A/N: I do not own the HP characters, but I think about them naked all the time. This is done purely for pleas- erm, fun.
SMUT ALERT: First half up until the line break is very, very M!
When I awoke, Severus was already inside me. He held utterly and completely still, pressing gentle kisses to the side of my neck, his chest warm against my back. The moment I opened my eyes, he knew it, and I felt his mouth curl by my ear.
"Good morning. I've already brushed my teeth while you were snoring."
"I don't snore," I lied knowing full well that I sounded like a drunken centaur.
"Yes, dear." He pulled out slowly before easing back in, and I couldn't help but whimper and arch my back. "I discovered something interesting, though," he added.
"Nnnnnggh," I drooled as he flexed his hips.
He slid his hand beneath my thigh and pulled it up in the air to grant himself greater access. "Hermione, you despicable girl, why did you charm your mirror in such a lewd fashion?"
I stilled even as his hands plucked my nipples and his teeth nibbled on my neck.
"Get off me."
He froze. "Hermione?"
"Off, Severus."
Snape let go. I rolled over to see him lying on his back, hands tucked beneath his head, studying my ceiling tiles. His expression was a neutral mask. Silly man. I imagined that a lifetime of rejection primed one to expect the worst, but I hoped that he'd grant me the rest of his years to break him of the habit.
I threw my leg over his hips and carefully slid onto his erection, using my hand to nestle him home. "I should have thought it was perfectly obvious why I'd want to stare at your luscious self whenever possible. After all, it should be clear that I love your cock."
And just that easily, his eyes warmed and his smile returned, although it was a trifle too smug for my taste. I reached behind me and nudged the back of his knees, prompting him to bend them so I could lean back. "Come on. I'll fuck your brains out in a moment. I didn't get much of a chance to look at you yet since you were in too much of a hurry last night to take your pants and coat off while it was still light enough to see."
His eyebrow arched. "I was in too much of a hurry? I wasn't the one keening, 'Severus, pleeeeease! Use your manly love wand on me!'" He said the last in a falsetto that sounded swotty and dishearteningly like me.
Ogling his chest, I said, "Mmm, yes. I have no recollection of that." A small shiver went through me, straight down to my core, and joined with me, Severus couldn't help but feel it. His eyes fluttered shut. "Is it wrong that I think the hair under your arms is incredibly sexy?"
"I noticed. You gave my mirror-doppelganger veritable shrubbery beneath his."
"Could my dulcet tones charm small mammals from said shrubbery?"
"As long as you are using those tones to shout, 'Oh, Severus, oh, Severus!,' I guarantee that any and all parts of me will be charmed." He ran his hands up my thighs, past my waist, and cupped my breasts. "Do you think I could persuade you to move on me?"
"In a minute. I'm not done ogling."
He sighed, very much put upon. I watched his chest rise and fall. I was surprised the man was so muscular. He wasn't bulky, but there was no mistaking the fact that Severus was very fit. "What do you do for exercise?" I asked.
"Run, but I'm hoping to add you to my regimen." He hissed in pleasure when I licked my forefinger and began tracing the numerous hex and curse scars on his torso. Pinching his nipples caused him to jump and then moan.
"You're just lovely," I sighed.
"That's the first time I have ever heard that sentiment expressed." His mouth quirked.
"I'm sure it won't be the last."
Sitting up, I ran my hands down my front, cupping my breasts. Slowly, I began to move on him, my head thrown back, my fingers nails scratching against my puckered nipples. Pressing my soft mounds, I brought my mouth close and allowed my tongue to snake out and lave the tip.
"Oh, fuck," he murmured and sat up so that he could capture my mouth in a slow, searing kiss. His tongue rubbed lazily against mine, while his arms cocooned me in his warmth, one around my waist, the other grasping my hips as I rubbed up and down his cock. "Faster. I want to see your pretty tits bounce."
