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XI. All I want is you

"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place."

- Billy Crystal

Severus' hands wandered along the body of the young woman, becoming more impetuous over the time. They descended down her hips, before drifting to go back to her chest a few seconds later. Hermione had no more sense of reality, of the time, and she wouldn't even be able to say what her name was. The only thing she was aware, it was the body of Severus Snape pressed against hers, giving her an immeasurable pleasure. How did she get there? An hour earlier, she was in her bed, flipping through a potions' book without much enthusiasm, and now she was in his arms, in the middle of the dining room, letting him devour her mouth as if it were the last day of their life.

Severus growled when Hermione gently bit his bottom lip, and he pushed her against the dining table. The back of the young woman hit the heavy wood and Severus lifted her without sweetness before putting her on the table. The table was cold, and Hermione stifled a cry of surprise when it came into contact with her bare skin. Her shorts were definitely too short, she said to herself when Severus' hands went behind her back. She was now at its height, and she no longer had to raise her head to kiss him. Their kisses became wilder, and Hermione felt a very pleasant heat taking possession of her belly. Without realizing it, she let out a moan when Severus's lips quickly untied her mouth, to give them a chance to catch their breath. A smirk appeared on the face of her Master, and quickly disappeared when he took possession of her lips again.

Their tongues were caressing each other roughly, and Hermione felt a shiver up her spine at the thought of what they were about to do. She wasn't afraid of what would happen, far from it, but she couldn't help but feel a reluctance to the idea of losing her virginity in such circumstances, and especially... In such a place.

Severus noticed her discomfort, because he once again broke their kiss, a worried look on his face. His hand came to rest on the cheek of the young woman he gently stroked with his thumb.

"What's going on there?" he whispered breathlessly.

"Everything's fine, Severus," she lied, becoming closer of the man who was between her thighs. "Pick up where we left off..."

The hand of her Master down along her hip, and he shook his head slightly.

"Don't do that with me, Hermione. What's wrong?"

Hermione sighed before looking down, embarrassed.

"I just didn't think... That what we are about to do would be held... Here."

Severus didn't move for a few seconds that seemed endless, and then he lifted her without a word, forcing her to put her legs around his hips. Hermione wanted to go down, but he held her firmly against him as he walked towards the stairs.

"But what..." she began.

"I'll take you in a more suitable place," he whispered against her ear as he bluntly pushed her bedroom door open.

For a second, Hermione wondered why Severus had just drop her on her bed haphazardly chose to take her to her room. Why had he avoided his own room, though it was closer to the stairs? That thought vanished quickly when he stretched out on her, surely unwittingly recreating the first night he had appeared in her dream. His mouth crashed into hers, and she felt Severus' hand down her shorts, lowering it slowly. No gentleness came from his gestures, and yet, Hermione couldn't help but feel a certain sensuality that came from what they were doing. The reality of what was happening in this bed began to emerge in her mind:she was about to make love with Severus Snape.

This idea alone excited her. She ran her hands around his shoulders, pressing him against her. Hermione could now feel the expression of his desire collide in the most sensitive part of her anatomy, and then, she realized that her shorts were a distant memory. The heavy fabric of Severus' dress was rubbing against her panties, and she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure she was feeling with this simple friction. It was only after a few seconds she realized that Severus had left her lips and she quickly opened her eyes. In the darkness, she could see the face of her Master a few inches from her own, and their eyes met. She could read in his eyes an infinite desire, surely heightened by the vision of pleasure she had just given him a few seconds earlier.

"I just want to give you some pleasure," Severus murmured by detaching himself from the body of the young woman.

Hermione wanted to bring him back against her, but he took her wrists in his large hands, pinning them above her head.

"Don't move..."

After dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he slid down her body, gently lifting her tank top to put a multitude of kisses on her breasts. Hermione moaned softly when Severus took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking it for long seconds. She had never experienced such sensations. And it was nothing compared to what she felt when the mouth of her former teacher left her chest to venture into her belly that he nibbled on numerous occasions, making her scream with pleasure. Her body was so sensitive that merely feeling his hands on her was enough to drive her crazy.

