Waiting. Pacing. Watching. Ten long hours Hermione worried herself sick pacing like a caged tiger wound up and ready to pounce.
Worry gnawed in the pit of her stomach as she waited for him. Unsure what was going on and when he was coming back. What if he had been hurt, or worse?
Nibbling her bottom lip she sat upon a wooden coffee table facing towards the door, waiting for him to come barging in but it never happened.
She wanted him. She needed him as if he were her lifeblood and she couldn't exist without him. She yearned to feel his lips on her and him inside of her for the first time. Her stomach clenched hard at the thought of him within her igniting the need and want even further.
She perched precariously on the very edge of the table, wringing her fingers together and trying not to torment herself with her constant gazes at the clock to find only five minutes had passed at a time.
It was painful to wait. All the what-ifs were dancing through her head like a taunting nightmare. What if he was killed? What if he was being reprimanded over what happened with Alecto? What if he had left and wasn't coming back? What if he and Alecto had made amends, and he decided he loved her instead and they ran off together? What if this was all a ruse and Severus had planned to drag Hermione along on false hopes while he was really warming Alecto's bed of a night?
She shook her head hard as if trying to dislodge all the scenarios that would likely never ever happen. Stupid. That is all it was to think he was out doing, contrary to what he told her.
She stood, ears straining to hear the faint footsteps that were heading this way. Bated breath hitched in her throat as she waited to see where they would lead only for them to stop outside of the door before it slowly opened, and he stepped inside.
She noticed the insidious mask clutched tightly in his right hand and clad in the robes of his brethren. Standing in the door he looked at her intently, not expecting her to still be up at this early hour of the morning waiting for his return.
Bloodshot eyes looked her over quickly, noting she was in a silken gown bound tightly around her body in a champagne colour tied off by a matching sash around the middle.
She could tell something was off just by the look in his eyes. Defeated. That was the look she could see deep within his soul as he stood before her, almost like an open book there for her to read.
She wanted to say something to make whatever it was weighing him down better, but she didn't. No, she had something else on her mind right now since the kiss they had shared earlier in his office.
Lithe fingers made quick work of the tie binding the dressing gown closed. Opening it, she pushed it off her shoulders at a glacial speed, exposing every inch of her bare body to the naked flame of the fire that licked intently at her body.
He watched in awe as the soft material slid down her naked form almost as if in slow motion, only to pool at her feet elegantly, leaving her body exposed for his pleasure and his pleasure only. A large lump caught in his throat and his jaw slacked substantially as he tried to remember what he wanted to tell her when he walked in. Voldemort something, something. Whatever, it wasn't important now.
"Please, Severus," she whispered huskily, biting her bottom lip nervously as she did so. She needed this as much as he did. Something she had needed, something that had both wanted for a long time coming. The constant teasing and want that had kept the two so close yet so far apart was growing tiresome, and she could no longer resist the temptation of what was to be.
He had to blink a few times to ensure tired eyes weren't making things up, but there she was, front and center with the light of the fire licking at her naked form before him and she wanted him. He groaned internally as he felt himself go hard at the sheer thought of taking her right here in his sitting-room; it was exhilarating.
Without even a second thought she sauntered towards him, wrapped her arms are his neck, lips landed on his in the most lustful way in which he had ever been kissed in his life and he kissed her back just as passionately.
Dropping the mask on the ground without a second thought, hands cupped under the swell of her arse and dragged her up, legs wrapping around his waist tightly the kiss heightened to a whole new level the two had never shared. Stumbling backward across the sitting-room he soon found himself with his back pressed hard against the wall in which he had previously entered and a girl tangling herself so desperately around him he was certain she would start the proceedings with or without his blessing.
He wasn't exactly expecting this sort of reception from her when he returned and was certain the robes and mask might have been a sore point if she saw him clad within them. She loathed Voldemort and all that he stood for, and he assumed the symbols of such would be a turnoff for her. Instead, here she was about to sheath him within her slick folds willingly.
The need he felt to slide himself with her knew no bounds. Only waiting for this moment all those long months ago when he was a mere prisoner of Potter and the Order. How times had changed, he thought, bemused. If only Potter could see her now, begging to ride his cock and whilst she screamed as he pushed her over the edge into euphoria.
Running a hand up her calf and the inside of her thigh, she mewed in his ear as a single finger explored her slick folds, hips bucking into him as he did so. Folds were so slick it was evidence alone that she wanted him; that his mere touch turned her on.
