A/N: Alright... here's the long awaited consummation. May it be everything you were hoping for. Who knows this may very well be the only lemon in this story.

Song for this chapter: My Heart With You by The Rescues

SPOV

I knew that we were still in standing in a brook, and that the man who had just appeared before us not long ago hadn't been gone long. I knew that while there was clearly magic in this area, we were awfully exposed. I even knew that given my past I shouldn't want this. I knew even wanting this, let alone pursuing it left me vulnerable in a way I was not prepared for, but still I wanted it.

So, despite our location, when the kiss that sealed our marital union ended I did not release Hermione. Instead I turned us around so that I could press Hermione gently against the sloping bank while I turned my attention to the sensitive spot on her neck just below her ear. The rewarding sound of her groan of pleasure set my nerves alight and drew me closer to her.

"You're playing with fire," Hermione panted as I pressed the full length of my body against her.

"Maybe I want to get burned," I whispered in her ear in the deep voice that I knew set her blood on fire.

I knew I was getting myself into trouble when I slid my hands behind her to pull her closer and felt her heat pressed against me. I had already made up my mind about what I wanted, but having the evidence of Hermione's arousal pressed so intimately against me was striking. It made my blood pump more quickly through my veins and their air escape in short bursts from my lungs. I swiveled my hips against her, marveling in the way my body slipped against her, threatening to move into uncharted territory, and the way she whimpered and clutched at me.

"Please Severus," she moaned, running her fingers through my hair and using it to tilt my face up to hers so she could look me in the eye. "Please don't do anything more if this isn't what you want."

"I want this Hermione," I told her honestly. "With my wife, this is what I want."

"Are you—" she started to ask before I brought myself into alignment with her core and her voice cut off in a high keen.

"Sure?" she whispered as she leveraged herself slightly up the bank to create space between us, and I would have been offended if I couldn't see the way her skin was blushing all the way down to her chest and her eyes were darkening with lust.

"I am certain," I said in a husky voice as I pushed myself up out of the water to press myself fully against her once more.

I had entertained a few fantasies about how it would happen if Hermione and I were to come together in such a way, but never had I envisioned it happening like this. Perhaps haphazardly balanced against the sloping bank of the brook was not the ideal location, but Hermione had never looked more appealing to me than she did now. She was already on display before me, but I wanted to see her writhe with pleasure. It was only logical then that I slid my hand between our bodies and press my fingered into her warm heat. Hermione did not disappoint.

"Severus," she moaned as she arched away from the ground, creating a graceful and tantalizing arch in her neck. "Ooh."

Did it make me a voyeur to love watching her be fulfilled? It was beyond erotic to watch her mouth fall open without seeming to be able to emit sound. Her chest was heaving as her legs instinctually pulled me closer still. Her hands dug into the slick dirt of the bank as she scrabbled for traction and she hissed out her pleasure.

"Oh, oh, ow," she panted her eyes opening once more as a furrow appeared in her brow. "Wait, wait."

"What is it? Are you okay?" I asked as I stilled my ministrations and withdrew hand.

"I cut my hand on something," she sighed, still slightly breathless as she presented her hand.

Whatever rock or bit of debris she had caught her hand on in the dirt had cut her hand open along the fresh scar on her hand from the other day and it was bleeding. It wasn't the torrent of blood that had been produced the other day, but it wasn't a slow drip either.

"I'm so sorry, " I swore as I summoned my wand to me with a wave of my hand. "Let me see your hand."

"Wait… don't waste it," she panted, still trying to bring her body under control though her eyes seemed clearer.

"Don't waste what?" I asked, honestly surprised by her hesitation.

"Blood of a virgin willingly given," she whispered holding her hand close to her chest. "It's not exactly easy to come by, and there are rituals that use it."

"Necromantic rituals?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes, some of them particularly dark, but shouldn't we be prepared for what may come?" she asked me softly, almost pleadingly.

