Another update already? What madness is this? Oh, wait, it's the kind where I already have most of the content of these chapters written. Right. Anyway, so this chapter is most definitely rated M. EMMM. For MMMMMature audiences only, please. Seriously. It's intense. This chapter is pure smut. Really, I'm sure it's almost porn-worthy. Make sure you read in a well-ventilated area and don't overheat.
Disclaimer: Nothing but nothing in this chapter is mine, again with the exception of the cabin. And even that just sprang from a need to give S. and H. a place where they could be alone.
Chapter Seven
~Lovers~
She needed to say nothing else. In what seemed to be one fluid motion, he was on his feet and had swept her up high in his arms. He strode from the living room into the room he slept in, depositing her rather unceremoniously upon the mattress before then climbing up with her.
He rolled her beneath him and seized her mouth in a kiss that set her entire body ablaze. And while he kissed her, her fingers were not still. They fumbled with his shirt, scrabbling at the buttons in her haste to remove his shirt.
When she was mostly unsuccessful in unbuttoning his shirt, his large hands closed over her smaller ones to still her fingers. He gently urged her hands out of the way and undid the rest of the buttons himself.
Once he had dragged his shirt from his body, her hands found his strong chest and smoothed over the muscles. Her fingers traced the contours of his pectorals and the ridges of his abdominal muscles, which spasmed beneath her fingertips in response to her touch. Her fingers continued to explore as she brushed one of his nipples with the pads of her fingers and delighted in the hiss that sounded between his teeth. Then her hands journeyed to his broad shoulders and his biceps, her nails digging into his skin when he took her nipple into his mouth – the other one this time – and bit down lightly in retaliation for her having flicked his nipple with her fingers.
She let out a guttural moan in response as her nails sank into his skin, and those two combined reactions proved to be his undoing. Any semblance of self-control he had left vanished abruptly, and he tore himself from her arms in order to, with a silent wave of his hand, divest himself of the rest of his clothes.
Hermione got a brief look at him before he rejoined her on the bed, and what she saw made her hotter than ever. She knew he didn't think he was a handsome man, but what she saw was enough for her to soundly and completely disagree. His face might not be a classic example of male beauty, but his looks fit who he was. Some of the lines and planes of his face were a bit harsh, much like his personality could be, particularly in the classroom, and his bold, slashing black eyebrows and strongly arched nose made him faintly resemble a hawk. But personally, she'd always found hawks to be beautiful birds.
And his body...! It was quite a good thing, she mused, that he hid his body beneath his billowing robes, for if the other young witches in the upper years at Hogwarts had had any clue what kind of body he sported, it would have been much more difficult for him to maintain order among the females of his classes. There was not an ounce of excess anything on his body, no excess flesh and certainly no excess fat. He was also far more muscular than he appeared beneath his robes; while he certainly didn't possess the over-the-top musculature of body-builders, she hadn't expected the ridges and contours of his muscles to be so well-defined.
When her eyes fell to the juncture of his legs, she felt faint. She suddenly wasn't so sure how well this would work out; how on Earth was that supposed to fit? It was nearly as thick as her wrist! Oh, but gods, was it beautiful, in an almost frightening way. Long, thick, and slightly curved, it stood proudly at attention, and she could see from here how the purplish mushroom-shaped head glistened.
Then, before she could examine his body any further, he was back on the bed with her, this time leaning over her body from the side. This gave his questing fingers greater access to more of her body as he played her as expertly as a concert pianist plays the ivory and black keys of his chosen instrument. And to his ears, the sounds he elicited from her were infinitely more beautiful than anything that could ever be heard in a concert hall.
His fingers trailed over her collarbone, raising goosebumps in their wake, before moving down to caress the undersides of her breasts. As his fingers traced back up the sides of her breasts and then moving to slowly trace, in ever-tightening circles, her areolas and her nipples, she trembled in his arms. She had to struggle to regulate her breathing when she realized his lips were following the path his fingers were taking.
Soon she was trying to divide her attention between his mouth feasting once more on her breasts – this time switching from one to the other and back so as not to neglect either – and his fingers dancing a steady path down her body. They paused to encircle her belly-button, their touch light as a feather, and dipped inside briefly before moving on.