Kissing her neck feverishly as fingers continued to graze over her swollen clit as mews of need filled his ears, he smiled to himself. Finally, it was coming to fruition. All those nights agonizing over her and dreaming of taking her whilst he was getting himself off in the shower were finally turning into a reality.
Spinning around lightning fast, he pinned her against the wooden door awkwardly as he held onto her tightly with one hand and undid his trousers, shimmying all of his garments off from the waist down. Guiding the head of his throbbing cock into her slick heat, he thrust hard into her, so wet and slick he slid right into her tightness with no effort at all and he needed to compose himself as he had the first feel of the velvet walls against his arousal.
"Severus," she whispered huskily, tightening her arms around his shoulders and nipped playfully at his ear and neck, relishing as he thrust himself into her repeatedly, hips grinding in a rhythmic motion.
Drawing back slowly, he thrust in again to another gasp in his ear as he gave her what she wanted. What he wanted. What he needed.
"Severus," she whispered again, the words falling from her lips so delicately grazing over the shell of his ear arousing him somewhat more than he thought possible.
Kissing her neck feverishly the hand grappling the swell of her arse tightened exponentially as he quickened the pace fucking her hard against the door. This wasn't perhaps how he had envisaged their first time together romantically. He had plans of slow and steady wins the race, spending the night exploring her body in such a way she would long for him until they reunited in the bedroom again.
Instead, this time, the passion and the fire burned so hotly between them, as if they needed one another more than anything else in this world. A desire that had burned for her he had never fulfilled was now a reality, and it was retaliating. It was awe-inspiring.
She felt amazing against him, the way her legs wrapped tightly around him, to the way her fingers dug feverishly into his neck with her nails leave half-crescent indentations as a sign she had finally conquered the one mission she had of late.
He felt amazing inside of her, almost as if he were made just for her. The way he cupped her arse tightly and thrust into her with such technique, she was certain she would spill over the edge in no time soon.
He continued to thrust, breath stuck in his throat and legs stiffened he was near his release and he couldn't wait to spill his seed within her body claiming it as his own, almost as if he were marking his territory.
"Severus," she whispered again, this time her lips pressed forcefully into his neck as her breathing became both labored and then forced.
"Severus," she bit again, legs quivering around his hips as a tight feeling in her stomach burst and coursed through her body, causing every muscle to tense up before she went limp in his arms in euphoric bliss.
Seconds later his own body tensed against hers before also loosening as he still gripped her tightly. Chests heaving in unison, the tight grip she had on him faltered and she slid out of his grasp and landed firmly on the floor. All she could do was blink once, twice, thrice as an impish grin found its way to her lips before faltering quickly once again when she saw the worry etched into his face.
"Severus?" She questioned, taken aback, worry tangled heavily within her voice, "what's wrong?"
"It's Voldemort. Rumour has it Potter is on the move which means so is he. Something is going to happen eventually. There will come a time when he will call upon me, and I will have a choice to make. It might not be the right one nor the easy one but whatever choice I make, I want you to know it is the right choice for you to walk away from here and live the life you deserve, with or without me," his voice cracked as he talked.
She was unsure if it the fact he was standing there stark naked or the crack in his voice as he spoke, but she had never seen Severus Snape rawer than now.
"Ho… How long do we have?" She choked out, shaking uneasily at the news.
"It could be days, it could be weeks… Or it is likely it could even be hours."
"Oh." That was all she mustered up.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. Sorry I couldn't stop all this. Sorry, I came between you and your friends." He sighed haughtily, reaching his right hand up to her cheek as fingers grazed the skin adoringly.
"It's not your fault, Severus. None of this is your fault," she choked out, voice quivering as she did so.
It was so odd to be standing here before him stark naked, but it felt so natural she wasn't worried in the least. She was however more concerned about the hopelessness in his voice and how his whole demeanor seemed to have changed from when she kissed him to now and she knew he had to be gravely concerned for what was to come and that put her on edge at the same time.
She must've had a look of concern plastered upon her face because it wasn't long after in which he drew her tight into an embrace and kissed her neck with the most delicate of touches.
"We will be ok, Hermione. We will be fine," words mumbled into her neck so soft she was almost questioning if she really heard it but the one thing that stood out to her was it was almost as if he were trying to convince himself all would be fine and that filled her beyond reasonable doubt that they would in fact really be fine.
A/N: It only took twenty chapters for it to finally happen, but it felt right and there was no point holding it out any longer. I hope you all liked this chapter.
-Aliasmel1