I leaned back into his supporting arms and worked my hips faster. His eyes were fastened to my chest, but his clever fingers had stroked down my tummy, and his thumb was rubbing over my clit. Leaning forward, Severus's mouth captured one of my nipples with his hot mouth, teeth rubbing, tongue flicking. I cried out and worked his cock harder, trying to milk him for every ounce of pleasure I could steal for myself.
He was a tremendously generous lover, allowing me to use him to fill the ache in my core, when I could tell by the burning of his eyes and the tenseness in his arms and back that all he wanted was to flip me over and pound me through the mattress. It was his upward thrusts and the cage of his arm on my back that finally pushed me over the edge, my clit rubbing hard against his pubic bone. I screamed and convulsed around his cock.
When it was over, I found myself lying on my back in my bed. Severus laid over me, pressing drugging kisses to my mouth, still hard and heavy inside of me. I wriggled slightly, uncomfortable and feeling chafed. He gentled me with his mouth, sweet kisses dragged up my neck, and when he felt me relax beneath his weight, he pressed in hard against me. I made a small hiccupping cry and arched my back, and he released the pressure. He didn't move even an inch, but the press and release of his pubis against my clit was… stimulating. My eyes fluttered shut.
His fingers teased over my breasts, taking a moment to roll the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I hummed in pleasure, and his hair stroked over my belly.
"Hook your hands behind your knees, Hermione."
He pressed kisses down between my breasts, and as he moved lower, I was sad to feel him slide out of me. I felt empty, hollow without him. I forgot to miss him though when his tongue dipped into my navel and continued down.
The first graze of his tongue felt like a shock to my system, and I moaned and spread my legs wider. I felt a gush of liquid between my thighs, and he licked at it eagerly. Leaning against my pillows, I watched him suck gently on my pussy, his lips shining from my juices.
Our eyes were locked as he played me like an instrument, and he pulled away for just a moment to say, "Go ahead. Do it."
"Bastard," I muttered affectionately, incapable of working up true irritation at his use of Legilimancy on me again. Instead, I reached forward to grasp his hair to pull his face viciously against my cunt, and when his tongue slid down to my canal, I flexed my hips against his mouth repeatedly, seeing stars when he rubbed the blunt edge of his teeth against my clit. Just like that, he was gone from between my legs.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he snarled and lunged forward, impaling me with his cock. His blunt head jammed into my cervix and I cried out in pleasurepain. "Take it, witch," he growled.
"Yes yes, I will. I'll take it all. Pleeease, more."
His pressed me to the bed, holding me in place as he fucked me hard and fast, ensuring that I didn't bang my head against the headboard. Searching for more, he pulled my legs from his waist and rested them on his shoulders. The angle ensured that when he leaned forward, my back curled and my hips rose from the bed. With every stroke, he rubbed against an immeasurably hot spot in my tummy, and every stroke pushed me closer to the pinnacle of my pleasure.
"Gods. Come, witch. Come," he panted, his face tormented.
And I did. Seeing the stark desire on his face was enough that I exploded, hot waves of pleasure shooting straight to my toes. The ripples of my orgasm triggered his own, and his eyes squeezed shut and he came deep inside of me, shouting my name.
I've always prided myself on being a sensible witch, but I let myself down then. Instead of snuggling up and patting him firmly on his butt like a high-spirited racehorse, I burst into tears. Snape had just given me the single most powerful sexual experience in my life, and every neuron firing in unison from my pleasure center shorted out my brain's path to my mouth.
"Why are you crying?" He'd reared back on his elbows above me and his expression was tight as he looked down at me.
"I just… I just… that was so good," I sobbed.
"There's no reason for the waterworks." His words were rough, and his eyes were panicked.
I hiccupped unattractively, choking on my own spit. "I just think you have a lovely cock and a lovely way about you. I love it. Your cock. And sex with you, and… oh sod it all, I love you, Severus."
