Muggle Sang the Blues
Chapter 6
"For the Love of Legilimens"
"Forgive me, please do come in." he walked over and took her hand into his, guiding her into the new room. It was not a large living room, but cozy. There was a small fireplace, one much too low for floo travel. Its mantel was of the same dark wood as the kitchen's, but with odd carvings cut into its molding.
Two wall sconces, with flickering candles, gave the room its soft glow. She wanted to scream at the thing she saw. It was horrible, a webbed looking creature mounted on his end table, beside the sofa.
"Professor, is that a Grindylow?" she asked walking over, she poked at it. It tittered abit.
"Yes, it is. It doesn't frighten you does it? If you want, I can remove it."
"No its fascinating actually." said Hermione studying it closely. She laid her hand upon the creature, it was stuffed and lifeless, its jagged teeth rearing back as if it could attack them both at any moment, its claws were long and pointy. She touched it again and rubbed her fingertips along its tight skin.
"I have a favor to ask of you now that you are here."
The idea of his request made her blush.
"A favor… alright then! Ask away…" she said. She examined a few more of his odd possessions. She came to a wall covered with leather books, nearly fifty or more, some filed away neatly, others thrown on top of white envelopes and rolls of parchment. She stroked their bindings. The rich leather felt wonderfully pricey and strong.
"If it's not to much to ask. Would you not call me that retched name -Professor, it feels a bit odd coming from your lips. I would be most delighted... ... if you would address me as Severus. -That is! If it's not to soon to ask." he said waiting for her reply.
Her eyes flashed his way and she pretended to think about his request. But in truth, she was beginning to wonder if, or when he would offer the use of his first name to her. One could not simply use another's first name just like that! It was a sort of rule of courtliness. A delicate formality that determined in what manner a woman was reared as a child. After a short moment, she replied with a nod, and a smile softened the edge of his mouth.
She tilted her head and studied him. His ink-dark hair, the odd curve of his nose, eyes dark as night, tall...taller than she. He stood so handsome in his dress shirt, his age suited him extremely well. As a student his demeanor appeared fierce to her, but that was then and now, now he possessed a masculinity that attracted her very much.
To be the reason of his joyous smile was a wonderful feeling...She turned, hoping to continue her browsing but as if on cue, he reached out, captured her hand and drew her closer to him. His fingers exploring her slim waist, and as if they decided this was not enough...they found the pathway leading up the softness of her breast. His boldness made her shiver. . .her softness made his world spin beneath his feet.
Now, with his jacket removed he looked somewhat ordinary, but Hermione knew he was not ordinary at all. She gave into his embrace, lifting her chin to his and he came down to greet her lips. Claiming them.
their kissing grew heated and filled with passion...
She had to think! To breath, and gather her thoughts about what was truly happening between them. Shame on you Granger! Snogging your old professor.
Inwardly, she became self cautious and shook her head at her own inner judgement. But kissing him was so very natural and not at all uneasy, as she feared it would be. He said nothing for several moments, he reached out with his mind and merged with her thoughts.
She kept her face turned away from him, she was evaluating all of this...
He just stared at her, and waited as she went in and out of her decisions.
He claimed her lips again. This time tenderly. Every word she said was true. How could he tell her that he wanted so much more than her kiss. His hands came up to cup her face. His tongue worked its way in and out of her mouth. Could love be delivered through a kiss? It simply had to...he couldn't loose her, not when they were so close. Never in a million years would he have thought a woman could make him so incredibly confunded, from the simplest touch… with purely being near him.
He stroked her mind, and her thoughts, her fantasies of love were all so alien to him. He had been unaccepting of love from the world for so long, that he had forgotten the power a woman could stir in a mans soul. He took a deep breath and inhaled the sweetness in her hair, the scent of something rosey and floral. He felt so starved.
The hunger for sex…No! The hunger for food…not at all! None of these he wanted, those things he could quench easily. He hungered for his lost life to be returned to him, he hungered for a chance at true love…a family…children...a wife. He guided her through the hall, to the second bathroom as he had promised, but he stayed with her. Hermione didn't mind… He held her closely, as a lover should and again it bothered her not.
His senses were swirling and mixing not from the alcohol flowing through his blood, but from her… He needed her, he wanted her. He forced himself to let her go so that she could undress, but it was not easily done, the fullness of his erection vowed to exploded from needing her body. It throbbed, pulsated and went on as if it had a life, and a blasted will of its own.
He allowed her to part from his side and he pulled her out a fresh set of towels from the linen closet, and soap bar. He ran her bath for her, as they engaged in conversation. He tested the temperature of her bath. A millions ideas flooded his mind about the two of them. He could still taste her kiss on his tongue.
Hermione quietly undressed behind him, he turned around and took pleasure in watching her peel away her clothing. Her hands played at the buttons and she removed her silky bottoms. The shirt fell to her feet, leaving behind her black bra beneath. She removed all of her clothing and walked over to him completely undone and totally for his eyes to behold. She blushed, too modest to understand her own beauty as she stepped into the running water. He wanted to give her the privacy that she deserved, but he could not fight the desire to be next to her. She told him... how she wanted to kiss him again as she settled into the warm water, and rested her back against the tub. He came down slightly with her, wetting his sleeve, granting her wish, kissing her…. She took his hand and guided his touch between her thighs.
"Lay back …relax." he told her.
