A/N: Alrighty, there's a large portion of lemony notes in this chapter, just fyi….if you don't like that feel free to skip this chapter...

This time Severus locked and warded the door so that for the next few hours they could enjoy themselves without worrying about being heard or interrupted. "Severus, a little help here," he heard his wife call over her shoulder. She was gesturing for him to unzip her dress. The wine color had looked decadent on her, but the prospect of peeling the dress off her was even more appetizing. His hands glided across the smooth fabric, landing on the zipper he pulled it down, fingers lingering on the smooth skin that was revealed. The dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet, which were still encased in heels of a matching tone. Her undergarments were black and lacy which Severus admired openly.

She turned to face him fully wearing a Cheshire cat grin. He felt her hands smooth over his shirt, her nimble fingers unbuttoning it slowly. Needing more contact, he brought her lips to his making her pause. He groaned, pulling her body closer to his. The softness of her skin and curves made him want to skip the foreplay and make love to her right now. But no, he was determined to take his time. Hermione however, seemed to have other plans as she growled and with a wave of her hands Severus suddenly found himself nude. "A bit eager are you, Mrs. Snape?" Snape purred as he kissed along her neck.

Hermione gasped and tugged on his silken locks. "Of course I am. It's been so long, and mmmm," her voice dissolved into a moan as he freed her breast from her bra. His mouth sucked on her mounds greedily and Hermione arched her back at the contact. Her leg snaked up to curl around his waist, sending a jolt through his erection as her heated core brushed against him. "To the bed Severus, please."

It was a simple matter to oblige her and seeing his wife on the bed spread out before him like a gift waiting to be unwrapped, was almost surreal. Bending low, he renewed his assault on her breast, favoring each one with his tongue before dragging down to her as of now, flat stomach. His hands played with the elastic of her knickers and he heard her giggle and then hiss when his tongue greeted that area as well. His fingers found her pleasantly wet, dripping actually and being so close to her opening only made him want her more.

He positioned himself at her entrance, sliding in very slow, almost torturously so. Especially to Hermione, who moaned as every inch of his cock pressed into her. He was stretching her so deliciously. The sensation was both old and new, and after his first few thrust she knew again what pleasure could be. Her eyes took in the sight of his pale, muscled body flexing with each pump. The darkness of his eyes seemed darker with lust and love as he placed covetous kisses all over her body. She closed her eyes and clawed at his back, heels digging into his toned arse as she drew him in closer. He grunted in surprise at the feeling of being completely buried in her tight, wet pussy. "Oh, Hermione," he moaned, "You are indeed exquisite love."

As their pace increased, Hermione's mouth formed a small 'o' as a low moan erupted from her lips. She was so close. Each thrust, the snap and twist of his hips….gods, to think just days ago she couldn't have dared to imagine his happening. And now she was at the precipice. As for Severus, well if his own groans were any indication he was close as well. She squeezed his shoulders, arching and meeting him thrust for thrust, the ripples of pleasure brought on by his power literally vibrating through her. She wanted to cry, it was all so overwhelming and so beautiful and… "God yes, Severus," she hissed reverently when his hand came down to rub her clit as he plowed into her with abandon. She screamed, feeling her orgasm take over, he continued to pump into her and she shrieked each time, feeling him bite down on her neck once he finally came as well.

For a moment they just lay there, with him still inside her, neither of them quite ready to feel the loss. He was heavy, but it was a welcome weight. After a while, he sagged onto the spot next to her, before pulling her to lie on top of him. He drew lazy circles on her back and she smiled into his chest. "My, my, my, I am certainly blessed to find that you aren't just a master at potions, my love."

Severus chuckled, placing a kiss on her brow. "Well, give me a minute and you'll get to see my expertise again."

"As long as I get to be on top this time," she replied meeting his eyes.

Severus pretended to contemplate this. "I suppose the prospect of seeing you bouncing on my dick is rather tantalizing," he murmured and Hermione giggled, wiggling her body as she threw a leg over his. He could feel his cock stirring back to life.

She must have noticed this too because she straddled him and smirked, "I do believe it's time for round two, Professor Snape."

When he awoke the next morning, he turned expecting to feel the presence of his wife, instead he found an empty space. Frowning, he sat up wiping the sleep from his face. And that's when he heard it, the sound of someone retching. Looking up, he could see the bathroom door cracked open. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, summoning his robe. Standing up, he crossed over to the bathroom quickly. He found his wife, wearing his shirt, and hunched over the toilet. "Hermione?" He let out in a worried voice.

"I'm sorry if my retching woke you up," she replied, wiping her mouth and sitting back against the bathroom wall, exhausted. "It must be morning sickness."

Severus knelt down beside his wife, "Is there anything I can do?" Truth be told he was actually a bit nervous. Seeing her draped across his toilet made the idea of her pregnancy all the more real.

"Just hold back my hair," she groaned and before he could blink, she was vomiting again.