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Severus' lips brushed hers, slow and sure, and she opened her mouth to him, wanting more. In truth, wanting everything. Tasting him as he tasted her. No rush, no grabbing and squeezing. Simply the delicious ease of lips and tongues…and yet it was different.

His arms, his chest, the increasing tangle of his long legs with hers, the brush of fine hair against her smooth skin was so…so sexual it throbbed through her flesh. But it didn't scare her. She trusted him. He would not push her.

That thought -his care, his consideration- broke a hot little sigh from her and Severus pulled back. He blinked and belatedly lifted an eyebrow. Dipped in shadow from the soft light above them, his dark eyes were half-lidded, his high cheeks flushed pink and his hair tousled. Hermione groaned. She'd helped to do all of that…

"Hermione…?"

She stroked his jaw, the skin smooth, tracing over the hard angle to the heat of his cheek. She drew a finger along the strong curve of his eyebrow and pressed her lips together, her pulse thudding. Merlin... She should not be so turned on by touching his bloody eyebrow. But she was. It was him. His signature. And he was allowing her to explore him. Her smile was half laughter. "This is right, isn't it? Us. Here. Together."

For a moment, he was silent and the strain of answering was there under her fingers. "Yes." His soft admission warmed through her. "I never," his lips thinned and he let out a slow breath, "I never…allowed myself to believe my interest would be returned."

Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair and eased his mouth down to taste his lips, diminishing their tension in a slow, slow kiss. "I think it's time to prove your theory."

"You…?"

His words faded as she vanished her bra with a swift spell. Her taut nipples brushed the hot skin of his chest and a jagged line of electricity coursed her flesh. She gasped and fisted her fingers in his hair. "Sweet Merlin!"

His smile was sly. "I'll teach you my charm if you teach me yours."

Laughter broke from her and her mouth sought his, the delicious friction of their skin deepening the growing need in her flesh. Right, so right.

He pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw and she shivered, her body twitching.

"I'll go slow," he murmured, his voice and breath mixing on her skin. "Taste you. Here," his lips brushed the side of her neck as he pushed the tangle of hair from his path, "and here." He kissed her earlobe and she shuddered. "So sensitive there, aren't you, my sweet?" The words burned and her thoughts spun. "Another time –because I want to kiss all of you now— I will see if I can make you come just from this…"

He teased this tongue over the shell of ear and Hermione moaned. The tension in her flesh arched her against him, and her legs tightened around his strong, lean thigh, gripping it, wanting him to satisfy her pulsing ache.

Severus eased her onto her back and his mouth found the curve of her shoulder. Hermione pushed her trembling fingers through the inky blackness of his cool hair and fought to breathe, to think. Too much. And not enough.

His body brushed against hers, tantalising, hints of it against her aching nipples, against her belly. She needed to find more of him, his skin, his heat, his touch...and a cry pulled from her as he licked a line down her breast bone. "Cheating," she gasped. "Not a kiss."

He looked up at her, his eyes sharp and hot. "Of course, you're right." He pressed a kiss and then another, retracing his path, the heated hint of his tongue tasting her skin.

Damn him, and damn herself for bringing it up, because this was worse. Or better. She didn't know. Couldn't tell. Her thoughts were lost, spinning. The hot, aching coil of need tightened low within her belly, her whole body teetering on the edge. She fought it. Not yet. Gods, not yet.

His sure mouth found her nipple and she mewled. His tongue flicked, a sweet, sweet pleasure-pain almost dizzying her.

"Severus, please…"

He kissed the underside of her breast making her squeak at the loss of his hot mouth on her nipple and the unexpected pleasure of a new kiss. "Not yet, Madam Snape." He pressed a kiss to her stomach, his cool hair brushing her breasts and the shock of it arched her into his touch.

He growled words above her navel and her breath hitched. He was going lower, so much lower than she thought he would…but it was right. Right. And her pulse rioted. Wait, that'd been a question… "What?"

He smiled against her skin and her heart turned over. "Is it me, Hermione?" He looked up, gold and shadows playing over his stark face. "The strength of your reaction when I do this?" He licked the edge of her navel and she bucked under him. His large hands caught her hips and she moaned. "Tell me."

"Yes. You."

He'd reduced her to single words. Did she care? No. Her much-vaunted brain, in that exact moment, was overrated. Not when she could lose herself in pure pleasure with the most perfect man.

"Good," he murmured and his fingers teased at the edge of her knickers. "Should I go lower, Madam Snape? Prove my theory to you? I do prefer to be thorough."

