"Tomorrow?" He asked, murmured it into the skin of her neck as he kissed it sensuously.

It was a loaded question and they both knew it, she didn't need any more explanation.

If the heat in her gaze as she responded was anything to go by.

"Gods Yes."

They spent the day restocking the rail house. Hermione went hunting, now she was able to leave Sam in Severus's care, whilst Severus spent the day boiling pan after pan of water from the pump to replenish the stores in the house. He also made a point of examining the perimeter and stamping down a lot of the surrounding grass. Now nothing could get within a 50 yards of the rail house without them seeing it, even if it did happen to be on the ground. As he eyed his hand, and the two missing fingers he clenched his jaw in determination. It would not be a mistake they made again.

Once that was done, Severus set to checking on all the wooden spikes he'd driven into the ground surrounding the building and had set Sam with the task of collecting as many fallen apples from the tree as he could, and the boy pleased to have been given a 'serious' job, went at it with vigour.

As the hours dragged on he became more and more nervous, but when the sun began to sink into the horizon he spotted Hermione walking carefully back, and released a tension he didn't now he'd been holding. Hermione returned with a couple of rabbits and they all ate the first proper meal they had partaken in a long time. Sat in front of the fire, with the first proper food, cooked well, in over 2 weeks was to the three of them like ambrosia, and had a soporific effect on Samuel. By the end of the meal the young boy was practically falling asleep in his seat, and Hermione and Severus shared a weighted look between them.

oOo

Severus was reading to Samuel, as Hermione was in her words "Getting ready". He didn't know exactly what that entailed, but he knew he was damn well looking forward to whatever she was preparing. Sam was leaned on his chest as he spoke. They were both fairly certain that he couldn't really hear the stories they read aloud, unless he was watching their lips, however he seemed to like the deep timber of Severus's voice and would instead rest his head on Severus's chest and feel the vibrations as he spoke. So what if he didn't understand what Severus was saying? It brought him comfort, and that was what bedtime stories were meant to do, so Severus continued on regardless.

When Hermione peeked around the corner, and told him to put Sam to bed, he smirked wickedly at the light blush on her face, and did what she said. Sam was already nodding off from Severus's story, and the rich meal they'd had earlier, and was out like a light the second his head hit the pillow.

Inhaling deeply in anticipation, Severus made his way to the other side of the divider, and Hermione who was waiting for him.

oOo

She was sat on the bed waiting for him. She still wore her shirt, but had taken off her trousers and socks so her legs were bare and she only wore her knickers. He could feel himself responding, his cock hard and heavy in his pants.
Gods but she was beautiful.
He stalked towards her, and she stood when he was but a single step away from her. Watching her, he could see her steel herself with a deep breath before moving to help him out of his shirt. He stripped it off willingly, but his keen gaze caught a slight hesitance in her movement, which he'd never seen before, and when she reached for his trousers he grabbed her hands to stop her. His actions had her amber gaze raising to meet his own ebony one, but it was the question in hers that had him speaking.

"You are nervous"

She let out a breath, her hands relaxing on the waistband of his trousers, but not letting go.

"Yes..."

"We should stop" He said softly, for he had no desire to push her into anything she was not truly comfortable with.

"No...No I don't want to stop...but could you just..."

When she trailed off he arched an eyebrow and looked at her nervous expression.

"...Just?"

Another endearing flush, as she nibbled her bottom lip nervously.

"...Take the lead? Please."

That was definitely something he could do.

With a growl he pulled her towards his body, not stopping until she was flush against him from head to toe. He swallowed her surprised gasp with a kiss, and then felt his cock twitch when she moaned into his mouth.

His hands sought the soft skin of her back, and when they reached the hem of her shirt, they slipped underneath to feel the soft lush curves of her arse, covered only by her thin knickers.

Unable to help himself, he grabbed a handful of each cheek causing her to squeak in surprise when he lifted her into the air. She caught on quickly though, and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing her knicker covered centre in contact with the hard bulge in his pants.

She mewled into his kisses and he squeezed his hands like a cat kneading her.

"Bed" She panted and he could only nod his agreement, carrying her towards their destination.

