheathed within her, noticing her rapid breathing and her clenched eyes. Drawing her nearer still, he forced himself to not groan at her tightness and her quivering muscles, focusing instead on making her relax.

"Hermione?" he asked carefully when her breathing had slowed and the tense shoulders had disappeared, slightly confused when she looked up at him with a soft smile and allowing her to kiss him, "Why me?" he asked slowly and a smile spread on her lips as she kissed him again, gently beginning their rocking, gasping momentarily as did he.

"Because, it's been you long before I noticed."

And then words were lost to them. He stared deep into her eyes as she found her rhythm, took him along and he gently directed her hips relishing in the feel of her around him and her skin beneath his mouth and fingers. She took her time to get faster learning instead what she liked and not, building them up slowly and Severus let her, allowed her to guide him wherever she wanted him to go – he happily obliged.

It was only when their rhythm fastened that she closed her eyes, sinking towards him and kissing him, he rocked his hips in tandem to hers, leaving her mouth to trail kisses over her shoulders, her neck, her throat and just when he could feel the first fluttering of her, heralding her orgasm, he gently licked her breast, grazing his teeth just so.

Hermione came with an explosion of colours behind her eyes as she shut them with the ferocity of her climax. It crashed over her like a wave and she did nothing to hold it back, simply gave in to the feeling swamping her, hearing Severus groan and bite her neck as he followed her there.