Chapter14.2 – The Treatment

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 in the 1st: Son of a Death Eater, I had this update ready four days ago…was ff.net loading?  NOOOOO… of course…anyway…Here is the second part of chapter 14 … remember, the really naughty things are happening between 14.2-14.9.  Don't read this if you shouldn't.

A/N in the 2nd: I really appreciate reviews.  I'm writing this in my free time, which is, well, to be honest, slim; I'm working two full-time jobs and completing a welding apprenticeship this summer, so let me know what you think.  The good, the bad, the ugly, I'm an equal-opportunity critisizee.  That being said…on with the story!

Is this what living is?  Is this what we're so sheltered from for so long?  Hermione thought to herself, wishing for a moment she could freeze time and feel such… awareness…for the rest of her life.  He has awakened me, and I never want to sleep again.

Severus paused in his massage as he realized something; this is the longest time I have spent with someone so intimately without becoming bored.  He found himself shocked at the fact that now, even more than their first time together, he wanted to show her the world; wanted to bring everything to life that she had never felt before, wanted her to teach him as well, but before his mind became overwhelmed by all these wants, immediate needs and desires, she reached around her back and clasped one of his hands in hers, before slowly bringing his hand, along with the rest of him, closer to her face as she turned over.

He watched as she held his hand in hers, trailing delicate touches over the lines of his palm, the ridges of his knuckles.  He watched as she stared, fascinated, turning his hand one way, then another, before bringing it to her lips, kissing each joint, licking his right forefinger before drawing it into her mouth, suckling it and massaging it with his tongue…oh oh oh oh oh and his brain almost shut down, and he had to force himself to stay still, to allow her this exploration.

Her fingers danced up his arms, each one in turn, and he could see her mind memorizing as many details as she could; even here, she was ever the observer, the learner, the note-taker.  She was cherishing him, and he was in heaven.  He allowed her free reign of his front, only reacting slightly when she concentrated on his nipples, and then she was behind him, teasing the skin of his neck, shoulders, back; alternating between feather-light touches and a good, hard massage.  He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her licking her way down his spine; never before had someone done this to his body, and it was perhaps the most erotic feeling his skin had experienced.  She doesn't even know her power, her abilities…what will become of me once she finally blossoms into a woman?  Or has she already?

He felt as though their time together was perhaps the most precious time he had ever lived; he refused to close his eyes for fear of missing some perfect exchange, some precious moment.  He saw her legs in front of him, her head somewhere behind him, and was in the process of reaching out to stroke her leg when her tongue found a much more sensitive patch of skin; she had licked all the way down his spine, between his cheeks as far as she could go with him sitting up on the bed, before slowly moving out to the sides, and up his ribcage until she was quite coiled around him like a snake, biting and tugging at the skin on his neck.  He almost closed his eyes in that moment of ecstasy; she contained him then, and he felt as though he might do, say, or be anything and she would take it in, heal it.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, she slowly laid back, taking him with her, pulling him down for a kiss and guiding his legs around her.  She moaned into his mouth, her legs squirming on the bed, irritated slightly and finally tired of foreplay; he entered her then, slowly, carefully, taking his time and watching her face as each expression washed over her.

They hadn't ever made love like this, so slowly; he practically withdrew completely from her with each thrust, and their mouths were continuously busy, kissing each other, sucking an earlobe, biting a neck.  I'm going to be covered in love-bites tomorrow, Hermione thought to herself before Severus began thrusting slightly faster, distracting her from the later-on's and bringing her back to the right-now's.  She brought her hips up with each thrust, attempting to meet him, to allow him deeper access to that which brought them so close, physically, mentally.  He felt so right inside her; she wished they would never stop; can I just stay here forever?  Carefully, purposefully he moved inside of her, fast enough to make her moan in pleasure; slow enough to make her moan in frustration. 

He continued lavishing her face, neck, jaw, eyelids, ear lobes, collar bones, shoulders, with kisses.  She returned them, at first, but the pleasure building from friction against her clit was incomparable to anything she'd experienced before, and she began to lose her ability of coherent reasoning.  It was not quite the beginnings of an orgasm, but some other gratification; combined with the sensations of him inside her, her body wanted to both shove him away and pull him closer coinstantaneously.  She was over stimulated; writhing beneath him,  legs jerking of their own accord, hips bucking and head twisting and oh god don't stop, don't ever stop, "Oh don't stop, ever!" she cried, her voice rough.

He strained staying atop of her; so wildly was she reacting, he finally pinned her arms above her head, and moved his mouth to her breast, rolling the nipple between his teeth with enough pressure to send tingles up and down her spine.  One hand held her wrists while the other traced its way down her body, finding her belly button and exploring…