Hermione wet her dried lips. "Yes." How was he able to talk? To bloody tease her? How did he have so much self control? She half glared at him. "Please!"

He lifted that damnable eyebrow and had the gall to smirk at her as he pulled her knickers down over her thighs. He threw them over his shoulder with a grin, and resettled between her now open legs. His hands found her hips again. His lips twitched and his mouth dipped so close to her mons his breath stirred her skin. The tip of his tongue touched his upper lip, a quick and tormenting lick. "Does my new wife wish to come, perhaps?"

Oh dear gods and their little demon friends. Any break in the tension of her flesh vanished. No wizard should be allowed to be so delightfully wicked. And he was hers. Completely hers. "Please, Severus…"

He kissed her.

Hermione fisted the sheets and panted. There was only, only, his lips, his tongue and the gentle, but nerve-straining graze of his teeth. Dear gods… Words babbled from her as Severus Snape completely broke his know-it-all. And she was his. His.

His hands found her thighs and spread her like a feast before him. Hermione moaned. She couldn't hold out against the teasing, rhythmic stroke of his thumbs over the creases of her legs, his hotly talented mouth, and his low, satisfied groans. The vibrations…

"Come for me, my delicious little wife."

His words caught her breath tight in her chest, her body straining on the edge of pleasure. Almost… His lips moved against her, breath teasing… Severus found her clitoris and…flicked.

Hermione arched against him, tearing at the sheets. A strangled cry broke from her as golden fire flashed over her skin, her muscles. Joy. Absolute joy flooded her and she whimpered, her eyes crushed shut and she panted out…until she found herself wrapped in strong, tight arms. She eased down, her wild heart finally, finally slowing. Sagging against him, she wiped at her face. Her fingers trembled. She'd climaxed so hard she'd cried?

Severus kissed her eyelids and pressed her face to his chest again. More kisses found her hair. "You're so beautiful when you come, Hermione."

Her thoughts ran around and around, caught in bliss. Everything with Severus was so...right. But what if...? What if Ron hadn't pointed out Mrs Weasley's subterfuge? If the Wizengamot hadn't gone completely insane in bringing in their Marriage Law? If Severus had succumbed to that hated snake on the floor of the Shrieking Shack…?

Her throat tightened, her emotions churning. She wouldn't be in this bed. With him. Have her future spreading out in perfect wonder before her... "I might have missed this. Missed you." She looked up at him and brushed still-shaking fingers over his cheek. "It will be love one day soon, won't it, Severus?"

"Oh my lovely girl." His eyes shone and she thought she saw the brightness of his soul there for a moment, golden and pure. "Soon. Very soon."

Hermione let out a long, cleansing breath and wiped at her tears. Slowly, so slowly, her thoughts settled and she found sanity again. Who knew Severus Snape's clever tongue could completely undo her? Her laughter was wry and aimed at herself. "What a good orgasm will do to a girl."

His smile was soft, almost indulgent. "Simply a satisfactory release of tension."

He hadn't laughed at her or derided her for her moment of pleasure induced madness. Oh, she did very much like this new Severus Snape.

"A release of tension?" She lifted an eyebrow. "In that case…" She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue, light and musky. He groaned, drawing her hard against him and another spark of need flashed through her flesh. She really couldn't get enough of him. "Make love to me."

His forehead dropped to hers, his whole body tensed. "Are you certain?"

"Absolutely."

He accio'd his wand and it slipped between a gap in the damask curtains. Leaning away from her, he dipped the cool tip of his wand to her mons and murmured a contraceptive spell. Silver light flared and a trickle of power seeped into her flesh. He dropped his wand over the edge of the bed. "I may want to fill this house with children, but not today."

And then his mouth found hers again, hotter, more urgent and she met his passion. Gods, this wizard…

His long fingers stroked between her legs, skirting her over-sensitive clitoris, and teased lower. She hissed, freezing at the quick bite of pain as a single finger pushed into her.

He murmured his apologies and his lips found her ear, the sudden rush of pleasure making her forget everything else. "I never thought…" He groaned and Hermione closed her eyes, the ripple of his voice bringing fresh heat, fresh want. "Only last week. You were standing at the sitting room window. In your blue sundress. Arms bare. Morning light making the thin material deliciously translucent…"

She hadn't seen him that day. But she remembered that moment. Staring down onto parched grass in the square, thinking solely of him. Another hot and forbidden dream had sent her fingers between her legs and the echoes of her release had still teased her… As he touched her now. She sucked in a breath as his finger curled. She clutched at his shoulders. "What is that?"