She held her breath in anticipation when she noted where his hands were going, but was finally forced to expel it in frustration when she realized that, while he seemed to be setting every inch of the skin of her upper and inner thighs, hips, and lower belly on fire, he was deliberately avoiding the place where she wanted him most. She was about to protest when his head suddenly left her breasts and began to move lower. Her protest died on her lips as she froze, hardly daring to breathe.
His lips trailed a similar path to the one his fingers had taken, caressing the skin of her hips, lower belly, and thighs, and she could feel her body tightening in anticipation. When his fingers dipped into the slick, wet heat at the apex of her thighs and found the glistening pearl hidden there, she arched her back and gave a low cry of surprise and pleasure.
Her hands fisted in the coverlet of the bed as if to anchor herself to its surface and keep herself from flying away as he played with her clit, changing the strokes of his fingers from quick flicks to slow, firm circles to light pinches. Eventually his hand changed position, his fingers moving lower and his thumb taking over her clit as first one finger and then two found the depression that marked her entrance.
Severus marveled at how wet, hot, and tight she was as he worked his fingers into her sheath. He paused his motions in order to ascertain how comfortable she was with the intrusion, and when she made a sound of protest as he stopped, he chuckled and continued. As his fingers stroked her inner walls, he found that spot inside her that would make her sing, and he curled his fingers into it in a "come hither" motion.
Her eyes flew open wide, her mouth opened to form an almost perfect O, and she bolted upright into a sitting position. He lifted his head from where he'd been kissing the flesh at the juncture of her hip and upper thigh and placed his free hand on one of her shoulders. "Down," he murmured, gently urging her once more onto her back. When she lay down again, he continued his ministrations, only this time, he removed his hand from her pussy, much to her dismay.
Hermione whimpered at the loss of his warm hand, but before she could protest too much, he was urging her to spread her thighs even more before then burying his face between her legs. She cried out and seized his head in both hands as his tongue found her clit and flicked it before he began to eat her out in a way she'd never imagined anyone ever would.
By the time she felt the fire in her belly building to a crescendo as her body hurtled its way up to some unseen peak, he had thoroughly explored every bit of her pussy with his tongue, alternating between playing with her clit and thrusting in and out of her tight sheath. His mouth then returned to her clit while his fingers entered her once more to mimic what he fully intended to do with a different part of his anatomy shortly. By this point, the noises she was making had lost much of their coherence; he was still able to make out enough to discern when she was begging for more or for mercy, as opposed to gasping and moaning wordlessly. There were several "pleases" and an "oh, gods" thrown in a few times, but what really made the beast within him lift its head and purr mightily was when she moaned, "Oh, Sev…Severus…ohhhh," barely able to get his whole name out at once.
It took every ounce of control Severus had not to surge into her body and take her right then and there; his goal of turning her inside out was working out better than he'd ever dared hope, and he marveled that this heart-breakingly beautiful witch was responding so stunningly to him, ex-Death-Eater and Head of the House that rivaled hers. The sounds she was making and all the half-coherent begging she was doing with that voice of hers had to be the most erotic things he'd ever heard in his life. Her voice was already a little lower and huskier than that of most women, and now it was stark and primal, full of need. Just the sound of her voice alone was enough to make him painfully aroused.
Finally, his lips gave a particularly strong pull on her clit while his fingers curled up into her G-spot once more, and the combination made her shatter with a loud cry. She came hard, all over his mouth and fingers as her inner walls clamped down on the digits he still had buried inside her. With difficulty he withdrew his fingers and lapped up the nectar of her ecstasy, thoroughly enjoying the tremors that shook her body in the aftermath of what he was certain was her first orgasm, at least that wasn't self-induced.
Severus lifted his head from between Hermione's thighs to watch as she came down from her climax, and thought her face post-orgasm was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Finally she opened her eyes, and as sparkling brown met glittering black, he could see in the depths of her gaze a strange kind of light that hadn't been there before.
