In the Darkness

!WARNING !
This chapter has explict sex scenes in it. Please do not read if you do not like this sort of thing.

Chapter 30

He had looked at her in disbelief. He could never deign that he wanted her, but he never thought that she would actually ever want to with him! She brought her face back in front of his, looking straight at him.

"Do you want me?"

"More than anything…"

"Do you want my body?" He looked away, almost ashamed to say yes. "Hey," she said, taking his face in her hands and bringing back so that he was looking at her. "Don't you dare be ashamed." She said softly. "Do you want me?" He paused.

"Yes." She looked at him with such intensity and passion that he thought that he wouldn't be able to look at her again. She kissed his lips again before whispering in his ear the words that she knew that he would need to hear. She wasn't making them up or lying when she said them.

"I want to give myself to you Severus Snape. I want you to have me, own me, completely and utterly. I want to belong to you, and no other. I want you to have my mind, my soul AND my body. I'm giving it to you." She whispered as she started to kiss his cheek, letting her lips travel downwards to his neck. She was unable to see that he had his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of been kissed, and revelling in what she had just said to him. Suddenly his eyes opened, and with such speed and agility he had picked her head up in his hands, sat up and was kissing her with everything that he had, and was matching it. Tongues dancing in an exotic fiery dance, lips moving together, not caring that they may possibly be bruising from the force of the kiss. His hands wound themselves in her hair, feeling the softness of it. Suddenly he tugged her head down, exposing in the creamy skin of her neck that he began to kiss all over. Hermione couldn't help but express a slight "Oh" at the sensation of been forced to move her neck, then the feeling of her neck been kissed caused a soft moan. He brought his face back to hers and kissed her lips again before suddenly pulling away, holding her head in his hands.

He wanted to ask her if she was sure that this was what she wanted. Was she aware of what she was doing, did she know of the beast that she would uncage should she continue this? Did she know that if she did give herself to him, she would become his, and no-one else's? He knew that his eyes exposed all the questions that words couldn't say with all the urgency that sound couldn't express, and she read it fully. She never flinched, never glanced away. Instead she poured everything that she was into his eyes, showing him everything that she was, her hopes, her fears, everything. She wanted him to own her. She wanted to give him everything that she was. And he knew it.

He stood from the sofa and offered her his hand so that she could follow. She took it, noticing how small her hand seemed in his, yet how it seemed to fit just so. She felt him feel the size of her hand in comparison to his own before he gently clutched it, stepping backwards; leading her towards what she could only presume was the bedroom. It seemed to change the mood slightly, in her mind she didn't want it to be planned, she wanted it to be spontaneous and almost in the heat of the moment. But this wasn't a spontaneous feeling. It was different, like a loving, giving, understanding mood. She stopped, and he turned to face her. She looked at him again and looked deep into his eyes, reading him. This wasn't just going to be sex. It wasn't any of the names that they all called it, all those that made it sound like a fun pastime. This seemed seriously. More deeper than they had all described it. Making love. He looked at her intensely and took a step towards her, his angel, and it was him this time that closed the gap and kissed her sweet lips. She felt her knees buckle, but was saved by the strong arms of her Severus Snape. Instead of pulling her towards him, he took her hand gently, leading her into his room again.

A single small candle lit the room, creating a sensual atmosphere. She looked around the room, marvelling at the colours and different textures. She turned back to him just in time to see his eyes follow up the contours of her body back to her face. He looked at her with so much. It felt right. Everything felt right. He brought his hand forward to lightly touch the soft skin of her arm, his fingers just touching so lightly. The other hand touched her other arm, and he let his gaze follow his hands as they slowly ran down her bare arms and over her material covered stomach. He brought his eyes back up to look at her, almost asking for permission as his hands curled underneath the material, softly touching her smooth skin, starting at the waist. He let his fingers curl around the bottom of her t shirt, slowly bringing it up over her chest and eventually, over her head. He waited for her head to show from underneath the t shirt as he pulled it off, gently letting it drop to the floor. He let his eyes graze over the sight in front of him, her skin looked so soft and smooth in the ambient light, the gentle rise and fall of the swell of her breasts from underneath her light pink bra was enchanting, her almost flat stomach was perfect in his eyes, although he knew she wouldn't like the slight extra bit of fat around her belly. Her doe brown eyes looked back into his when he eventually drew his gaze from her perfect form, waiting for him to say something. He merely brought his hand to her side, letting his fingers touch her waist ever so slightly, almost as if he didn't have permission to touch her and murmured "Perfect." In a tone that was barely audible.

