Severus hasn't even finished wiping off his face when Hermione is struggling to sit up. He figured she'd be incapacitated for a few minutes at least. He gives his face a final once over and stands up to give her a hand. When he gets her upright, some of the self satisfaction drains out of him at the sight of her face. Yes, she looks satisfied and a little woozy the way she should. But also- serious, shaken and - sad? No. Vulnerable. He looks down at her, concerned. He quirks an eyebrow.
She reaches her arms out to him, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him against her. "I need you to hold me now, Severus." She says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into an embrace. He splays one hand wide across the bare back and cups the back of her head with the other. "Like this?" he asks her.
"Yes," she says, "But tighter." She holds onto him like a drowning child. He reciprocates, holding her as tightly as he dares. He has never held anyone like this, but with Hermione he finds it extremely pleasant. Apparently she does, too- she's making cute little sounds of contentment. Not knowing what else to do, he rocks her, and kisses her temple. She sighs.
"Am I doing it right?" he asks.
"Perfect," she replies. Then, "I want to thank you for what just happened but I don't even have words for what that was."
Severus chuckles into her hair. "There's a lot more where that came from."
Hermione pulls away to look at him. "Can we go upstairs now?"
Severus nods and helps her down off the table, and leads her up the stairs to his bedroom. It is small- barely bigger than the bed that it holds, and immaculately clean. It has no nicknacks, pictures, or clutter, save for the books stacked on every available surface.
Severus closes and wards the door, turns to look at Hermione. She is standing in the middle of his bedroom, naked. She beckons to him and he moves to her.
"Take off your shirt," she whispers, tugging at the hem. She wants to feel his skin against hers. She wants to touch him, and taste him.
Severus hesitates. "Are you sure? It might spoil the mood."
Hermione is very confused by this comment. "You're a fucking God and you know it, Severus." She gestures to his graceful, lean body.
He gives her a look. okay, you asked. He takes off his shirt.
Hermione doesn't gasp, but it takes all her effort not to. Severus has a stunningly beautiful physique. Yes, he is leaner than most classic bodies, but he reminds her of a statue she saw once of a roman charioteer.
But Severus has a point. It's impossible for her not to be instantly sobered by the scars. He has obviously been tortured. They aren't all superficial lines across his skin either, although he has plenty of those. She has grown so used to the snake bite scars on his neck she doesn't even notice them anymore. But he also has deep, ugly, puckered, disfiguring scars. oh my gods he's missing a nipple.
Hermione looks up into his face. He has his mask back on, his face perfectly blank. "May I touch you?" she asks him.
He nods.
She quirks an eyebrow at him. "I need a yes, Severus."
That gets her a little half smile, it breaks through his careful mask. thank fuck.
"Yes, love," he whispers. "You can touch me."
She puts both her hands flat on his stomach. It is deliciously cut. She slides them up his torso, reveling in the feel of him. The scars are shocking, sure, especially at first. But they don't diminish him. She dips her head and kisses the angry puckered scar where his left nipple should have been. He draws in a breath, letting it out in a hiss, and takes her by her hair, pulling her head away from his chest and kissing her forcefully.
She melts in his embrace, submitting easily to the violence of his kiss and pressing her body- warm, bare, pliant- against his. He softens the kiss in response to her, turning it from aggressive to sensual. She moans her approval into his mouth. He lets go of her hair and trails his hands sensuously down her back to cup her buttocks, squeezing them, pressing her against his obvious erection.
Hermione breaks off the kiss. "Severus, please." She takes a step back, pulling his with her toward the bed.
He untangles himself from her embrace. "Lie back and make yourself comfortable, love," he says to her, motioning to the bed.
She obeys, crawling onto the bed on all fours -wow- before turning over and settling in on her back, curly brown head on his pillow.
He pauses to admire her for a moment, then unzips his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He isn't wearing anything underneath them. He watches her face, and sees it. A little flash of panic before she gets her expression under control. A better man would regret being so endowed in this moment. it's perfectly fine to be proud of your cock, he berates himself as he stalks toward the girl on his bed, but you'd better not hurt her with it.
He settles himself on top of her, still watching her face. She seems to relax as he gets closer. see? she trusts you. don't ruin it. He is surprised by how natural this position feels. He balances his weight on his elbows, which are placed on either side of her head. She reaches up to touch his face, bringing up her knees around his hips instinctively. When she does this, the head of his cock is perfectly positioned at her entrance.