Despite the dark undertone to her request I couldn't deny the logic in being prepared, and it wasn't exactly an ingredient I could procure without turning a few heads. I tried to ignore the way my body was suggesting I throw reason to the wind and rut against her bloody hand and all, and instead I conjured a glass vial and I held it to her weeping hand. It took roughly half a minute for the vial to fill.

"That's enough," she nodded, pulling her hand away.

I charmed the vial closed and pushed it up onto level ground beside our clothes. When it was out of harm's way I turned my attention back to her hand, and quickly sealed the wound erasing a little bit more of her scar. The pink line hid almost flawlessly in the life line cutting across her palm now.

"Do you still want to?" she asked me quietly. "I'd understand if you didn't. That does technically constitute dark magic."

"It wasn't though, not really," I admitted. "But maybe here isn't the best place. Our first time shouldn't be in the dirt waist deep in cold water."

"No, it probably shouldn't, no matter how appealing you are," she said with a smirk as she dipped her hands into the water and washed the blood away.

"Why don't we move to the tent?" I asked as I nuzzled her throat once more.

"Mmm yes, the tent." She sighed, taking a moment to trail her fingers through my hair before pulling away.

I ignored the tingles that sent rolling down my spine in order to focus on pulling away from her myself. I was about to offer her a boost up out of the brook when she hoisted herself out in one swift movement and I found myself distracted by her very naked form dripping with water and lit up from behind by the sun.

"Give me a second to get the tent ready?" she called over her shoulder as she hurried away.

I was so focused on watching her go that I almost didn't hear what she had said to me. When I processed the words I took my sweet time getting out of the water and gathering up our clothes and the newly acquired vial of blood before I followed her to the tent.

This morning when I stepped out of the tent it had opaque green canvas walls, two cots merged into one, a lone cot butted up against the canvas wall, and a camping stove hunkered down on a battered table. When I stepped into the tent it was a world transformed. Hermione had cast some sort of charm that made the top of the tent translucent allowing the green tinted sunlight to shine in without being blinding. All of the other furniture had disappeared from within the tent to be replaced by what looked like a fluffed up white down comforter and a bunch of matching pillows.

"Is this closer to what our first time should look like?" she asked from where she set on her knees in the middle of the pallet.

"Yes," I breathed, setting everything in my arms aside as I approached her. "It does."

What I assumed to be a warming charm upon entering the tent turned out to be some sort of drying charm. I felt a ripple of magic wash over me and then my dry hair fell into my vision as I knelt down beside Hermione. It was only then that I noticed her hair was dry as well. I didn't realize how cold our skin had gotten in the water, until I felt it warmed up once more. I allowed myself to enjoy running my hands over her warm skin.

"Lie back," I instructed softly as I climbed over her.

"I love you Severus," she whispered to me.

I wanted to lock that memory away forever. I could imagine it still being my most precious memory twenty of thirty years down the road. She was nestled in the white down comforter, with her sultry curls draped perfectly around her face, and her eyes shining up at me. Her face looked so innocent and trusting as she gazed up at me peacefully waiting for me to do what I wished, that I could almost weep.

"I love you too Hermione," I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers.

Her lips were sweet but I did not linger there. I kissed a trail over her chin and down her throat, delighting in the way she shivered beneath me though she fought to stay still. I knew without her saying that she was trying not to frighten me off and I loved her all the more for it. I laced my fingers through hers and squeezed her hand before I placed a lingering kiss just below her clavicle.

Despite the allure of that little hollow, it was not my destination either. I continued lower, and even through my lips I could feel the way her muscles tightened in anticipation. I kissed my way to her breast and I felt her stiffen slightly, but I knew that it was not from discomfort so I continued. It was when I closed my lips over her alert and puckered nipple that her back arched up off the ground and her free hand came to rest on the back of my head with her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.

"Oh God," she groaned as I continued to tease her with my tongue.

