Chapter 5 – Encounter
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: This chapter is definitely not for the young ones! I apologize that this took me so long; there is no excuse for it and I will punish myself properly by picking up the pace in future installments. As always, it is my 1st attempt at fanfic. Please let me know what you think!
He knew she was there, but he didn't move. Her hand felt his neck, sliding down under his shirt to his chest, raking through the slight chest hair there....she began weaving a pattering with her fingers, in ever widening circles, until she touched one of his nipples...she kept just barely brushing against them, just enough to be not enough...
She wasn't sure if he had just said "more," or if she only imagined him to, but she pinched both his nipples before spinning his chair around, grinding her crotch against his knee as she brought her head over to his for a kiss. His hands slid down her naked body, finding her buttocks, and one finger began tracing the crack, up and down, farther in each time as she sucked on his earlobe and began the task of unbuttoning his robes.
"So many buttons," she said, growling in frustration, her fingers fumbling along his top layer. She began tugging at his clothes in exasperation; finally, she bit her top lip, her bottom jutting out wet and pink, and at the pleading look in her almond-shaped eyes his finger found its way between her thighs. "Oh!" she said, leaning against his hand, momentarily distracted. He rubbed nonchalantly for a few moments, allowing his finger to just brush against her sensitive skin before bringing a drop of her wetness up to his lips to taste.
"Delicious," he murmured, and allowed her to pull him from his chair and finish stripping him. At his sudden nakedness she paused; she wanted to memorize every bit of his body, wanted to appreciate his every detail. She knew how he had felt through robes, but nothing compared to seeing him before her. In that moment every part of him was beauty incarnate. He saw her eyes raking over his body, saw her lips slightly parted, tongue between her teeth; saw the utter lust in every one of her movements, and knew that she really wanted him...that no matter what he might think about himself, to her, he was desirable. For a brief moment he thought back on all their time together, of the occasional brushed hand, accidental meetings of elbows, of how over time the space between them had gotten more...intimate. Give me my sin...
Coming out of her own revelry, seeing him lost in thought brought a smile to her lips. She watched his face a moment, as he took in her body, but he was somewhere farther away. "Where are you?" she asked, reaching out and tracing a finger along his shoulder, down his arm.
"I'm right here," he said, jerking his eyes to hers as she began licking her way down his body; he was almost afraid to touch her then, afraid if he did whatever spell would be broken and he would wake up, alone. Any lingering insecurity he felt towards himself was swept away with her tongue, and he tilted his head to look down on her and smile.
He ran his hands down her shoulders, then up her neck, such creamy skin under his touch she was velvet, and she vibrated beneath his fingers. He cupped his hands under her chin, and brought her face up towards his, leaning down to meet her halfway in a kiss.
Oh, what a kiss...
Tongues twisting, teeth scraping, lips and mouth sucking as skin on skin they made their way to the bed, hands roaming over hot skin, never breaking contact with each other before Hermione found herself laying on the bed, Severus on top of her, pausing to catch his breath.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, looking into her eyes for any sign of doubt. She stared back at him, and in answer, brought his face back down to hers, bringing one thigh up to rub against the growing hardness between his legs. Without any more ado, he gently entered her, slowly, and watched her face as she bit her lip. Pulling out a bit, he waited until she nodded, then entered her again, slowly allowing her to warm up to the idea of him. She moaned, scratching her fingernails along his back, urging him on. He slowly began to find a pace, thrusting as gently as he could until she started gasping, bringing herself up to meet him each time. He sped up, faster, harder, her slightly frustrated moans egging him on.
He kept kissing her, wanting to feel her tongue in his mouth, his teeth under her tongue, her breasts and stomach rubbing against him as he kept on, waiting for each encouragement from her.
Her eyes smiled at him, her bottom lip clutched between her teeth as she stared at him, thrusting with him, in tune with him, staring in his eyes with as much concentration as when she was hanging on his every word in class. Her eyes were dark with lust, her brows slightly furrowed, her lips slightly curved upwards; he memorized her like this, in pleasure, in pain, not wanting to ever forget her or this experience with her. He pushed out of his head all thoughts of consequences, all thoughts of the morning, instead feeling only the moment, not thinking, not analyzing.
Hermione didn't need to push any thoughts out of her head; they were gone the moment he entered her, and all she could think of, see, smell, feel was him. She finally understood...and she was in more pleasure then ever before in her life. She felt him quicken, and in his concentration his mouth lost contact with hers. She clumsily brought her lips up to his neck, biting and sucking for a few moments until she felt her orgasm start to build, pressure starting in her belly, her thighs, then exploding through her entire body. And then an entirely new feeling inside her as he went over the edge with her name across his lips. She felt her muscles relaxing, and her brain slowly started to turn back on.
He collapsed on top of her, still inside her, his mouth gently spreading kisses across the crook of her neck. He wanted to say something, but words failed him, and she felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin. Her arms came up around his back, and they lay there, contented, until they both fell asleep.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Ron asked Harry in the Gryffindore common room.
"Not for hours. Suppose she's in the library. N.E.W.T.s are seven months away, after all." Harry said with a grin.
Neither noticed Draco Malfoy in an invisibility cloak, slipping out through the same painting he had come through the day prior.
"I'll bet I know where she is," he said to himself, snickering, and headed in the direction of the dungeons.