And when his mouth ventured near her panties he sent down along her legs with infinite slowness, Hermione had to hold her breath to not tell him to hurry. After nearly a minute of torture, Severus ended up facing her, and Hermione could feel his hot breath just inches from her pubis. Instinctively, she slightly raised her hips, but Severus anticipated her move and put his hands on her hips, preventing her from moving. He looked up at her and gave her a mocking grin.

"Do not be impatient, Hermione... Everything comes to those who wait..."

Frustrated, Hermione leaned back against the pillows, closing her eyes in order to not suffer the vision of this man between her thighs. However, a few seconds later, she strongly reared, intoxicated by the feeling of the tongue of Severus on her clit. He wasn't just kissing her there, no. It was much more than that His tongue moved with a slow pace on the sex of the young woman, and Hermione ran a hand through Severus's hair, urging him to keep that pace. For long minutes, the Potions Master ate her, alternating between sucking and licks of infinite pleasure. Hermione was lost, lost in the pleasure she was feeling, lying on the bed that had probably never experienced such lovemaking, except in her dreams. Now she was wearing a tank top that was half raised, stroking the head of her former professor who was between her legs. She finally gently pressed Severus' head against her, and a few seconds later, she was rubbing against his mouth, moaning, forgetting all sense of embarrassment. Hermione had just experienced her first orgasm with a man and she was short of breath when she leaned back against the pillows.

A few seconds later, Severus slowly went up to her face and placed a light kiss on her lips. Hermione slowly smiled against his lips and suddenly heard him murmuring two incantations. The first was probably a contraception. Then, as she put her hand on his arm, she saw that Severus was now naked, and looked at her own chest to see that her shirt had also disappeared.

It was difficult to distinguish the contours of his body in the dark, so she let her hands go along his chest, feeling some fine lines, signs of scars. Severus took her right hand in his, resting on the bed with his left hand and placed a light kiss on the hand that was caressing him a second earlier. Hermione realized that his scars were taboo, and she didn't insist. Severus knew how to distract her by gently rubbing himself against her, bringing in their intimacies in contact. Hermione gently bit her lower lip, suddenly apprehensive. What would happen if it hurt too much? Severus felt her discomfort and slowly leaned forward to give her a promising kiss.

"Relax... Everything will be okay, I promise you."

Hermione nodded, and gently closed her eyes as he began his advance in her, resting on the mattress in order to not hurt her. The sensation was strange, and she felt her body relax slightly to let him pass. Suddenly, she frowned and Severus stopped immediately. He said nothing, only waiting her to relax and be ready to take him. Entirely.

That moment finally arrived, and Severus sank deeper into her, enjoying the fact that she was so tight around him. He had never experienced such warmth, such pleasure. He ended up being fully in her, and he kissed her fervently, while preventing himself from moving, even if he was dying to do it.

After a minute, Hermione put her hands in the back of her Master, prompting him to move.

"Severus…" she whispered against his lips.

It was all she needed to say to convince him. Severus began to penetrate her, with a slow and deep pace, taking care to touch her clit at each penetration. He wanted her to have a good memory of her first time, and he did everything in his power to ensure that this was the case. Hermione gasped against his ear, and he felt her close to ecstasy. Severus then quickened his pace, rising in order to put his hands on Hermione's hip. He was so close and he finally let go and emptied himself in her in a groan.

He then withdrew from her warmth, and lay down beside her, exhausted.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"I…I couldn't wait."

Hermione raised an amused eyebrow, staring at the ceiling.

"You don't have to apologize. It was a very pleasant experience, Severus."

Severus didn't answer, and after a few minutes of heavy silence, she saw him get up and put on his robes. Surprised, Hermione pulled the duvet over her naked body as he walked towards the door without a word to her.

"Severus?"

Her voice was a whisper, but he seemed to hear it, because he slightly turned toward her.

"Good night, Hermione."

The door to her room closed softly on his tall figure, and Hermione sighed. For some reason she didn't know, she had thought that he would have stayed with her that night, her bed being big enough for two. And yet, he had to leave, without extra caresses, without a kiss for her. He had promised nothing, of course, but she had thought...

Hermione shook her head as if to chase these absurd ideas of her mind, not knowing that Severus Snape was still leaning against the door of her room, torn between the desire to return in her arms and his reason that was telling him to join his own room. He eventually chose the second solution after several minutes, while the young woman was already asleep.