He didn't know what the light was, only that it somehow made her suddenly seem older, as if she were only now made a woman where before she had only been a young girl. What he didn't know was that the light in her eyes now was an ancient light that has been in the eyes of every woman who has ever found pleasure in her lover's touch since the days of Eve.
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, and then she reached to place her hand on the back of his neck to guide him back up her body. She spread her legs a little more, enabling him to nestle his hips into the cradle of her thighs, and drew his head down to hers for a kiss. She could taste her own essence on his lips and tongue, and the taste made her even wetter.
When all he did was kiss her, she pulled her lips away from his just enough to murmur, "I need you, Severus, please. Come inside me."
Had he been standing, those words delivered in that voice would have brought him to his knees. She really had no idea what her voice could do to him. It dripped with pure sex when she was either aroused, like now, or sleepy, and her plea just now was almost enough to make him cum right there.
So really, how could he resist? He took her mouth in another kiss meant to stake his claim on her soul, even as he reached down with one hand to position himself at the entrance to her body. He rubbed the tip of his cock along her slit, both to tease her a little and to lubricate himself to ease his passage inside her. He was about to cast a charm to prevent pregnancy when he remembered that she wouldn't be able to get pregnant in the first place, even were he to do the opposite and cast a fertility charm, which couldn't fix damaged ovaries. His heart clenched with pain for her, and not wanting to call her attention to it and cause her more pain, he kissed her again.
"Are you ready, love?" he murmured against her lips. His voice was dark and erotic, like chocolate and silk, and it seemed to find its way straight to her pussy with another rush of moisture.
All she could do was nod mutely, and then he was gripping her hips with both hands and pressing inexorably inside. When he knew he could go no further without tearing the hymen that partially concealed her entrance, he paused and looked into her eyes. In their depths he saw a wealth of emotion that found its way straight to his soul, and at the forefront of those emotions was trust. Without breaking the connection of their gazes, he kissed her even as he gave a single powerful thrust and broke through her virginity.
He continued kissing her, swallowing the low cry of pain she couldn't keep from him, and only took his mouth from hers so he could kiss the tears that leaked from her eyes. Severus's hearing, made more acute by the same magic that allowed him to take on so many different animal forms, had picked up a faint tearing sound as he surged into her; it was the sound of the hymen testifying to her virginity breaking as he tore through it. Part of him cringed at the sound, imagining the pain it must mean for her, but at the same time, the implications of that sound were immensely satisfying. Hermione was his, in every way imaginable and in every way in which she'd never belonged to another man; he was her first lover, and now that he'd had just this small taste of her, he'd be damned if anyone but him ever had her again. He would be her first, last, and only.
"You're mine now, witch," he murmured possessively, brushing her lips with a kiss. "You're mine, and I will never let you go."
"Yours," she agreed breathily. "Forever."
Her words caused a thrill to run through him, and though he wouldn't have thought it possible, he hardened even more within her.
Hermione struggled to even out her labored breathing and relax. It took a great deal of effort, as he was quite large, even, she was certain, by normal standards. She could feel how he filled and stretched her, almost to the point of not being able to take him at all, and she wondered distractedly if either of her old Gryffindor room-mates or Ginny had ever felt this stretched their first time. She also realized as she slowly adjusted to his intrusion that she could feel every inch of him inside her, could feel every part of her body that he touched within her, where she hadn't even realized one could feel anything. It was a beautiful thing to know.
When she had finally relaxed completely, a couple of things happened quite suddenly. First, he slid perhaps another half-inch or so deeper, the head of his cock bumping against her cervix, which panged at the contact. Second, something suddenly burst to life inside her. It was very similar to that which had grown within her earlier before shattering explosively as she came. Again she was aware of every inch of him inside her, but now she was aware of it in a different way; now that awareness was laden with promise. Eager for that explosive shattering, she shifted experimentally beneath him, suddenly restless, all her pain gone.
When he met her gaze in question, she moved again, this time with a challenge in her eyes. He growled low in his throat, gathered her buttocks in his hands, and squeezed possessively before beginning to thrust in and out, with long, slow strokes partly designed to torture her. The other part of it was that he knew he had to keep a tight rein on his control, as he could easily hurt her. And of course, his little Gryffindor princess had to hold true to her House and be contrary; she wrapped her legs around his waist rather than holding them open for him and bucked beneath him.
