Hermione read and reread the titles on the worn spines of the books on the shelf before her through heavily lidded eyes. She was breathing at a slow pace now as the titles played on a loop in her head. The fire nearby was flaming and she was grateful for it's warmth on her nearly naked body. She knew Severus was nearby, but she wouldn't turn to look.
The last sound she'd heard, other than the crackling of logs in the fire, was Severus pouring himself a glass of Ogden's Finest and sitting back in his wingback chair. She wasn't sure how much time had passed since then, but she knew he was still sitting there quietly; either watching her or writing. Perhaps he was doing a combination of the two. Either way, her mind floated back and forth between nothingness and the idle curiosity of wondering if his eyes were on her. Her legs felt tired and she wanted to sit down, but she knew that wasn't an option. She breathed in and out steadily to keep her body strong, but she was waning.
"You're thinking to loudly," he said and his voice registered slowly; like sound coming through a static radio.
She remained quiet and still and quickly pushed any and all thought aside; focusing back on the spines of the books.
"That's better," he mumbled and she heard him slowly stand. Severus came up behind her and Hermione held her breath. Her eyes fluttered closed when a long, light finger brushed down the length of her exposed spine.
"Are you tired?" His voice was a mere whisper beside her ear. Hermione nodded and he squeezed the round curve of her arse. Hermione shuttered.
"I would like you to come to bed," he said slowly before running his fingertips down the back of her arm. When he reached her hand he laced his long fingers between hers to lead her through the doorway to the bedroom. When Hermione took the first step she felt a bit dizzy, like when one has a few too many glasses of wine. Her joints felt unstable and her legs trembled slightly as she followed him.
When they entered the bedroom scattered candles ignited one after the next and the fire in this room roared to life. He walked Hermione to the edge of the bed and stood behind her to brush her riotous curls over one shoulder. With a tenderness that made her feel as if she was melting, he planted featherlight kisses against the back of her neck and top of her spine as he deftly unclasped her bra. The garment fell forward to expose Hermione's large, fleshy breasts. She would have sworn she heard him suck in his breath as he reached around to grab them. She caved to his touch instantly and a small moan escaped her lips as she leaned back against him. She felt his hips rock forward and he pressed his cock against her round bottom. A low growl escaped him and he squeezed her breasts together a bit harder.
"Hermione," he groaned and it sounded agonizing as he felt his growing member throb. She chewed her bottom lip. Then, she licked her lips to wet her dry mouth. She took a steadying breath.
"I want to taste you," she whispered. The words fell out of her mouth one after the next like beads on a string. Normally this was his show- his direction, but now she wanted more. She felt brazen.
"I beg your pardon?" Severus asked even though he knew full well what she had said. His eyebrows rose up when Hermione swiveled around to face him.
"I want to taste you," she repeated as she snaked her arms between the pair of them and began unbuttoning his shirt. She worked quickly so that he wouldn't have time to stop her, but she could tell he was thinking about it. Quickly, she ripped the shirt out of the waistband of his trousers and slid it over his bare shoulders. The shirt fell to the floor and Hermione was enthralled as she watched his chest rise and fall. He was trying to steady his own breath.
"Relax," she cooed as she stood on her toes to place several light kisses across his chest. Severus' skin had goosebumps despite the fact that he felt warm. He was uncomfortable and it couldn't have been more obvious.
Hermione's hands grazed the front of his trousers and it was apparent that his cock as throbbing inside. The bulge was obvious and Hermione applied subtle pressure to as her fingers moved towards his fly. She looked up and into his eyes as she unbuttoned them and slid the pants off of his hips. Severus' head fell back and a moan escaped his lips as she exposed him. Hermione bit her lip once more before grabbing him through the soft cotton of his briefs and squeezing slightly.
Her hand slid between the folds of the fabric and he moaned when she stroked his silken skin. She loved how his skin was so soft despite the fact that the instrument was rock hard, and seemingly getting harder by the moment. She quickly shuffled his briefs over his hips and it sprang out at her. Severus peered down at her nervously, and caught her eye with just enough time to see a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"What are you going to do?" The question sounded a bit nervous, but also a bit like a challenge. Hermione flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked up at his coyly.
"You are very handsome when you're nearly naked," she replied. A subtle blush spread across Severus' face and he tried to hide it by turning away. She grabbed his cock to keep his attention.
"As Are you," he said when he eyed her up and down.
"I want to taste you," she said as plainly as one could imagine; as if she was asking for a cup of tea. Severus, however, was almost sent over the edge and his right hand worked its way into her hair. He pulled it slightly so that she would look up at him.
His eyes were dark and looked both anxious and relieved all at once. She held his cock and he stared into her face for a long moment. He smoothed her hair down her back and the small, sweet smile on her face made him feel love drunk. He was throbbing in her hand.
"We can't come back from this, once we do. It will never be normal again," he said seriously.
Hermione laughed. "Severus, when was this ever normal?"
She took a small step to close the little bit of space between them. Severus swallowed and hermione used her free hand to stroke his chest. "What we've been doing has felt really good for a really long time, but knowing you want more just as much as I do confirms that there is no reason to stop."
He closed his eyes and clung to her words. Hermione watched him with confusion as he was clearly ruminating over something. "There is always a reason to stop," he said.
"And what's that?" Hermione asked.
Severus swallowed. "Once you let it go to far it hurts too much when she leaves," he said.
Hermione smiled. "Good thing there isn't a place I'd rather be."
With that a smile cracked his worried face and she pressed her body against his. She stretched up on her toes and bit her lip before Severus leaned forward to kiss her soft lips. At first he captured them gently and sucked the bottom one into his mouth. Then, his arms found their way behind her back and into her hair and he pulled her even closer than he thought he could to slide his tongue in between her waiting lips. She tasted sweet like cream and he tasted of fire whiskey and the intensity and depth of the kiss tempered his fire so delicious that within moments he was pushing her back on the bed and falling on top of her.