"What…this?" And he stroked her again.

She gasped and curved away and into his touch. And again. She fought to breathe, her body wound tight in mere heartbeats. There… She could practically taste her orgasm.

Severus gave her a dark grin and added a second finger.

"Sweet Circe and her little piglets!" The curse ripped from her.

His rich, warm laughter rolled through her, mixing with...that. Whatever it… Gods, that's what it was; he'd found her G-spot in one go... Clever, clever man. Oh, she was keeping him. She- Another perfect stroke. Hermione stopped breathing. Fuck...

It was enough. Enough to send her flesh, her mind careening into their exquisite release. Fire and light exploded over her senses. She shook, grabbed at him and somewhere, somewhere in the brilliant maelstrom, a tightness. A pain. But not—

Her breath caught, her chest constricting. Gods, gods, Severus was inside her.

Hermione stared into his midnight eyes, her lips parted, her fingers shaking against his shoulders. The tension she found in him there, fine, tight tremors straining him. He was fighting everything with everything he had to remain still. For her.

And it was a strange fullness. Not painful, but... She squeezed experimentally and Severus swore.

"Don't…" His mouth pinched. "Don't do that. Please."

She pecked a kiss to his lips and let her hands slip over his shoulders in a nerve-tingling slide down the contours of his back. He arched against her touch, almost feline, and she squeezed around him. He groaned again, something low and almost pained. "That day, in Grimmauld Place?" She kept her voice low and soft, determined to pay him back for the delicious torture of his own words. "You saw me not half an hour after I'd used you to come."

His hips flexed and Hermione gasped. His gaze held her, something dark and fierce. And sure. So sure. "Were you still aroused?"

Oh, he'd found his self-control just as she was losing hers. "Yes." Another thrust and a slide of his hips that danced sparks across her eyes. "I would've…"

"I wanted to slide my fingers into you. And lick them clean."

She could almost see it, feel it. The sudden press of him behind her. Her gasp. The inch of her dress up her bare thighs, and those, long, clever fingers finding her already so wet for him… Gods, she adored this. As he ravished her body and her mind.

She met his hot, obsidian gaze. "Would you take me there?" She tunnelled her fingers through his hair, dragging him closer. Her lips brushed his ear and her voice dropped to little more than a whisper. "No one would see us, Severus. All alone. So easy, to push my knickers aside—"

He growled and wrapped her his arms, driving himself into her. She arched against him and met his second thrust. "I'll have you just like that." He burned the promise into her skin. "Fuck you till you scream."

"Yes…"

She clung to him now, moving with him, faster, harder. The slip-slide of their hot, sweat-dampened skin, his breath quickening against her ear. Stroking into her. More. Gods… Gods… She was about to come again and there, on the edge of her flesh, on the edge of her mind. There—

Golden fire exploded over her, taking her body, her mind and… Severus? With her, his thoughts, his magic wrapped around and through hers, blending, intensifying…as she touched him. Pura Concursum. Holding them, fixing pleasure and power, driving it in wild, overwhelming waves to smash over them. Again. And again.

Dear gods, he, they were so beautiful…

She crashed back into her own body and groaning, Severus flopped onto bed beside her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a string of soft curses. Soft laughter finally found him.

"Satisfied, my wife?"

She laughed and snuggled against his side. He lifted his arm and she wriggled again to press herself against the long, delicious length of his hot, naked body. "Oh yes. That was a lovely introduction to sex."

He opened one, glaring eye. "Introduction?"

Hermione smirked at him, her fingers slipped through the trail of hair that led to his still hard and glistening cock. She didn't feel brave enough to stroke it, not yet. But she would. And soon. "I want to know –and do— everything…"

Severus let out a long, put upon sigh and stroked his hand over his cock. "Should I begin brewing stamina potions, Madam Snape?"

A curl of heat warmed her belly. He'd conditioned her already to that name. Evil man. "If you think it's needed…?"

He growled at her and before she could blink, he had her on her back, her wrists clasped loosely above her head in one strong hand. His cock teased her and she wriggled, grinning up at his scowl.

Her thoughts turned back to the…blending of their release. "Will that happen every time?"

Severus grinned at her, something sharp and hot. He lifted an eyebrow. Merlin, in that minute, he was gorgeous. "Should we find out?"

"An in depth scientific study?"

He teased his fingers across the curve of her hip, then slipping them between their bodies... She squeaked and his low laugh rippled over her skin. "Ah, the joys of a scholarly wife…"

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