"Don't hold back. Let go," she breathed when he looked at her. When he frowned at her, knowing she must still be in a little pain at least, she added, "We already talked about this. I can take you. I can take all of you. I'm not going to break, so don't treat me like glass."
"Hermione, you're a virgin. You're also a small woman, and the tightest I've ever been with. I could hurt you easily, simply by accident," he told her, refusing to pick up his pace.
Before he'd even finished speaking, fire leapt into her eyes, and he realized just to whom he was speaking. He realized he'd crossed a line by implying she wasn't strong enough to handle him.
"Move, damn it. Harder," she barked. Her commanding tone was that of an army general firing off orders. Not unlike him in the classroom, he mused. She bucked again in emphasis.
It was then, as he saw the challenge in her eyes, that he recalled once more with whom he was dealing. This was, after all, the same witch who, as she'd said earlier, had a tendency to do things like charge into a room full of known vampires or get into a fight with a pack of wolves a great deal larger than herself. And with the things she'd learned during her time in the rainforest, she was the only witch alive other than Minerva McGonagall who could hold her own against him in a duel. So if she couldn't handle him, no one could.
With a feral growl that made its way straight from the beast hidden within the depths of his self to the one dwelling within her, he accepted her challenge, instinct driving him to dominate. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, changing the angle of penetration, and gripped her body more powerfully in his hands as he started to thrust harder. He was rewarded when Hermione's gaze instantly glazed over, losing its focus, and she let out a moan, her fingers coming up to grip his hair. His scalp started to sting a little.
As his thrusts started to increase in both speed and force and her knees were forced closer to her chest, her ankles in the air, she realized that this new position gave him all the power – she couldn't even grip his body to her with her legs. She moved her hand from his scalp to wrap around the back of his neck as if to anchor herself more firmly to him. As her moans began to escalate, her nails sank into the skin at the back of his neck, the fingers of her other hand tightening to a death grip in his hair.
He watched the expressions on her beautiful face, watching the changes more avidly than he knew Potter and Weasley watched their Quidditch games. Her face convinced him he'd done well to comply with her pleas to move harder; she really was tougher than he gave her credit for. He nearly came when she panted, "Harder, Severus – ohhhh – faster!"
Just then, an idea struck him. With difficulty, he managed to extract himself from her arms, despite her protests, and he flipped her over onto her stomach. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her hips and arse into the air as her upper torso remained pressed to the surface of the mattress. He positioned himself behind her, aligning his groin to her backside, and gripped her hips in his hands, his fingers digging a little into the soft flesh there. He held her immobile with his unyielding hands, and with one smooth, powerful thrust he was inside her once more, now fucking her from behind. She couldn't hold back a moan of delight as her tight, wet walls once again gave way, reluctantly, to his immense hardness, and her fists clenched in the covers of the bed.
"Gods, so fucking tight," he muttered as he began to buck his hips, thrusting in and out of her. With every forward thrust of his hips, he jerked hers backward against him, controlling both of their movements himself.
Suddenly, he changed the pace, now pumping with long, slow, powerful strokes rather than fast, hard ones. He smirked when he felt her legs tense and she let out another moan. As he moved, his fingers danced over her sensitized skin, releasing their bruising grip on her flesh and now working to make her nerves hum. With her face turned to the side and her profile turned toward him, he could see her eyes widen and glaze over and a beautiful flush creep into her cheeks. Her teeth sank into her lower lip and her breathing became a little harsher as she tried to control her moans.
That wouldn't do at all. He didn't want her to hold back the expression of her pleasure; he intended to make her scream. So he continued his torturously slow pace, every once in a while changing it up with one hard, rapid thrust to keep her from becoming too complacent. The entire time, he watched the flush in her cheeks become more pronounced and listened to her moans escalate. Finally when in response to one of his hard, rapid thrusts she let out a low cry, he began to fuck her hard and fast again, knowing she was rapidly approaching her peak.
