Disclaimer: These characters belong to an author we all know and love. I own nothing.

Note: Alright I guess it's this week long business trip away from hubby that has be in such a dirty minded mood, though it was the perfect mood to write this chapter. I hope you like it, again I am dabbling in how to write sex scenes/rough sex scenes. In 2 chapters we should have this wrapped up and my 'test' ficlet over.

Warning: Sexual scene going into slightly perverse. Light BDSM.

Proving it

Prove it, those two simple words could mean anything to anybody and yet, Hermione knew she needed to be cautious. Proving her intentions to Severus Snape would have more subtext than just sex. Certainly that was part of it, but his command was striking in its simplicity and overwhelming in its requirements. He released her hair from his fist with a bit of a shove, making her fall to her knees on the low lying bed in his tent. Hermione turned toward her captor, seating herself at the edge of the bed and motioned he turn around, putting his back to her. Trust. Trust has to be proven, she told herself. He turned his bare back to her, his muscles visible even though it was mostly covered in blood. She stood so as to be right behind him and gently ran her smooth fingertips over his shoulders, down his back to his waist. Playfully she removed his belt, pants and underwear, careful not to make any fast movements.

Pulling him back a step she sat on the bed and guided him to sit between her legs. Then pressing her breasts gently to his back she allowed her fingers to slowly trail over his neck, taking their own unique journeys over the muscles of his chest and shoulders, down over his ribcage, teasing his belly button before finally finding their way between his legs. She smiled into his back to find that his manhood was more than ample to please her. Teasing him with her right hand, moving it slowly yet firmly along his length, she began the slow task of healing his open wounds with her left hand. Mixing pain with pleasure, the sting of healing with the softness of a woman's touch.

Severus exhaled deeply when she began to run her fingers over his back where her whip had opened his flesh. It was so sensitive here that her slender fingers running over them, mixed with her warm breath on his back muttering the healing charms – then her firm sure strokes on his cock – made Severus grip the edge of his bed intently. He allowed his eyes to roll back in his head as she massaged his foreskin gently over his swelling head, She certainly knows how to atone, he thought.

Once his wounds had sealed and he was amply hard, she began to kiss his shoulders. Desire. Desire has to be proven, she reminded herself. It was with that thought that she bit him on the shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to have him turn quickly, a wild lustful look in his eye, and force her down on her back roughly by her shoulders. She knew better than to challenge him now, even in such an intimate moment she could tell he was equally capable of both passion and cruelty – it was his passion she wanted, she had had enough of his cruelty over the years to fill a lifetime. Though she couldn't stifle her flinch when he ran his teeth over her jugular, wondering if he was teasing or testing her. Severus grinned at her little reaction, pleased she still had a healthy regard for him though their battle could have been considered a draw.

She was submitting to him, something not easy for such a powerful witch, and Severus intended to test her to the fullest. She had already proven herself worthy of all the rumors that surrounded her, this would give even more weight to how she figured into his plans. . . . though he wasn't sure if she was playing her own game as well. No matter, I'll deal with that soon enough. Now he was intensely focused on the young lady lying underneath him, smears of his blood on her chest. He licked her between the breasts and down, savoring the unique flavor of his blood and her sweat. Then dragging his callused fingertips over her shoulders he brought them to her nipples, pinching them hard between his thumb and forefinger, enough to elicit a cry of pain from the young lady as she gripped his forearms. He released them, blowing cold air on the now sensitive buds of her breasts, savoring the sound of her increased pleasure. Well well Miss Granger looks like we're going to have a fun little evening, he mused.

Hermione bucked her hips in response to the growing heat between her legs. She enjoyed rough sexual play, but never had she done it with a man she feared, this only served to heighten the sensation and the sense of urgency she had to take him inside her. His face hovered above hers, observing her next move, rubbing himself against her wetness –winding her up. "Show me how much you want me." He whispered to her, not able to shake the headiness from his voice.

Her internal smile broadened, I can play this game – I even enjoy it in the right company. She began to return his rubbing, allowing the pleasure flowing through her body to take control. She attempted to grip his hips with her hands, but he collected her wrists and jerked them over her head on the bed. She moaned opening her big brown eyes wide, "Severus please. . . I need it, please." A devilish smile played across her lips.

