Chapter 3 – Touched
Author: Rikka
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; I'm just playing with them for a short while. I'll give them back, with a knowing smile on their faces, once I've finished with them.
A/N: —"Don't Stand So Close To Me" is a Police song. It's one of my favorite songs, so by that token I'm sure it wriggled its way into this story, though I believe its influence should stop there. My 1st attempt at fanfic. Please let me know what you think!
He knew she was standing outside of his door; his wards alerted him, and he walked out into the classroom, waiting. After a few minutes he walked to the door and was about to open it when she finally walked in. She jumped a bit to see him standing so close to the door, but it was the look on her face that made him want to…what? What do you think you can you do, scoop her into your arms and take her to bed? You fool...you damned old fool. Yet...her face so plainly said everything he had been feeling for the past few weeks; confusion, conflict, consternation, and…fear.
He took a step back at her fear; suddenly he wasn't quite sure of what he wanted and he felt quite trapped with Hermione between himself and the exit. Well, if he was completely honest with himself he knew what he wanted; but he wasn't quite...something...yet. Oh to be absolved of my damned fate of being lonely... He only knew that it was taking every ounce of self-control in his body to keep him from reaching out and just touching her. Any kind of contact would leave him sated; any kind of contact would leave him wanting for more. He remembered how it felt to touch her before, how she had so gently kissed his hand; only looking at her right now was almost painful. Damned if you do it seems, and damned if you don't. Her eyes were staring up at him, and her expression changed to one he couldn't read as she took a step towards him. Why does this feel so right? Oh please don't stand so close to me...
Why is he staring at me like that? Hermione searched his face, subconsciously reaching out to grasp his hand when he stepped away. When her fingers met his she found herself being pulled to him, his arms wrapping themselves around her body, pulling her tightly into him. Her head fit in the crook under his chin, and his hands rubbed her back through her robes so hard she thought she might bruise. It was almost as if…he doesn't think I'm really here...oh, Gods. That feels so good.
Hermione found herself restlessly writhing against him; it was all she could do not to crawl into his robes. Half of her wanted to flee and half of her wanted him to wrap himself around her and never let her go. "Mmm," she moaned as one of his legs found its way between her thighs. The sound of her oh please let that be because of me brought Severus back to reality, and he gripped her shoulders, pushing her out to arms length. She frowned, looking up at him, practically pouting, her lips slightly parted, silently screaming to be kissed. To what God or Devil do I owe for having such a creature before me? He meant to tell her they needed to stop; he meant to remind her of who he was, and of the lines of propriety they currently seemed to be blurring.
"Let's move this someplace more...private," he heard himself saying, oh you weak, pathetically lonely fool. A slight smile crept onto her face before she replied to his breathy suggestion.
"Um, your rooms are around here, no?" she asked, biting her lower lip as she clasped her hand once more around his. Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods don't let go of me I may fall down...
Severus brought her into his rooms, and with a flick of his wand lit the fire in the fireplace. For a moment he stood there, his back to her but her hand in his, hesitating. "We should talk..." he was silenced by a hand on his back. She turned him around, and brought a finger up to his lips.
"Shh..." she said, smiling. What am I doing? What the hell do I think I am doing? "We can talk all you want later. But right now all I want is for you to be kissing me."
He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her, but then stopped a half inch from her face, questioning her, making sure one last time. She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips in answer. His eyes closed and he savored the feeling of her skin touching his, electrifying to his senses her touch, scent, sound as she panted in his ear. And suddenly she wasn't just panting in his ear, and he moaned as she licked his ear, heat spreading through his body. He turned his head, wrapping his fingers in her hair, and brought her lips to hers, kissing her so hard and passionately they both didn't realize they were on the bed until Hermione pulled away, gasping for breath, her lips red and swollen from the kiss. She looked at him, with – what, love?? – in her eyes, and leaned over for another kiss as she began stripping off her robes. He helped her, his hands exploring each new area as it was uncovered, frustrated when he encountered under clothes beneath the robes.
She sat up next to him, pulling at his robes and whimpering. He took the hint and started taking his off, and she threw each item to the floor as soon as it was removed from his body. "Touch me," she whispered, bringing his hands to her breast. He stared at her smooth skin, touching her as though she were delicate; treasure this, Severus, it may never happen again. She ground herself on him as he pinched and stroked, moaning, just wanting as much of her skin to touch his as possible. She brought her face up to his for another kiss, and his hands made their way to her buttocks, down her thighs as far as they could go before wandering back up her hips, around to her stomach and up to her shoulders.
She began kissing her way down his neck, licking and sucking and nipping, treasuring him so tactile under her tongue. Everything about him was so beautiful; she found one of his nipples and started playing with it in her mouth, and at his moan she brought her hips down so her legs were straddling one of his thighs, rubbing against him so she realized she still had underwear on. "Mmm, less clothes now," she muttered against his chest, willing herself to move.
They both tensed at the sound of an alarm. "Damn!" he muttered. A student was outside the door of his classroom. Someone knocked, and then they both heard the unmistakable sound of Draco Malfoy calling, "Professor Snape? Are you here?"