"Am I hurting you?" he asks her.
"No," she says, as if it should be obvious.
His hands are in the perfect position to stroke her face, so he does. He marvels at how well they fit together like this.
"I saw that look of panic on your face," he says to her. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes," she says. "Absolutely sure. You're just - bigger- than I've seen before." She blushes a deep, glorious, scarlet.
He dips his head and puts his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, Hermione."
"Okay," she whispers.
"We are going to try it like this, and if it hurts, I'll stretch you with my fingers and then we'll try again."
"Okay."
He kisses her. Long, and soft, and slow, holding her face between his hands. fucking finally, he berates himself, that's how you should have kissed her the first time. Hermione feels incredible tucked beneath him, and she is responding beautifully to his kiss. She is getting wetter, drenching the head of his cock where it is pressed up against her.
"How do you feel?" he asks her.
"Safe."
That word literally takes the breath right out of his lungs it hits him so hard. He feels the foreign, almost alien prickle of his eyes tearing up. you're fucked, severus. totally and completely fucked. now make love to this girl before you bawl all over her.
"Don't hide your face from me, hmm? And tell me if I hurt you."
"Okay."
"Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly."
She does.
A she exhales, he pushes into her.
"Fuck, Severus," she says, trembling underneath him.
"Tell me it doesn't hurt," he pleads.
"Only a little don't you dare fucking stop I never want you to stop, please, please-"
He kisses her, "I won't stop as long as I know you're okay."
"I'm okay," she says. Then, tentatively, "Is there more?"
He has to stop himself from laughing at her. "That's about half." Less, actually. He doesn't want to frighten her.
He begins to move inside her.
"Oh, wow," she says, and rolls her hips up to meet his next slow thrust. He isn't expecting this, and he gives her a few more inches than he planned. She gasps, then groans. "Please," she begs him, rocking her hips against him.
Watching her face very carefully, he slowly presses the rest of the way into her until he his buried to the hilt. Hermione is coming apart with pleasure underneath him. It's a beautiful sight, and he is already on the very edge of his orgasm. He ruthlessly pushes it back. not yet.
Now that he is all the way inside her, Severus knows he should be able to find the right angle where he is up against her clit as he fucks her, but her hips aren't in quite the right position. He reaches down with his right hand to cup her ass as he pushes into her - fuck that's good- and adjusts her against himself. He presses back into her at this new angle.
Hermione's groans increase dramatically. "Please don't stop," she says in his ear.
He finds a slow, steady rhythm he can maintain without losing it quite yet. Slow enough that he can kiss her mouth, her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. Here he bites her- not hard- he can't help it.
"Fuck that's good," is her response. He almost comes right there.
He fucks her a little harder, watching her face. Her head is rolled back, her mouth open. He can't last much longer.
"Gods, Severus, I think I might come again. How do I-"
He locks eyes with her. "Relax, breathe, concentrate on the sensation."
She nods, her eyes pleading with him.
He lets go of her ass and hooks his elbow around her knee, pulling it up and out before sinking back into her. Hermione gasps in pleasure, her eyes wide with surprise for a moment before her head rolls back again. He gives her three swift hard strokes and she explodes underneath him.
After Hermione comes for the second time that morning she looks up at Severus. He is still plunging into her, an intent look on his face. Then his eyes close and his whole body goes stiff, trembles violently.
"Fuck," he says.
She realizes that he is having an orgasm. She reaches up and pulls him close, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he spills himself into her.
When Severus returns to earth from his orgasm, Hermione is clinging to him so tightly he can barely breathe. Her cheek is pressed against his, and he can feel hot tears.
"What's the matter, love?" he asks gently, rolling onto his side and taking her with him, rocking her back and forth.
"Nothing. That was amazing."
"Why are you crying?" he asks, stroking her hair.
She pulls away to look at him. "I'm not, Severus." She puts her hand up to his face. "Those are your tears."
His eyes open wide in shock. She can see that he is about to bolt.
"No," she says firmly. "You're staying right here. You're not done holding me."
Stunned, he capitulates, rolling onto his back and tucking her against his side. She lays her head on his shoulder and promptly falls asleep. Severus lays there and watches her sleep for a long time before he drifts off as well.