Hermione came twice, moaning loudly the entire time, and both times the constrictive pulsing of her inner muscles nearly undid him, but he persevered. He managed to keep going, though how she had no idea. She would have thought he'd come the first time she did, though she supposed she shouldn't be surprised at his staying power. Everything about him seemed to allude to great stamina. But as he felt her body building towards a third orgasm, he knew he could hold out no longer.
He pulled out of her, and before she had time to protest, he flipped her back onto her back and drove himself back inside her with a grunt. She nearly went cross-eyed when he did so, and she wrapped both arms and legs around his body as he took her higher and higher toward the point of ultimate bliss, for the third time. Then she felt his fingers tighten on her hips, their force bruising. She was amazed that it was even possible, but he started thrusting even more roughly now, so that her pleasure bordered on pain as the swollen head of his shaft banged into her cervix with every downward plunge of his hips. She knew he must be riding the wave with her, approaching the same peak over which they would fall together. The expression that came over her face was one of pure ecstasy and she couldn't stop herself; her moans escalated and became low cries.
Then, finally, they both came, their mutual orgasm thunderous. Their limbs tightened about each other, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips and her strong legs wrapping about his waist in a stranglehold that was almost painful. As her inner walls clenched powerfully around his cock as she came hard, she sank her teeth into his shoulder and bit down hard to muffle the scream she was unable to hold back. He gasped as the dual sensations of her teeth sinking into his flesh and her pussy attempting to strangle his cock gave him the most powerful orgasm of his life; he felt his balls tighten and he gave a low groan as he swelled and spilled his seed deep within her. She felt a rush of warmth fill her body as his seed spurted wetly against the barrier of her cervix and swamped her passage, and the sensation made her see stars as her inner muscles pulsed repetitively around him in smaller contractions, milking him dry.
As they came down from their cataclysmic orgasms and fought for breath, he became aware that he was still on top of her, and that her small hands were gently massaging his shoulders. He opened his eyes and looked at her face; the deeply satisfied expression on her face was the most beautiful he'd ever seen, even more than her face after the orgasm he'd given her while eating out her pussy.
Finally, he gathered the energy required to roll off her, not wanting to crush her. He lay on his back beside her, but gathered her into his arms so that she lay half across his body and her head rested on his shoulder. As he whispered a simple wandless cleansing charm over both their bodies, she sleepily turned so that she was more comfortably tucked into his body, draping one arm and one leg over him.
"That was beautiful, Severus, thank you," she murmured contentedly. She paused for such a long moment that Severus thought she had fallen asleep, so he settled for pulling her closer to him and allowing himself to start drifting off as well.
Before he could fall asleep, however, he heard her speaking again, her voice now husky with sleep rather than desire. "You're mine, too, you know. After that, you realize I won't be letting you go, ever. You're stuck with me now," she murmured.
He gave a deep chuckle. "Then we are in agreement, witch," he replied, pressing a kiss to her hair.
Her "mmmm" of agreement was much more like a purr of contentment that would have had his cock up and ready to go again if not for the fact that sleep had mostly overtaken him by now. Instead, rather than aroused, the sound merely made him happy as he drifted off.
Hermione woke up a short while later, somewhat disoriented as she opened her eyes to the ceiling without really seeing it. She wondered briefly what had woken her up from a particularly amazing dream, but quickly realized that what had awoken her was a rapidly intensifying feeling of pleasure between her legs.
The last traces of sleep vanished almost instantly as she opened her eyes fully and looked down her body to find Severus's head buried between her thighs as he licked and suckled her towards another orgasm. It washed over her quickly, leaving her helpless to do anything but cry out in surprise at how suddenly he'd taken her over the edge.
Before he had the chance to do anything else, she was moving off the bed and tugging him with her. She moved so quickly she was able to catch him by surprise and push him over against the wall where she dropped to her knees before him.
Severus opened his mouth to stop her, but before he could say anything, her small hand closed around his erection and instead of speaking he sucked in a gasp. He gritted his teeth as she started to stroke his length, her fist slowly but firmly pumping, occasionally sweeping the pad of her thumb over the weeping purple head.
