One Night Is Not Enough by KMuggle
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Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews! I am so delighted with how this story is turning out. I've got one more chapter after this one! Thanks again for reading my crazy musings. Enjoy!
Severus woke up to an empty bed and sheets that smelled so sweetly of carnal completion. Rolling onto his stomach, he inhaled the distinct scent of Hermione Granger. Knowing that he was going to be late for breakfast, he enjoyed what he could before heading downstairs.
Eyes closed, he remembered the smell of her skin, the feel of her lips on his. Never a big fan of snogging, he could write sonnets in honour of her lips. His absence would raise more questions than he wanted to deal with, so Severus rolled out of bed and took a quick shower before heading to breakfast.
This time they didn't sit next to each other. Playing it cool, Hermione sat next to Tonks, chatting away as if the two never got to know each other more than biblically hours earlier. She began to smile again he noticed as he tried not to make his observation of her obvious.
He admired her coolness given the situation. Severus always saw her as a bit of a shrew, one that was rather shy and inexperienced when it came to pleasures of the flesh. She completely exceeded his expectations. Looking at the breakfast hash on his plate, he knew that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
There was no way that, of all people, Hermione Granger would be the woman who had a passion that could start and maybe even end a war. He immediately flashed back to the two of them and their one night together. The way she slowly removed her clothing, meticulous in nature, under the inspection of her professor. Unbuttoning her blouse, Severus was surprised to see maroon silk touching her skin. He wished for her to confess that it was for him, but he didn't dare hope.
His next memory was of her taking the lead, removing his own clothing as he continued to rest on the bed, almost waiting for him to deny her, come to his senses for the both of them, or just tell her that he could never get aroused by a woman such as her. He could hear her breathing, the nerves in her body on fire, as she continued to remove the layers of his own psyche.
After removing his clothes, she stepped away from him. With a look on her face that showed apprehension, Severus was afraid that she finally realized what they were about to do.
"Don't go!" Severus whispered desperately, grabbing her hand. "We don't have to do anything. I just don't want to be alone tonight."
"I'm not going anywhere." Hermione whispered as she directed his hand to her knickers. Letting him feel the fabric of one of her final pieces of clothing, she released his hand. Looking up into her eyes, Severus dared to touch her in her most intimate spot. Even through her knickers, his touch had an effect on her as she closed her eyes and reminded herself to breathe.
Leaning her head back slightly, Hermione realized that she had never been so open to another. Yes, she had sex before, but not with someone who could so easily enchant her. Still standing in front of him, she could the fabric barrier to her sex being pushed into her. Placing her hand on his, she showed him how she liked to be touched.
He then remembered their conversation earlier that evening. As he watched her, he knew that he would fulfill his promise of making her come by anything other than a hand.
"Come to me." Severus whispered. "Come closer."
As he watched her move towards him, Severus slid his fingers into the beautiful silk and slowly removed her knickers. Next, he removed the matching bra in a slow, yet respectful pace. Not wanting to ruin such fine pieces of work, he tossed them aside as he observed her naked form.
Touching her stomach, he pulled her closer to him as he softly rubbed his cheeks on her belly. It was as if he had to remind himself that she was giving herself to him, even if it was only for one night. Hermione remained silent as she watched him. Amazed by his softness, she rubbed her fingers in his hair, hoping it would comfort him in his time of need.
Removing one hand, Hermione moved it down to her own aching need. Touching herself, she wanted him to watch her.
"Please don't." Severus implored, removing her hand. "I recall a vow I made to you a few hours ago. I intend to follow through on it." Severus said as he began to kiss her breasts, his hand lightly touching her sex. He knew she was on fire; he could smell it, and he couldn't wait to taste it.
Wanting to wait, but knowing that he couldn't, Severus slowly inserted a finger into her tight passage. He was right – she wasn't very vocal when it came to voicing her pleasure. He wanted to see how far he could touch her until a silencing charm would be needed on the room. Completely under her spell, he watched as she tried to keep her eyes on him, but there were moments where she couldn't. Her neck was splendid. Her neck was divine. Picking up the pace of his finger, he knew that she was close to pleasure and close to collapsing into his arms.
Opening his legs, hoping she would get the message to step even closer to him, she obliged his silent request as her breathing grew more ragged. Gripping his head to her body, his eyes still on her as his finger moved a bit more quickly. She tried to keep her eyes on his, but she couldn't. Leaning her head back, she heard her professor whisper,
"You can fall…" She knew he wasn't talking about physically falling as she was punched with an orgasm. Still basking in the afterglow of her pleasure, she didn't feel her professor gently cradle her to him and place her on his bed.
Giving her a few moments to catch her breath, Severus wordlessly cast the silencing charm on the room as he observed her.
"I couldn't resist." He added as he ran his fingers over her flesh, marking her with her own essence.
"Severus, would you like more tea?" Someone asked.
Slightly angered, but secretly thankful, that he was pulled out of his flashback, Severus refused a refill. Knowing that his breakfast was now cold, he began to pick at it, hoping that his behavior would not be unusual. Hearing Hermione laugh, he looked in her direction, jealous that she was having a chat with Tonks.
Focusing on his food, Severus couldn't help but continue to recall their time together.
"I won't be offended if you wish to stop." Severus whispered as he crawled towards Hermione on the bed.
"I'll be offended if you do." She responded, drawing his lips to hers as she let her hands roam over his flesh.
"Your flesh is remarkable." Hermione added as her fingers spent extra time on his scars. Feeling his lips begin to explore her own body, Hermione arched into him. She felt as if she were being burned alive with a lust that she never wanted to end.