Her skin was sweet, but her reactions were sweeter. I could not help but to react to the primal undulations of her body as I brought her pleasure. My own body was growing hotter and demanding a release. It was second nature to hook my behind her knee and draw her leg out so that I could nestle into the cradle of her thighs. I was surprised to hear a hiss of pleasure issue from my own lips as I was bathed in her heat.

"Hermione… please," I sighed against the side of her breast as I brought my forehead to rest between her breasts.

I wasn't even sure what I was asking her.

"Yes," she whispered, shifting her legs just a bit further apart in invitation.

"Will it hurt?" I asked her, realizing belatedly that we had never discussed her history but not really caring in the moment.

"I don't mind," she breathed running her fingers through my hair. "You're worth a bit of pain."

"I'm sorry," I told her quietly as I reached down to guide myself toward her entrance. "I'll do it quickly…"

She nodded quickly, and I snapped my hips forward before either of us could change our minds. The sound of each of us hissing seemed to reverberate off the walls of the tent, and I froze. Hermione was clearly hissing because my invasion had caused her pain, but my own hiss was anything but. Being inside Hermione was beyond exquisite. It was heat, and tightness, and a sweet sweet pleasure that didn't seem legal. I couldn't even process the thought of moving from the spot I was in, and yet there was a yearning from somewhere deep within me telling me to do it.

"Oh sweet Circe," I bit out as I tried to control myself.

Instead I buried my face against Hermione's neck and began to nibble gently on that spot that always made her shiver. My heartbeat spiked higher when her shaky breath turned into a low moan. I bit just a little harder and she keened with pleasure and arched up into me. Just that tiny little shift changed the way her body was hugging me and I cursed her neck as I thrust shallowly into her.

"Mngh yes," she groaned as her legs shifted in to hug against my torso and she buried her hands in my hair.

I didn't need further encouragement. I took hold of her hip with one of my hands and I moved against her once more, no longer restricting my movements. My body felt like it might actually catch fire as all the different sensations rippled through me. Hermione's hands tightened just slightly in my hair as she released another shaky moan.

I didn't think it could feel any better than it already did, but then Hermione planted both of her feet on the ground beneath us and she matched my thrust. As cliché as it sounded I saw stars. I muffled my moan in the skin of her neck and I picked up the pace of my movements. Hermione matched me thrust for thrust and I felt something building deep within me.

"Gods Hermione," I panted, tilted my head up so I could see her face. "You're so beautiful."

She was. Her hair was a halo around her, her face was flushed from exertion, and her pouty lips had fallen open in a silent moan. It was all arousing, but her eyes were what coiled something dark and sexual in my abdomen. They had grown dark, and clouded over with lust that was directed entirely at me.

"Severus," she exhaled. "You feel so good."

"So do you," I told her before claiming her lips in a searing kiss that stole the air from my lungs.

I lost sense of where I stopped and Hermione started. Our hips came together just as our lips did and there were so many incredible sensations flowing through me that I felt drunk. I could feel the heat of Hermione around me, and hear the sound of her moaning in my ears and it only fueled what was growing within me. A tingle started in the base of my spine and I instinctually knew that the end was coming.

Hermione must have felt it too. Her breathing sped up and her moans turned to a keening. I felt her fluttering around me, and then suddenly her breathing stopped entirely and her muscles locked down around me. It was a torturous pleasure that tore through me at the sensation of her squeezing me more tightly and it set my tiny death into motion. I couldn't hold back the growl like moan that tore from my throat as I thrust home one last time and erupted within her.

"I love you," I murmured against her skin as I peppered kisses along her jaw. "So much."

"I love you too Severus," she whispered lethargically as she pulled me down to rest on her.

It was the warmest and most comforting yet erotic place I had ever come to lie upon, but I knew I could not fall asleep on top of her. I would crush her. Instead I rolled to the side and pulled Hermione with me so she could rest her head on my shoulder. Our legs tangled together and she wrapped her arm possessively around my waist before coming to rest. Our breathing slowly evened out, and I was lulled to sleep by the sound of our mingling breath.