Hey there all,
It has been a while since I have last written, but I hope you are all still about and reading this. I'm not sure when I can next update because I am going away for a couple of days. I might be able to update tomorrow and maybe the next day but other than that I am doomed! Lol!
But I will only be gone for about a week at most and then I will be back to write more…promise.
Okay well read this chappy and let me know what you think!
They stood in the middle of the living room. Neither of them letting go of the other. The only move they had made since appearing back at their home was dropping the bags that they had held in their hands.
So things had not turned out the way either of them had expected. She had seemed such a nice woman. How can some one that looked so like Molly not be like her, not even a little bit!
Hermione sighed and wrapped her arms tighter around her husband.
So they really were all alone in this. They had Dumbledore, sure, but he was not family. Harry and Ron had been like brothers to her, but they did not trust her or have trust in her husband. Well it was their loss. They would not get to know the amazing man before her. They would not get to know how much she loved him.
They have silently asked her to choose between them and her husband. She hated to do it but she has chosen her man.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled into her hair.
Hermione pulled back from him slightly and looked up at him. She ran a hand down his face and wrapped her arm around his neck.
"What have you got to be sorry for?" she asked.
He sighed and the hot air blew gently across her face.
"My mother." He turned his head and looked into the empty fire. "I knew that she might have some trouble, but I never guessed that she would do that." He turned back to her and she saw only sorrow in his eyes.
She had to do something to get rid of it, something to show him that she was here for him…no matter what happened.
She straightened up and pulled his head down to hers. Lightly she brushed his lips with hers.
"Enough talk about them." She whispered.
Then applying more pressure, her lips moved teasingly against his. For a moment he did nothing, Hermione was sure that she had done the wrong thing and was about to move away when he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him.
He took charge of the kiss, running his tongue along her bottom lip, asking to taste her deeper. She didn't even think about not giving him what he wanted. She parted her lips and met his tongue with her own. A sweet battle took pace, tasting one another, breathing the same breath, taking the very essences of each other deep inside them selves.
Severus couldn't believe it, it was like Christmas and his birthday had all come at once!
He held her closer. She tasted so damn good! His brain short circuited. Anything that made sense to him before made none now.
How can someone that meant nothing to him before now mean so much? How can kissing her and making her feel pleasure seem more important than his next breath?
"Hermione…" he said softly, pulling away from those amazing lips.
Her eyes were closed and her lips were swollen from his kisses. A becoming blush graced her cheek bones. Her eyes opened slowly to look up at him.
"Hermione…" he said again, not totally sure what he wanted to say.
She brought a finger up and ran it over his bottom lip.
"Enough talking, time for some…" she paused and licked her lips. "Action."
He gasped softly and sucked her finger into his mouth. Teasing the tip of it with his tongue.
He watched in fascination as her eyes widened and the blush deepened.
In one swift moment he swept her up into his arms, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight.
He walked to the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. Taking a step back he looked at the amazing woman before him. Already he could feel himself raring to go, but he held back, this time it was going to be good for the both of them…amazing even.
"Take your top off." He told her softly. Slowly she reached down and pulled her top up and off.
Underneath she wore a red lace bra. Her pale skin matched it perfectly! The cups hugged her swollen breast, the nipples clearly aroused, just waiting for his mouth to take them.
He started to un-button his own robes, working his way through them all, till he was down to his shirt and trousers. His arouse was becoming painful. There was no longer spare room in his trousers to fill. Having her watching him as he undressed was a sexual rush that he had never had before. But he knew it would end now.
Being a death eater and spy had taken a toll on his body. He had scars all over himself. His chest was by far the worse. Although he had a nasty scar that ran up his inner thigh.
The first time he had shown his body to a women after getting some of his scars, she had jumped of the bed and made some excuse and left. If anything like that happened this time he wasn't sure he would be okay afterward.
Closing his eyes he prayed to every god he knew, this was quite a list and took it's time. When he felt the first brush of fingers over the scar on his right shoulder his eyes flew open.
There before him stood Hermione, her eyes wide. Not full of fear and not full of pity. Wide with…Love.
She looked away so quickly he could not be sure, but he would hold onto the thought like a life line.
She followed the scar to where it curved around his right nipple. She stopped teasingly close to the sensitive nub, making him want to gasp.
She moved onto the next scar, which ran from just under his last rib curved left and went down to his belly button. She let her palm rest on the slightly burnt skin on his side.
"Where did they all come from?" she asked softly.
He took a deep breath. He had not scared her off by the way he looked but he might with the explanation.
"No one displease the Dark Lord. This is his way of making sure we stay loyal."
She gave a slight nod and dropped her hand to the scar on his thigh, tracing it with her fingers.
He clenched his hands and prayed once again.
"Are you embarrassed of them?" she asked again softly.
You would think such questions would calm his heated body but it did no such thing.
"Would you not be?" he said stepping back from her. "Look at them." He almost spat. "I mean really looking at them. So you think that these are something to be proud off?"
Slowly her eyes swept over his body, taking in every little mark, burn and scar. No piece of skin left un-checked.
"Would you like to know what I see?" she asked softly.
All he could do was give a little nod of the head.
"I see a man that strayed from the light and paid. I see a man that has seen the error in his ways and is doing everything he can to make up for it. I see a man that I…I have come to care a great deal about. I see the father of my child."
He scanned her face but what he saw was only honesty. She meant everything she said. Nobody in his whole life had ever said anything like that to him. Nobody had ever treated him the way she did.
"Hermione…" he looked down. There was no hiding his need for her. "I'm not sure I can make this last long. But next time will be better."
With that he stepped towards her and quickly helping her get rid of the rest of her clothes.
His hands running over body, finding out what made her moan, what made her sigh and what made her beg for fulfilment.
He slides his hands over her rounded belly and into where she was hot and ready for him. Her hips bucked up of the bed and she cried out softly.
"More."
Letting one finger move deeper inside her, he worked his thumb on her clit, enjoying every little wave that visibly passed through. Loving how wet and needy she was getting the closer she got to exploding.
"Severus." She cried out.
He knew what she wanted and Merlin knows, he wanted it too, but he needed to make her come. He needed to show not just her but himself that he could please her. That even if it was only in the bedroom, he was worthy of her.
Lowering his head he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, and just like that she blew up underneath him. Her cries flowed out of her and around the room, her hands gripping his shoulders almost painfully.
Looking up at her he saw his own little piece of heaven.
Her mouth wide open and her eyes glowing. Slowly she licked her lips, giving him no choice but to lean down and capture that pink tongue in his mouth. No choice but to taste and tease.
When he felt hot little fingers curl round his even hotter need, he almost bit it.
"Wha…" he started to say.
But she had stopped him buy rubbing his cock against her wet lips. He looked up at her just to check that she was sure. The glowing in her eyes made it more than clear.
Tucking his head into her neck he slipped inside her and hoped that the gods had listened to his prays.
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HC