Severus made good on his promise as his head met hers.
"Open yourself to me." He softly demanded.
Not daring to deny him, Hermione felt his tongue enter her as she bit into her hand, hoping it would mute her moans. Holding her hips down, Severus felt her hand in his hair, pulling and pushing him to stay at the same time.
"Baise moi." Hermione whispered. Severus still didn't know what that meant, and was too busy to mutter a translation spell.
Knowing that he had to see her, he had to see her reaction to him, he removed his tongue and inserted his finger into her. In awe at what he saw, the pain in her face at such a rapture, he knew that if she didn't stop biting her hand there would be marks to explain in the morning.
Slowing down his pace, he removed her hand to truly see her face. Her eyes pleaded with him; he met his lips with hers, slowly pulling her kiss into his. He imagined what it would be like to experience such wonder every night. He imagined what it would be like just to lie in bed with her after a busy day of potion brewing. He imagined too much.
"It's okay." He whispered into her lips as his finger continued to explore her.
She wanted to speak; she wanted to say something, but she couldn't come up with the words. Noticing her professor's face lowering down her torso, he continued to make his way to her core. Feeling his tongue enter her again, only then could she vocalize how he made her feel.
Severus had to get her off. He couldn't take hearing her strangled moans, but at the same time, he would lick at her folds all night if she continued to make such sweet sounds. Feeling her fingers, once again, in his hair, he didn't realize how desperate he was for her touch, her approval.
Watching her chest continue to arch, her body so responsive to his actions, he knew it was time to make due on his promise to her. As his tongue moved more quickly, it didn't take long for Hermione to break. Hearing her cries nearly made him come.
Knowing that she needed a brief rest, he kissed his way up her body until he found her mouth. She couldn't breathe through her nose, her chest continued to rise and fall. The two couldn't say anything to each other.
"I forgot to ask you a question earlier." Hermione asked.
"Ask away." Severus said.
"How do I taste?"
Immediately feeling his cock come to attention, he knew that she noticed it pressing into her.
"Let me show you." Severus said as he kissed her.
Shaken out of his second flashback, Severus knew it was her laughter that continued to taunt him. Feeling the need to see her, even if it was only for a fraction of a second, he looked right at her. She was now talking to one of the older Weasley's. Trying not to let his jealously show, it was if she read his mind when she looked right at him and gave him a knowing smile. It communicated a simple message to him: you're worrying over nothing. She then focused her full attention to the Weasley.
That was her - she was the woman who brought out such possessiveness in him. She was the woman who took control when he needed it. Smirking to himself as he remembered the way she looked as she slowly rode him, his hand touching a breast, knowing that it somehow kept him grounded. She grabbed his hand, continuing to look in his eyes, and one at a time placed a digit of his hand in her mouth. If it felt that good to have her tongue on his fingers, then he didn't know if he could handle her tongue on his cock.
Continuing to slowly ride him, her eyes never dared to leave him, even when her tongue left his fingers. He was rendered speechless as he watched her, but when he heard a simple request, he knew that it was his voice begging her.
"Don't stop." He said as he felt her inner walks pulse around him. He didn't care if he had to beg; he wasn't ashamed of it. Once again, she was in control. As he watched her lower herself to him, he was desperate for her kiss. Moaning into each other's mouths, Severus clutched her to him, afraid to let her go.
Picking up the pace, Hermione sat up again and Severus immediately missed the feeling her lips on his. He could feel the tension coiling in his loins, he knew that he as so close to release just as she was close to hers. But just as soon as her pace picked up, she slowed it down. Grabbing his hand again, he expected her to meet her tongue with his fingers again, but instead she kissed it as she placed it on her heart. It was only then that his seed spurted into her. Continuing to ride him, Hermione leaned her head back, releasing his hand from her, expecting it to fall away from her. But no, he kept it there, the connection between the two never ceasing to stop, remembering his promise to her.
Sensing her frustration at snot finding another release, Severus spoke.
"Hermione."
Slowing down in her movement, she looked at him, tears in her eyes.
"Let me take you there."
Coming to a stop, she allowed Severus to take over. Gently flipping her on her back, Severus took a few moments to collect himself. Kissing her tears away, he couldn't help the honesty dripping from his tongue.
"Don't cry… don't cry." Severus said as he slowly began pumping into her. "Do you feel me in you?" He asked, taking his time, hoping that the slower he went, the slower the time would.
"Yes." Hermione whispered, trailing her lips over the skin of his neck. Gripping him to her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling an immediate difference. Hearing her cries of pleasure, Severus continued at his steady pace, wanting her to not be shy.
"Pierce my heart." Hermione whispered.
That set him off. Without even realizing it, Severus began aggressively pumping into Hermione, his grunts and the sound of the headboard slapping against the wall mixed with her pleas.
"Do you feel me in you?" Severus asked again. He didn't give her a chance to answer as he continued.
"Come for me Hermione. Come for me." Severus whispered, his hair curtaining her face as he sought out her lips. He could tell that she was close as she gripped her nails into his flesh. Continuing to enter her, he did indeed capture her scream of pleasure in his own mouth.
Feeling their heartbeats die down, neither wanted the other to movie, and without even saying it, they both could tell what the other was thinking. Staring in each other's eyes, Hermione was the first to move as she used her hands to brush Severus' hair behind his ears. The endearment caught him off guard, and made her all the more irresistible. Bringing his lips to hers, the two languidly continued to kiss one another.
Bringing his fingertips to his lips, Severus was brought back to reality. Noticing that he was the last one at the table, the silence engulfed him as he tried to think of anything besides their one night together.