He bathe her as the water continued to flow from the nozzle, the steam washed over her body she felt herself unwinding and slipped deeper into his comfort. Her eyes closed. She was smiling to herself as he forced his devilish little thoughts into her mind. She could feel the tingling awareness of his presence, his desire start to burn inside her as his fingers began to invade the secret between her thighs, her pulse pick up and her core was rushed with pure warmth from the water and the slippery feel of his fingers.
It made her gasp...
She could see his images... In them he placed her against the wall of a bedroom, that she was yet to see… she was with him, and he on his knees, her back arching as he slowly licked and tasted between her legs. His tongue slick, as he ate her, sliding between her lips and circling her clit, he nibbled at the tiny flesh that was her center, driving her to the edge and back. Severus used the power of legilimency with her in ways they both knew were unlawful. The deep caressing of his fingers made her feel so good...
His hands roamed all over her body, as he bathe her, he lathered her with soap, touching here and rubbing her there, feeling her fire roll out of control, a burning so deep in her core she said that she wanted more of the images he interjected into her mind..."Do it again." She said
He watched her cup her own breast and circle her nipples softly.
You are so beautiful… She heard him clearly through her mind… And so prefectly sexy, I love watching you...
She used her skill of legilimency and she withdrew the feelings he'd been hiding from her of her.
She answered back what he had been thinking."Then take all that you like" -she said. The sudden reality that she too possessed this ability to enter his mind, shot through him like a straight arrow. His hand cupped her center and she brought his fingers slowly from between her folds, slipping them into her mouth to taste.
His vision...It changed again, he allowed her in and she withdrew each image he opened to her...In his mind...He was behind her. spreading her open and the feel of his manhood slide through her, and she coated every inch of his erection ….he drove deeper inside. But this shared fantasy was too much for her. Hermione lifted out of the bathwater, tiny islands of lathered soap clung to her bare skin, she kissed him and began to undress him... First his shirt, his pants, his brief until the fullness of his true erection stood before her, as vivid as the images he had revealed to her.
He did not lie about his size, his erection was full blown, and tantalizing to see. He guided her from her bath and into his bedroom.
This too was just as she had seen in the vision that he shared with her.
He brought her to him, and kissed her, swallowing her tender lips into his full ones. He came down onto the bed, he on the bottom and her on top, together they moved further onto the pillows, the sheets clung to their damp skin.
Hermione straddled his waist, looking down into his eyes as she guided him inside of her. She held onto his shoulders as she leaned forward. Her hips settled into a slow sensual rock, grinding softly against him. She heard him moan from her, as she took in every inch of his glorious muscle. He rose fully inside of her, the head of his erection touched her very core.
She moaned and lowered herself more… placing sweet kisses along his face, his lips. He wanted to kiss her back but couldn't, she had him completely paralyzed, utterly immoble. She nipped at his shoulder working her way up his neck. She moaned the name Severus, with a sweet hiss. She softly whispered her love for the things he was making her feel. She rode him and he grasped her rump...guiding her... she described everything to him... everything she's was feeling as she made love to him.
His concentration broke from more images she shared…images of him. … deep inside of her, thrusting a little harder… and a little faster. He understood and began to grant her request. She told him how she loved riding him… to love him was amazing she said. She told him how he made her pine for more... She said to him… that everything was alright and how she wanted him too… how she needed him… harder, faster. He loved her with such intensity that it pained her with the sweetest torture and he was so slick from her cum, that he felt he would lose his mind, there was no sense of time….
She felt so delicate, but was in total control….She said to him, that she wished for this… and then he moved faster beneath her,and drove deeper, smiling, as a small spasm shook her walls. He shared this sensation… and he held her steady, gripping her rear. she opened her thighs, granting him even more. He wanted her and now sweet Merlin he had her, completely to himself... But he needed for her to accept all of him. Severus touched her thoughts...as he made her pine with tiny sounds... and knew how she wanted what she wanted…. when to slow down and when to speed her up… and how to withdraw, and when to give her more. She groaned against his mastery…and his body grew tight when she made those sounds...
She twisted and made tiny circles against his pelvis...
she was driving him mad….
he was so swollen inside of her …He knew, that if fire ever had a touch, it was there, inside of her... over and over her delicious flames came licking at him like the devil. Her hair had become undone and formed a heated curtain around them, he stroked frizzled waves back from her face. And kissed her more…. he squeezed his eyes shut and became completely lost …..focusing only on her body ... only on her need...he was panting and she pulled her name from his lips, as his orgasm rose. "Now…" he whispered deeply calling out her name again. He could feel it approaching, his sounds grew heavy and deep. She teased his lower lip with hers...as he squeezed her bottom tighter against his climax. He caressed it selfishly… letting it slip only just...and almost instantly rushing back inside her with greed. And when he finally came… it penatrated every fiber of his body...he spilled inside of her.
Her skin...was flushed and pink against his...her brest, swollen as they crushed against his chest, and the fullness he had given her lips, was his blame as well...He couldn't believe how wonderful she felt to him. Severus tried to silence his racing heart… but couldn't….Why, there's no point! listen...her heart is racing too... and so, he just accepted the bliss of being with her.
He held her close and smiled up at her, holding her tightly. "I - would - love - to... do that again..." he whispered.
Author's Note: For author's chosen theme song to Chapter 6 Love of Legilimens please visit my profile page for Additions (Muggle Sang the Blues). Thank you for reading please leave a review.