Feeling useless, Hermione let her hands touch the centre of Severus's chest, her fingers slowly undoing the buttons on his black shirt. Her eyes left his chest for a moment to look back up at him, to see him looking down at her, an almost nervous, vulnerable expression on his features. She undid the last button, her hands moving underneath his shirt, pushing it up and over his pale shoulders, letting it fall lazily to the floor below him. He stood, waiting for her reaction, uncertain and ready to flinch and move quickly if necessary.

His torso was so pale, not as thin as she had imagined, but slim and surprisingly a little toned, the definition of his stomach muscles just visible. There was no hair, perhaps a little dusting over his shoulders, but that was all. He was pale, and littered with a few even paler faded scars. One across his right collarbone, one across his belly button, one heading diagonally from under his left breast, curving around his side, one that started just above the waist line, and obviously continued over his hidden hips, a large but very faded thick one that was an obvious slash to the stomach, then the smaller ones that were in random places. Her fingers lightly touched a few of them, feeling the slightly raised texture of them. She let her fingers follow the one on his collarbone, her fingers following the trail up to his shoulders, where she found more across his shoulders and top of his back. It felt like something similar to whip marks. She said nothing, though her eyes looked at his with a questioning as to who had done all of these? He looked at her but gave no answer. He looked so vulnerable. She simple lowered her head to lightly kiss the one on his right breast, giving him the sign that she did still want to carry on, and if he didn't want to ever tell her his stories, then she would never ask.

His fingers trailed across her smooth stomach, following the invisible line over her belly button to the waistband of her jeans. His eyes never left hers as his hands gently tugged them slowly down, revealing the top of her also light pink knickers, the small string curved around her hips. His hands moved to her waist where her jeans sat. His hands continued to pull her jeans, unzipping them to make it easier. When they had been removed, he cast them aside and raised himself to look at her perfect form in full. For a few moments he gazed at her, making her wonder what he was thinking. She was a goddess, by mind and body. She was amazing. He couldn't help but lower himself in front of her, bringing his hands around her so that they sat in the small of back as he lowered his head to gently kiss her stomach. He leaned his head against her, resting against her perfect form. She brought her hand up to stroke his head, not been able to see his face. He took a deep breath and looked up at her. She was about to kneel as well but he stopped her, carefully getting up, stroking her amazing soft body. He looked at her again as she let her hands move to the waist of his black pants, undoing the top button and unzipping them, pulling them down as far as she could before he offered his assistance by kicking them off. She smiled as they looked at each other. She wanted to look at him from the waist down, of course she did, but she didn't dare. Eventually she couldn't help but let her gaze stroll downwards, over his black boxers, down his slightly more hairy legs and back up again. As he brought his hand to her face, she noticed the dark mark that was burnt into his forearm. She looked straight back up at him, as he began to lower his hand, obviously ashamed about it. She brought her hand up to intertwine in his fingers, turning his arm over so that she could see it properly. She let her other hand touch it lightly, letting him know that she would never fully understand, but she accepted it.

She pulled him towards the bed, sitting down on it whilst looking up at him. She let go of his hand to move back on the bed, letting him lower himself on his hands and knees and crawl up to her. She began to lay back, so that he could lower himself onto her to kiss her. His hand once again exploring her body, his lips planting soft kisses on her neck, over her collarbone, and back up again. He felt her moan against him as his hands moved down to her breasts, fingers touching that delicious swell in such a way that it caused the most foreign yet brilliant sensations within Hermione, that seemed to set her body on fire, the feelings shooting straight downwards and forming as a fabulous tingling sensation between her legs. He drew his lips away from the kiss and let his hands slowly make their way around her back, letting her know that he wanted to take her bra off, but that she could stop him at any moment. He unhooked her bra, and brought the straps off her shoulders, moving the material away from her. He placed it off the bed and moved his gaze back to her beautiful form. He looked in awe at her small, pert breasts, the way they moved so perfectly. He brought his hands up and covered them, holding them before gently feeling them, moving his thumb over her already positively erect nipples. She gasped with pleasure, a sign for him to carry on. He lowered his mouth to one, taking the dark skin around the nipple in his mouth, his tongue circling it perfectly. Hermione couldn't repress the moans as she felt the tingling grow stronger, she began wrapping her hands in the covers and moving her legs against him. As his mouth moved to the other, he let his hands fondle with the other, causing the most amazing sensations within Hermione. He began kissing her stomach again, then travelled back up to her lips, kissing them passionately.

