I'm an SSHG lurker, who must now come out of the shadows.
I own nothing but my know-it-all love of these characters. Takes place years after Battle of Hogwarts.
Her skin was so soft. But the small space over her hip, the small expanse between her thigh and stomach, was the softest surface he's ever touched. The tips of his fingers moved lazily as she slept -- slowly, back and forth. Even after all this time, he couldn't believe she allowed him to touch her at all, let alone like this. Hermione roused slightly and his hand stopped.
"Hmmph--Sev'rus..." Came a tired mumble.
Eyes closed, he smirked into her shoulder, his arm tightening around her as his fingers possessively pressed into her hip.
"I'can hear you thinking." She murmured.
"Legilimens, are we?" rumbled low and slow from his chest. His lips, slightly parted, ghosted against her shoulder, "Go back..to sleep," voice deep and rough with the late hour. He continued moving his fingers over her naked skin like a worry stone. She stretched and pressed into him further, turning her head to press her lips to his temple. "Sleep Sev'rus.." she whispered in his ear, "Sleeeep."
Sleep was never easy for him, even now. And how could he possibly sleep, with this girl next to him? This girl with her warm sighs, her beautiful brain, her soft skin -- the softest skin -- but then, how could he deny her, or any of her requests at all. That is how they began, was it not?
Her measured breaths gradually convinced his subconscious that she was not going anywhere. He exhaled with deep content and yawned, his fingers on her hip soon coming to a slow stop as he drifted alongside to join her in sleep.
"Goodnight, my love."