When she was under him on the bed, he groaned in pleasure and ground himself into her centre. She had stroked him to completion many times, and had just as frequently taken him into her mouth allowing him to spend himself in her throat, however she'd always been more shy of her own body, and though she'd allowed him to bring her off on a few occasions, this was the first time he'd had her half naked and beneath him.

They were kissing furiously, her hand fisted in his hair and his grabbed her thigh, bringing one leg up to wrap around his waist. Once she was in positon he began to rock against her and she broke away from their kiss with a moan at the sensation of his hard cock grinding against her wet knickers.

With his body pinning her to the bed, he reached up and removed his shirt, tossing it to one side before he reached for the hem of hers. He quickly looked to her eyes for permission, and she nodded just barely, bottom lip still wedged between her teeth. Between them they got her shirt off and tossed it to the side.

It was impossible for him to hold back a moan at the sight of her, she was so glorious laid out beneath him in nothing but a tiny pair of knickers. She was gorgeous, delicious and all his.

They resumed their frantic kissing, both of the exulting at the feel of skin upon skin as her soft breasts pressed against his firm chest. She had one hand in the dark hair on his chest, alternating between tugging him closer and scratching his pecs and it was driving him insane with the need to bury himself in her.

"Hermione" He groaned into her neck when her other hand slipped below his waist and took a firm and familiar hold of him.

His hands grasped at her knickers and began to drag them down her legs, she squeaked at first but then helped him get them off, insisting on stripping him of his own lower garments at the same time.

When she settled back on the bed he let out a desperate moan at the sight of her. She'd let him tease her clit from under her knickers, but had never bared herself to him before, and he was drunk on her.

Dropping forward he kissed the scar on her chest, tracing kisses down it and using it as a path to her soft breasts until he had her nipple in his mouth. She mewled and arched her back, hands fisted in his hair to encourage his ministrations.

His other hand slipped down, encouraging her to part he legs which she did, and he began to tease her in a familiar rhythm.

"Oh!" She gasped and that soft, surprised vocalisation did more for him than a thousand dirty words could. The sheer surprised pleasure and delight, was enough to set his already throbbing cock to granite.

His fingers spend up over her clit, causing her to pant beneath him and he pressed his lips to hers in a vicious and dominant kiss which she melted into.

"Gods Hermione, I love you...I want you" He panted into her kiss and she could only nod in responce.

"Yes?" He asked her, never slowing his motions on her clit.

"Yes..." She gasped back, and then her hand was reaching under the pillow and passing him a small foil square.

Right. Condom.

He pulled back for a second and regarded the foil square in his hand, not entirely sure what to do with it. He'd never worn one, or even seen one in person as he spent his entire adult life in the wizarding world, where most adult witches were on the potion.

"Could you...?"

"Umm I think so"

They both laughed nervously at their combined awkwardness. They fumbled it the first time, and managed to rip the damn thing, and after a sudden moment of terror when he thought they'd have to stop, she pulled out the packet with a smile which thankfully contained a number more.

Between them they managed to get the second one in place, and shared a kiss as he lowered her back to the bed beneath him. He was thankful that the condom dulled the sensation a little, as he needed all the help he could get. She was so glorious beneath him, and it had been so long since he'd truly been with a woman, he was worried he might show himself up.

They continued to kiss, as he situated himself between her legs. Where before they had been full of fire and passion, now it was something else. Something more.
Their kisses seemed to be soul deep, as he gently rocked himself against her, the lubrication of her cunt and the latex of the condom allowing him to press against her slick cleft and grind against her clit.

She was nervous he could tell, but it had no doubt been just as long for her as it had been for him, plus she was a small girl and he was no slouch in the size department either.

They continued kissing, and he let himself rock against her, each thrust of his hips ended with him gradually getting closer and closer to his goal. When the blunt head of his cock was pressed against her opening, he stopped and waited for her.

"Ok?" He asked softly, and she nodded.

"You're...big...be gentle OK?" She asked a little nervously and he smiled and kissed her deeply.

"Always" He whispered as he began to press into her.