He lowered himself slightly, leaning on one arm so that the other hand could explore, his rough and calloused hand running down the length of her leg and back up again. He shifted his weight, his hand gently persuading her to open her legs. Hermione paused before replying, convinced that her knickers would now be wet, she almost felt stupid at what he might find, at what he might say or do… but she did all the same, and he gently laid in-between them, both hands now free to touch her gently. She felt the sensation grow stronger as his hand trailed up the inside of her thigh, carefully pulling her knickers down. His eyes never left hers; he was almost waiting for her to tell him to stop. But she never did. Not even when one finger gently slid inside her.

A small gasp and a little "Oh" sound was all he heard as she instinctively pushed herself against his touch, pushing his finger deeper inside her. His caress sent shivers and new sensations through her as he brought his head down to kiss and suck her breasts again.
Within a short time she couldn't repress her moans as he obviously brought her to her first climax.

She was suddenly blissfully aware of the arousal that was straining against his boxers. She opened her eyes to look at him, and without thinking her hands began to work at them, pulling them down gently. She heard him breath sharply as her hands passed over it. They slid down easily, though it seemed to take for hours, tormenting them both.

Her chocolate brown eyes widened as she felt him pressed hard against her leg. She was a virgin, and he seemed huge, there was no way that he would ever fit in…. there! Should briefly considered telling him, but then she risked him stopping because he didn't want to take her innocence, so decided against it. Would he be able to tell that she was a virgin? His hands rose and intertwined with hers, his weight now on top of her, his chest rising against hers, her legs curved over his calves. He looked at her for a final time, and with no hesitation, he slid himself into her.

Hermione let out a small cry of pain which was louder than she thought. He stopped and looked down at her, that damn unreadable expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" She asked quietly.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked simply and unexpectantly. She didn't know what to say.

"I… I was…" She whispered. He closed his eyes that look of disgust creeping back over his features. "Why, what is it? Please tell me…"

"My God." He whispered. He was going to stop, she knew it.

"No, don't stop!" She pleaded, wrapping her legs around his waist, wincing as she felt him go deeper within her. He opened his eyes, staring at her with confusion. She wrapper her arms around his neck, pulling him back down to her for another kiss. It was only brief, for he pulled away quickly.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I… I cannot take your innocence…" His voice trailed. "Let me go." He said sternly. She said nothing, only raised her hips against his, moving gently against him. He closed his eyes and tried to resist the pleasure that she was giving him, yet he found his hips moving with hers despite his best efforts. She whispered into his ear.

"You're not taking it. I'm giving you it."

He looked into her eyes again, and finally gave in, kissing her deeply.

Their bodies moved together in an awesome rhythm. She had moaned his name as the pain lessened but still didn't fully go, and that alone had almost brought him to climax. He loved the way that he felt inside her, the way that there bodies responded together. He pushed himself deep inside her, hips moving together. He could feel himself growing stiffer and harder with each entangled thrust. He rocked his hips against her, caressing her own swollen nub with his pelvis, knowing he could bring her more pleasure by doing this.

Hermione bucked her hips with his thrusts and could feel that overwhelming warmth building in her again; but this time, it was even more powerful. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails beginning to scratch into his back Severus threw his head back and let out a guttural growl; he arched into her once last time, hard and deep, and felt her vaginal muscles hugging him as she reached her peak. He let go of his orgasm, as his entire body shuddered from the strength of it.

They held each other for what seemed to be a lifetime of pure bliss. Hermione didn't want to ever let him go, however much it had hurt at first she felt so right, being here underneath him, feeling their hearts beating against each other. She kissed his cheek and ran her fingers through his tousled hair.

"Severus, Severus… I think that I love you…" She confessed. He looked at her.

"I know that I love you. I knew it ever since I heard you sing." He said simply back to her. She just looked at him, amazed at what he had just said, feeling him pull himself out of her so that he could lay beside her. She fell asleep a few minutes later, within his arms. He lay there, not believing himself what he had said. He did love her, with everything that he was. Her naked body was wrapped around his own, and for the first time, he fell into a perfectly silent, calm sleep in the darkness.

Ok, I really wasn't sure about this... I can't exactly write from experience if you get my gist... Please tell me how it was, it's my first ever love scene... thank you!