And he laughed! The bastard laughed and rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. He held me to his chest and whispered, "Hush, my little witchling. Hush now."
It didn't escape my notice that he didn't say it back.
"Gracious heavens! You're both glowing!" Minerva accused when she entered the Great Hall for breakfast, her mouth pursed like a wrinkled prune. She minced into the seat next to me, every line of her body rigid and nearly radiating disapproval.
I peeked guiltily at Severus and noticed that he did indeed look very fine. His posture, while as upright as ever, showed a release in tension. He held his shoulders low and back, calling attention to his muscled chest. (Yum.) Having just come from a romp in the shower, his hair was squeaky clean and tucked behind his ears. The lines around his mouth from his perpetual frown had smoothed out so that, while still present on his face, they were not etched as deeply.
He looked thirty-five again. It's amazing what sex with a woman nineteen years younger will do for one's outlook.
"Minerva, I have no idea what you're babbling on about," he said, eyeing the students who were just sitting down at their house tables for breakfast.
"But Severus," she whispered, leaning forward so that she could talk around me. I had a sudden, vivid fantasy of her tartan-swagged chapeau falling into the platter of eggs on the table. "It's as clear as the nose on your face that you two have…" Here, the older witch flapped her hand at us in what I'm guessing she thought was a suggestive gesture. "What happened to the Ins and Outs of Courting?"
Giggling, I responded, "Severus is already a dab hand at the ins and outs of it." I lookup up when I heard a choked noise. Severus appeared to have inhaled a bite of potato. I smacked him on the back vigorously. The students were eyeing us with a combination of fear and speculation, and he straightened immediately and glared. They were all suddenly terribly interested in the standard-issue Hogwarts serving ware.
"Well!" Minerva huffed. "That's not very ladylike." Gulping several mouthfuls of over-pale, over-sweetened tea, she sat back and ignored us, her hat nearly vibrating from the judgmental somersaults in which her brain was engaging.
I was pleased that Severus hadn't moved away from my hand on his back. It had been a bit of a risk to touch him so openly. After all, I had a vivid memory of a conversation in Diagon Alley where he'd admitted to me that years spent with the Dark Lord had made him wary of showing affection in public. Loved ones could be and frequently were used against Death Eaters to ensure obedience. I'd kept my voice pitched low in responding to Minerva, and my touch, while enthusiastic, had been impersonal. Still, Severus from a month ago would have set me back with a cool look or a dismissive insult.
His lack of reaction had gone a long way towards soothing my nerves in regards to my blubbery and slightly mucusy post-coital confessional. Severus hadn't brought up my embarrassing emotional sputum, but he'd been quieter since this morning. I honestly hadn't been sure what to expect.
It certainly wasn't for Snape to place his hand on the table next to mine, allowing his pinky to stroke the back of my own. I felt the color build in my cheeks, and he smirked into his bowl of oatmeal.
The peace of breakfast was shattered when the Owl Post arrived.
There on the front page of the Daily Prophet was a photograph of Severus and me kissing at Harry and Ginny's anniversary party. It had captured us at our most intimate. I was bent back over his arm, his mouth locked to mine, and my fingers clenched in passion around fistfuls of his hair. One of his hands cupped and kneaded my bum. We were devouring each other. At the last moment, before the photograph reset itself, we Apparated out of frame. Even Neville Longbottom would have been able to figure out what was about to happen between us. The headline read, "Unattractive War Hero and Former Death Eater Commit Act of Public Indecency."
The Great Hall burst into whispers and muffled snickers. I cast worried eyes to Snape. His shoulders tensed and bowed and his cheeks drain of color. He looked mortified. He looked… frightened.
"Severus," I whispered, appealing. His eyes remained glued to the animated photo of us snogging.
He shot to his feet and stalked off, his chair clattering to the ground behind him. He didn't spare me a glance. He just left, forcing me to face the stares of hundreds of students alone.
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