She tensed beneath him and he stroked his hands down her sides gentling her, and he felt her force herself to relax.

"Easy" He whispered, as he gently eased himself into her, rocking his hips slowly to allow her time to adjust "I'd never hurt you" He'd only just got passed the head.

"I know" she murmured "But-" Whatever she was going to say broke off in a wince and he stilled as though petrified when he felt her tense beneath him. Though with shock he realised that wasn't the only thing he felt.

"Hermione?" He gasped, as his arms shook with the effort of keeping himself still.

"I'm sorry, I should've said.." She too was trembling beneath him.

Well that explained why she was so nervous.

"Do you want me to stop?" It would kill him to do it, but he would if she asked.

"No. No...Just...go slow ok?"

Leaning down he kissed her, deep and full of meaning. "I love you" he whispered against her lips, and felt her smile.

"I love you Severus" She whispered back, and returned his kiss.

His hand slipped down between them to position himself against her with a better angle, and he gently wrapped her leg around his waist.

He went slower this time, and putting all his weight on one arm, he brought the other down between them to stroke at her clit.

Her breathing sped up, and he found himself groaning into their kisses, nervous yes, but she was clearly very aroused and was dripping wet.

When he finally breached her with his cock, and was seated fully within her warmth, he paused to allow her to adjust to the feeling of being filled with his cock.

"Alright?" He asked carefully after a while, ensuring to keep up with one hand on her clit.

"Yes" She gasped and it was a breathy exhalation. "It feels different, good I think, but different"

He began to move gently and she gasped underneath him, hand coming to grasp his chest hair.

"Is that more...or stop?" He questioned with an arched brow.

"Don't stop" She whimpered.

"Good?" He asked as he continued the rocking motions with his hips, not stopping his attentions to her clit.

"I don't know, it feels...just...more...deeper...I don't know, but don't stop"

He chuckled then at the look on her face, eyes dilated and breath coming in gasps.

He angled his hips, making sure the blunt head of his cock would rub against her G spot, and her breath hitched beneath him, as her eyes rolled back.

His hips sped up whenever he heard a pleasured gasp, sigh or moan from her, and soon he was fucking her with a steady rythmn.

"Gods, severus...severus I feel..."

"It's alright love, I've got you, let it go"

"I don't know if I can...it's too much but I don't want it to stop"

With a growl he grabbed her ankle and pulled her further under him, abandoning her clit and hooking both her legs with his arms.

Her eyes widened and she grabbed the headboard behind her. This new angle had him hitting her G spot with every thrust.

She was gasping for breath and whimpering, arching underneath him.

He knew what was wrong, she was unused to penetration, she'd never explored with it or orgasmed from it before, so her body was conditioned to her clit and didn't know how to let it go.

"Relax love, let me have it"

"I can't" She whined desperately, and he saw the hint of frustrated tears in her eyes "I feel like I-"

"You won't wet yourself, I promise" He whispered and smirked at the blush on her face. "Trust me, relax, stop chasing it, let it take you"

He saw the moment she relented as her back arched and her eyes rolled into her head.

"OH Severus...I think I'm going to...Oh"

Growling he redoubled his efforts, thrusting deeply so he hit her cervix and her G spot.

"Yes, let me have it love, come for me"

"SEVERUS!"

Her back bowed so much he couldn't help but take a firm mouthful of her luscious tit, but when her body spasmed around him, he let go with a startled cry as he felt himself following her into release, dragged there by the sensations of her body rippling around his cock.

They collapsed spent into the bed, and kissed languidly, drunk on the headiness of the whole experience.

After he disposed on the condom with a grimace of distaste which made her giggle at his expression, they for once collapsed into bed in just their underthings, both still hot and slick with sweat from their coupling.

When they were half asleep, and she was laid on his chest, he spoke the words that had been floating in his head all night.

"Samuel...he calls you mum?" The words fell from his lips and he wished he'd had the strength to hold them back, afraid of breaking the tranquil peace they were laid in.

She regarded him with a sad smile, but kissed his pectoral gently to let him know it was alright.

"I'm the only mother he's ever known"