AN at bottom of page :)
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Hermione gave a satisfied moan as she stretched, and then rolled to the edge of the bed to sit up.
"These stockings are ruined." She noted, running her fingers over the soiled tops with a small smile on her face.
"Did you wear them for me?" Severus asked, his deep voice seeming to reverberate through her.
She swallowed and lifted her head to inspect the ceiling for a moment. She recalled getting dressed earlier in the evening, sliding the stockings up her legs and imagining another pair peeling them back off.
"I can only say that I knew that I would see you here." She said eventually.
"Yes. I am always… here." He murmured. Hermione twisted to look at him but he didn't meet her eyes. She turned away, and both slipped into their own minds in peaceful silence for a few minutes until Hermione shivered a little.
Severus sat up and pulled the rumpled duvet over her shoulders. He moved to sit next to her. Each could feel the air between them as if it were tangible. Even after succumbing to their desire and finding release, their connection had remained untainted. Hermione could still feel her chest tightening with the need of him. The unknowing of his actions weighed on her consciousness, and sent her skin into a heightened vigilance- she was aware of his every shift and breath. Giddily, she felt the years strip from her burdened mind as the emotions of her teenage self surged through her.
This intense capsule they had created was what had been missing from her prior relationships; it had been what drove her to attend the reunion, to his side, to this room. She longed to reach out to him, to run her hands over him again and again until she knew the terrain of his body as she did her own. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to locate her sanity.
He watched the play of emotions on her face; she had clearly never learnt to hide them well despite his many warnings when she nursed him all those years ago. As she shut her eyes and sucked in a steadying breath he fought the urge to pull her to him, to soothe her consternation with words of comfort, words of reassurance- to kiss her so fiercely she would never doubt his own feelings toward her. He sighed heavily. He wanted to devour her doubt, burn it away with the fire of his hidden dedication.
They sat, and the air thickened once more with words left unsaid. Finally Hermione opened her eyes.
"I'm going to shower," she said quietly and stood. She saw him turn to watch her stretch again, his eyes dropping to her breasts once more. His look gave her renewed courage as a flame of desire reignited within her.
"Would you come with me?" She asked openly. In response he blinked lazily, mouth twitching at the corners, and stood with a pained groan as his knees clicked.
Hermione led the way to the basic en suite, and leaned in to the cubicle to turn the water on. She heard the door click shut; a moment later felt the heat of his body against her back, her skin tingled with his hot, exhaled breath on her shoulder. She shut her eyes at the sensation and leant against the frame.
The water finally started running hot and the room began to fill with steam.
"Spread your legs for me," he muttered into her ear, sending a frisson rippling through her torso. He knelt and ran his hands reverentially over her left ankle, following the curve of her calf, stopping at the crook of her knee as he ran his thumbs over the thin skin there. She released a long, shuddering breath, and his hands inched up to rub back and forth over the top of the stocking before his fingers hooked over the material and he was easing it down her leg. As she lifted her foot for him he caught her heel in his hands, lifted it to his mouth and nipped lightly at the tendon there before releasing her to repeat his actions on her right leg.
Hermione breathed the steam in deeply and hoped he would continue his exploration of her legs, and felt a pang of disappointment when she felt the air move around her as he stood up.
He leaned into her and braced his hands either side of her head, enjoying her slight squirm as she quelled the urge to writhe back against him.
"Get in the shower." He directed. She complied, ducking under his arm and backing under the hot spray.
He drank in the sight of her. The water had darkened her hair to almost black, and her skin had turned a delicious pink in the heat. The water sluiced between her breasts and ran in thick rivulets between her legs. Her chest rose heavily as she gasped under the direct flow. She watched him with an eagerness which sent his cock twitching. He walked into the shower and shut the door behind him.
She reached out a hand and found his wrist, with a slight tug of encouragement he stood under the water and pressed himself to her, running his lips over her hairline. She felt him start to harden against her abdomen and she ran her arms up to meet behind his neck, running her fingers through the hairs at the nape. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her torso as he yanked her into an all-consuming kiss. He was furiously eating at her mouth, and she whimpered at the small pains while her body reacted with pleasure. She struggled to breathe under the flow of the shower and would have willingly drowned to keep him kissing her like that but he pushed her back to the wall until her head was clear of the flow and broke away from her mouth. He panted heavily and stared into her eyes for an unfathomable moment before leaning in and softly covering her lips with his own.
This kiss was slower, gentle; she felt as if she was being revered and responded in kind, as the kiss deepened she sighed into his mouth with contentment.
"Hermione," he whispered, and thumped the wall with his fist. He let his head drop until his forehead rested against hers. They breathed hot, shaky breaths into each other's mouths as she waited for him to continue.
"You… you are like a phantom. I cannot fathom your being here. I feel like a man half mad," he groaned.
"And you think I feel much different?" She shot back. She reached down between them and circled her hand around the length of him, his eyes fluttered closed.
"This in my hand, the idea that this is inspired by me; that is madness." She squeezed him, eliciting a sharp gasp; "And yet it lies hot and ready in my palm. Here you are in front of me. I am solid, I am here, touch me, Severus. We can go mad together if this is some dream, but just touch me," she pleaded, and felt tears pricking at her eyes.
His lips crashed into hers as he clutched her to him. He dropped his arms to her thighs and stooped slightly to grip her, only to lift her slippery body up against the wall. She used her hand to guide him to her opening as he slid her down onto him. She was tense, using her strength to grip him with her arms and legs, and he had to force himself to ease her down slowly, allowing the water to lubricate his passage into her.
She threw her head back and released feral growl. He lost his control and pulled her down the last inch of his length; she gave a small yelp but almost immediately started to grind her hips against him in a frantic rhythm. The animalistic need she keened into his ear slammed his body into an overwhelming rush of pleasure and he bucked wildly into her, grunting with each thrust. Swiftly he felt her tighten around his cock, and he clumsily released one arm to bring his hand round to the stiffened bud of her clitoris. Only three strokes of his fingers sent her screaming into her climax, the tight clenching of her walls pulled him closer to his release and he pushed into her only a few more times before he came into her welcoming body, legs shaking, chest heaving.
He let her slide to the floor and heavily joined her. They watched the water cascade over each other and swirl down the drain, taking their worries with it.
Severus gave a sharp bark of laughter and ran a hand through his sopping hair. He saw Hermione's confused look and smirked.
"We didn't get very clean, did we?"
AN: Ahoy! So I've been wondering how you lot see SS and HG in your minds? I like the films but I don't imagine the actors' visages when writing- the characterisation in the film seems to me like it would not go any further between the two, whereas I feel the canon characters allow for subjective readings and give a wider character base for the imagination to spring from. Thoughts? Opinions? Also I meant to state their ages even though it's obvious, SS would be around 48 and HG around 29 in this fanfic.
Thank you very much indeed for all the comments! Thank you Angel897, LoveInTheBattleField, onecelestialbeing (Squeeeeee! Fangirl moment btw!), AuroraMcGonagall and lordhightopfan! I wasn't really expecting any reviews when I started writing but I am so enjoying reading them! Really gives me impetus to keep writing :)