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Still sitting astride him, a flash came to Hermione of one of her many revisited fantasies. As Severus ran his hands up her arms and started to pull her down for another kiss, she shook her head and smiled. He frowned as she started to wriggle down his body, but his expression cleared into one of expectation as her hands found the button of his trousers.
"Would you let me…?" she asked, running a fingernail up and down the zip of his fly.
"Oh, yes indeed," he said, voice slightly strained, and let his head drop back onto the bed. He had driven this very idea from his lust-fuelled mind on many occasions, and now the witch was here…
Hermione slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. He lifted his hips slightly as she pulled them down and off his legs. She smirked at the thought that he had gone without underwear; then she stopped thinking at all for a moment as she took in the view she had- finally- finally- of his naked body.
He was a beautifully crafted creature; she let her eyes drink him in, his legs were toned- slender, yet the muscles were defined. His hipbones made themselves known without protruding, and the dark hair of his chest was mirrored at his groin, where his member stood with a slight, elegant curve towards his abdomen.
She crawled onto his legs again, and propped herself up. She glanced up at his face, and he lifted his head to meet her eyes. She chose the moment to take a firm grip of him, and dropped her mouth over his tip. His eyes widened at the sensation of her bold move, but he kept watching as she dropped her gaze. He found the sight of her holding him in hand and mouth almost as overwhelming as her touch.
He was salty in her mouth, silky under her hand. His skin was so very soft there, velvety, warm, and pulsing with his energy. She stilled and let her tongue explore him. She heard him grunt and exhale sharply. In response she pulled more of him into her mouth, and started massaging the base of him with her hand, he seemed to grow harder in her mouth, and she felt the ridges of his veins under her tongue.
She lifted herself off him with a wet noise and repositioned herself to take her weight solely on her knees. She kissed the tip of him before sliding him into her mouth again, and with her free hand she reached down to between her own legs, and found her underwear to be wet. She smiled around his member and started rubbing slow circles over her hooded bud, causing her to start gyrating her hips subconsciously as she continued tending to him with her mouth.
After some time of her attentions, and as he felt himself starting to build up to climax he lifted his hands and reached out for her mane of hair, clutching fists of it. She whimpered around him and her pace increased on him and on herself. He heard himself groaning aloud with pleasure, and tightened his grip on her hair as he tried to clear his mind.
"Stop, Hermione, wait," he managed to say, "I'm very close." She paused for a moment and rolled her eyes at him, then smiled and went back to her task with enthusiasm.
He stopped his self-control at her clear preference, and allowed the sensations to ripple through him as she stopped touching herself to bring her hand up to cup and gently massage his testes. He groaned again and released his hands from her hair to grab at the sheets. The feel of all of her attention was phenomenal, his chest felt as though it would burst at the joy of it. He felt incapable of coherent thought, and her tongue rasping over the very tip of him every time she pulled up was what undid him. He tapped at her shoulder but she only took him in deeper as she felt his body tense before he gave a hoarse cry and came into her mouth in hot, ecstatic waves. She swallowed reflexively; revelling in what she felt was a gift, her fantasy come to life.
She released him and smiled with a dreamy look. His chest heaved as he panted and drifted down from his plane of pleasure. She pushed herself up and collapsed next to him, writhing in her own afterglow of satisfaction.
For a time the pair let their breathing settle, temperatures lower, and thought to return.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time, you know." Hermione said tentatively.
"I've thought about you doing that for a long time. Though I sound perverted," replied Severus. In response Hermione allowed herself to laugh sadly.
"You don't sound perverted. You sound like I should have said something sooner."
"Or I should." He countered. Then he sighed heavily. "Though, I never would have. I would have turned you down, too, if you had propositioned me before."
Hermione turned her head to look at him fully. He let his eyes rake her up and down, before looking away and continuing.
"The kiss we shared, that last night in the infirmary… that should not have happened. I was weak, you were young, and hurting from the aftermath of the battle. I felt I had taken something from you, some innocence stolen."
A minute of silence lay over his words, Hermione thought back to the night, to the kiss.
"You did take something," she started, and hastily continued as she saw his face twist into a grimace, "you took away some of my pain. I was young, but I had more than enough of life experience by then. Pain, suffering, loss, betrayal, fear… I was fatigued by it, eroded by it. It may have been just a kiss, but it gave me the impetus to keep going. It gave me the knowledge that there were things I hadn't been able to experience yet that were worth seeking out, that there was still joy in life to be had after… after others have died." She finished sadly. He nodded slowly and flashed her a small, understanding half-smile.
"You give me too much credit, but I cannot deny I felt something similar." He huffed and rolled towards her, reaching out his hand to run a slender finger over her lips, back and forth, as if memorising every line. "I have wondered, sometimes, if you cursed me in some way. I feel chased by my thoughts of you. You have, at times, felt inescapable, you witch."
"The same to you." She whispered, and turned away from his hand as a blush began colouring her cheeks. He reached around and cupped her cheek, turning her back to him. He propped himself up on an elbow and leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers gently. She opened her mouth to him and forgot her embarrassment as their tongues danced and her need blossomed afresh. Suddenly though she stopped and pushed slightly at his chest. He pulled away, heady-lidded and flushed himself.
"Why tonight?" She demanded, raising an eyebrow at him. "If you would have said no before; why did you follow me up here tonight?" She watched him carefully as he blinked slowly.
"It seemed enough." He cleared his throat. "Enough time, enough wanting. I had imagined you before, approaching me- or me approaching you… and it never felt right. You had your life to live, I was too unsure of these obsessions. I was- am- too old, too damaged, too unable to live normally. It was a sordid dream to me. And then there you were tonight, alone. All the thoughts dissolved. Those that would have cared are dead or gone away. I felt as though I knew none of those people downstairs. And then there you were, also untouched by the others. That and the shock of hearing you whisper to me what you wanted, and your room number. I had to follow. I couldn't not."
He watched her carefully as she took in her words, she nodded as he finished and gave another small laugh. "Enough. Yes, I think that's what I had felt, too." She pushed herself up to meet his lips with hers tentatively, "I couldn't have walked away from you without saying anything…"
"I'm very glad you didn't walk away," he said around her lips. His hand drifted down to her breast, and his eyes flashed wickedly as her breath caught and she released a small moan. "Or I wouldn't have had the opportunity to do this…"