He fed off those words; it had been so long that a woman of genuine interest to him had said those words. Of course he had asked her to say them, but he could see the truth in them. . . the way her breath hitched when he rubbed his bulging head across her clit, the way she looked at him. She did want him, now he would see how much. At her invitation he rolled her over, keeping her chest flat on the bed but pulling up her bum so he could admire it. Lubricating himself and running a finger lazily between her folds, he entered her swiftly – eliciting a gasp from his partner. Hermione grabbed the furs on the bed and whipped her head back. Confirming that he was indeed ample enough to please her. She liked his presumptuous rough approach, her mind shifting to her still tender nipples. "Harder. . . ." she gasped again, "Give it to me harder."

At that Severus continued taking her from behind with reckless abandon. He had not intended to be that rough with her, but who was he to go against a lady's wishes? He also found it amusing that she would make him work so hard for it, then wiped a line of sweat from his brow. He bent over her, reaching underneath and squeezing her breasts, taking in her scent from behind her ear. Severus kissed her around her ear, his tenderness standing out in contrast to their rough coupling. Her moaning was driving him insane, as was the tensing of her back muscles every time he took her. Whether it was the growing raggedness of her breath or the unintentional clenching of her vaginal muscles that clued him into her impending orgasm he couldn't be sure. Dipping his finger into their combined wetness he began to rub her sensitive nub of nerves with his fingers, as if he were playing a fine instrument. In the end it was a well timed and spank that elicited her screams.

Blackness almost overtook her when she let out her rough orgasm, sweat rolling down her neck and back. Hermione took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her body – her nipples still ached sweetly as did the spot of his spank. When she opened her eyes Severus was reclining, his upper body propped up by some pillows behind him, a cheeky grin on his face. He grabbed himself at the base and raised an eyebrow to her, "I meant what I said earlier about my cock."

She snorted at this, but grinned despite herself, Cocky bastard. Hermione made her way to him settling between his legs. She took just half of him into her mouth, testing the taste. Her sweetness mixed with his saltiness was excellent. Soon she was taking him in almost completely, pumping him in combination with her sucking – being sure to make it sound sloppy. Severus' moans confirmed she had made the right choice. Him gripping her hair and pushing her down further confirmed his statement from before regarding the choking bit. Coughing slightly and removing a tear that had formed in her eye from the deep penetration he had caused, she looked up to catch a satisfied look cross his face, a pang of male pride that had not been meant for her to see. The next time she did it of her own volition, taking him all and not forgetting to run her teeth over him as she did so.

It was becoming too much, she would break him soon. Once she released him from her mouth her took her by the chin, making eye contact with her. Her eyes are indeed striking, he thought to himself as he motioned her come to him. Taking very little time he entered her again, bucking her wildly and taking enjoyment from watching her breasts and flowing mane bounce to his movements. She had become quite a unique creature, one he was not apt to let slip through his fingers. Severus could feel the telltale signs of his impending release, the clenching of his balls as he came closer. Within an instant he flipped her on her back one hand resting near her head, moving within her only a few more times before pulling out. Using his other hand he worked himself just twice before her hand flew to his throat, gripping it tightly increasing the pleasure of his release by depriving him of oxygen. He saw colors, stars, could barely catch himself from falling over on her as his body relaxed. What was that? He rolled off and turned his eyes to her, his seed released artfully over her breasts and stomach, she absent-mindedly dipping her finger in it and bringing it to her lips.

Severus rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling of his tent, trying to get his breathing back to normal. There were many things that could have happened that night, but sex to this extent had not crossed his mind. He closed his eyes for a few moments, truly enjoying what had just occurred and for once he allowed his mind to drift. It was the clinking of tumblers that brought him back to reality as Hermione made her way to the bed, handing him a healthy glass of fire whisky and keeping one for herself. She slipped under the furs and threw one over him, careful to keep a close yet comfortable distance from him. Taking a sip Severus turned his attention back to Hermione, "If your true mission was to fuck me senseless and leave me wanting for more, I dare say you achieved it." There was a dry humor to his voice.

She took a sip of her own glass and looked him over. "No."

"Well by all means Miss Granger please continue, you have my full and undivided attention."

Hermione picked an ice cube from her glass and sucked the fire whiskey off of it; it was buying her time so she could consider how to begin her request.