A/N: Random urge to write, kinda fell back in love with this plot so yay new chapter!

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One episode flowed into another. And another. And then another. Slowly but surely the bowl full of crisps dwindled down to nothing and yet, Severus was still here. Still in Hermione's flat.

Why was he still here?

Because he didn't want to leave. That was the crux of it. And as long as he didn't overstay his welcome then he'd soak up this moment for as long as he could. "Severus…" a soft, cloying voice in his ear called. God, was he losing it or did that sound like a moan? He turned his head slowly, peeling his eyes away from the screen. He gasped when he saw those gorgeous golden brown orbs staring intently back up at him. This felt like a repeat of their earlier moments. But this time…would there be any interruptions? Anything to prevent their drifting faces from finally colliding? From finally reaching that all too important pinnacle?

The answer was no.

He was unaware of who actually started it. Sure she may have captured his attention but he sealed the deal. As their lips touched he felt the words scrawled along his thigh tingle. He shivered, deepening the kiss with the subtle tracing of her bottom lip with his tongue. Her answering moan was so sweet. She opened up to him like a flower bud. Not rushing, but extremely willing. His arms tightened around her waist as their tongues mated, the heat and passion between them consuming them both. He groaned and she shuddered in his embrace before moving to straddle him. The plush sofa started to sink and mold around them. Just like she was sinking down onto his tented pants. "Severus…"

There it was again, that moaning. Somehow breathy and decadent all at once. She had hardly uttered it completely before her lips were back on his. Tongue questing to taste and tease his own. He could scarcely believe it and yet, his tattoo flared gently as if to remind him of just who was in his lap. It was his soulmate. His Hermione. Still, this was all rather sudden. And yet, he supposed that it was always building up to this; wasn't it? The witch's dainty fingers in his hair, massaging his nape, tugging slightly at his inky black tresses. There was need there, but also desire. She wanted him. It was like she yearned for this as much as he did. That thought set his heart ablaze.

The kiss ended almost as quickly as it started, the two of them panting loudly. Chests heaving, foreheads leaning against each other's wearily. "Amazing," he murmured, earning a giggle from the witch in his lap.

"Indeed you are," she teased, pecking his lips. At that, his brows arched up incredibly high as he stared at her. His expression must've been hilarious because she kept giggling. Eventually she took pity on him, smiling a warm smile that did wonders to his heart and said, "You're daft if you don't think I find you amazing Severus. I've admired you for years," she stressed.

His throat dried. "M-My….intellect?"

She nodded and then almost distractedly pried away his hand from her arse and started kissing his fingers, "And these. You can't imagine what I've imagined…" At this, his other hand that had been at her side, flexed. "You move with such grace. Each action is quite….deliberate. What's it like to live with such intensity?" She was licking his fingers now, a shaky breath slipping from his mouth as he watched her. Those golden eyes of hers were molten, and now he was wondering how she handled her own intensity. Snape wanted to speak, but Hermione was continuing. "You can walk into a room and command attention, respect and even fear without uttering a single word," she praised, her hips grinding down on his ever stiffening cock. "Such presence. Such power. And that damned sexy smirk of yours."

And now he was smirking, his dark eyes glittering with lust and appreciation. No one had ever admitted to admiring him so openly and in so many ways. And then she started to suck on his fingers, the tugging feeling traveling straight to his loins. "Fuck," he gasped darkly, snatching away his hands so he could plunder her mouth with his tongue once more. Hermione surrendered readily, moaning and rocking against him insistently. Her hands clutching at his silken ebony strands. "Let me tell you what I've admired about you over the years," Severus finally managed after a minute or two of their heated kissing.

"My intellect?" She teased, but he could sense the shadow behind her words.

"You are more than just a brain to me, Hermione."

She beamed at him then, the hands that were now at his shoulders were clenching desperately. "Tell me," she whispered.

"This hair of yours for one thing," and his smirk deepened as he noted the surprise on her face. "It coils and unfurls at will, almost as if alive. Like Devil's Snare. Yet it manages to look incredibly soft. But strong. Strong enough for me to take a fistful of it," and here, he proceeded to do just that, "And yank hard— You've no idea what I've imagined…." And when she shuddered he chuckled, releasing her curls. "You're compassionate too. It's something those around you take for granted. They acknowledge how much they lean on you for your brain but where would your friends be without your heart as well? You're so kind, Hermione. You place so much intentionality behind every action…. You even forgave Draco of all people and coddled him nearly as much as Potter and Weasley."

Now she was blushing and he couldn't stop himself from chasing that rosy flush down her neck with his tongue. Now it was her turn to gasp. "And you are powerful too," Severus tacked on even as he continued to sample the skin on her throat. "Don't think I've missed the subtle wandless magic unbuckling my pants just now." A guilty giggle and another gasp as he pressed her onto his erection. "Such talent. Such finesse…"

"Please Severus, make love to me," Hermione finally begged and it was like a dream coming true. He kissed her again, raising her up from his lap and proceeded to carry her bridal style towards her bedroom.

"Oh, but I thought we'd—"

"Next time," Severus growled, knowing that he'd wanted to pound her into that damned couch as well, but he wanted their first time to be in a bed.

"Promise?" She questioned cheekily and he swatted her bum playfully as they crossed the threshold into her bedroom.