When her head suddenly moved forward and her tongue darted out to taste the moisture at his leaking tip, he let out an involuntary groan. He put his hand on the top of her head, intending to object and draw her up and away from his cock, but when her mouth engulfed his length, his fingers slid of their own volition into her hair and closed over her scalp in order to pull her closer. He felt her lips twist into a smirk around his shaft as she obliged him and drew him further into her mouth. "Wicked witch," he sighed, and hardened further when he heard – and felt – her hum in agreement around his cock.
If someone were to have told him just two weeks ago that he'd get the best head of his life from a former student, he would have sneered and suggested they check in at St. Mungo's and get their head examined (no pun intended). But now he couldn't help but marvel at the incredible sight of Hermione Granger on her knees before him with her mouth full of his cock. He knew that none of the women he'd ever been with, Lily Evans included (they'd slept together once, just a few short days before that fateful day the Marauders had accosted him and he'd lashed out at her in anger and humiliation, bringing about the end of their friendship and budding relationship with one fell swoop), could hold a candle to Hermione.
As his pleasure mounted, his thoughts dissipated, his ability to think clearly now compromised by the unbelievably talented mouth and tongue of Hermione Granger. She released his cock from between her lips with a faint popping sound, and trailed kisses along its length until she reached his heavy testicles. She traced her tongue around the sensitive flesh on the underside of his sac before drawing one of his balls into her mouth and pulling on it with her lips and tongue.
Severus's eyes popped open at that, as did his mouth, but then he gritted his teeth again as he felt the tell-tale tightening in his balls that signaled his coming orgasm. He tried once more to draw her up and away, but she refused to budge. Instead, she closed her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked roughly one last time, and he was overcome. He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, groaning through his teeth as he came in her mouth, his seed splashing onto her tongue. He felt her tongue working around him and opened his eyes, astonished to see that she was swallowing. That alone was enough to draw several more spurts of semen from him, until he thought he couldn't possibly have any more.
It turned out he was wrong. She allowed his now semi-soft cock to slip out of her mouth as she stood, but then the vixen looked him in the eye as she wiped her mouth with her hand and licked her fingers before licking her lips, a cat-like smile of satisfaction playing about those blessed lips. He was hard again in an instant.
Severus couldn't take any more teasing from the wench. So suddenly she yelped in surprise, he swung them both around so that she was pushed against the wall. But he didn't stop there. His hands closed possessively over her bare bum and he lifted her up, forcing his hips between her thighs and leaving her with little choice but to wrap her legs around his waist and hook her arms around his shoulders.
"Foolish kitten," he purred into her ear. She shuddered when he ran his tongue around the outer shell of her ear, her arms tightening reflexively around his neck. "Has no one ever told you how unwise it is to tease an ex-Death-Eater? The consequences can be…severe," he told her, those last few words spoken in a rough growl that had her pulse spiking and a flood of moisture rushing between her thighs.
"Wha-" Her voice emerged sounding cracked and rough after the nap they'd taken, so she swallowed and tried again. "What are you going to do about it?" she asked, her voice husky.
His dark eyes flashed at the sound of her voice, but he answered in a smooth drawl that was all silk and dark chocolate. "Well, since ex-Death-Eaters don't appreciate being teased even by the most charming kittens, I'm afraid you will have to be…punished."
Hermione was so completely mesmerized by his voice that she hardly even noticed him shifting her a little in his arms, so she was caught completely off-guard and cried out in surprise and pleasure when he entered her with a single powerful thrust, burying himself in her so deeply that the head of his cock pressed hard up into her cervix.
He took her hard, there against the wall, taking supreme satisfaction in the fact that in this position, he possessed all the control and all she could do was take him into her body and try to keep her head above the surface of the onslaught of her pleasure. But he allowed her no quarter, giving her no mercy as he pounded into her, delighting in her escalating moans and the rate at which she was losing control of her body.
She screwed her eyes shut as her pleasure mounted, but forced them back open when he ground out, "Look at me." She obeyed, struggling to focus her eyes on his, and when she did and saw in the depths of his gaze that he knew exactly what he was doing to her and that he was doing it deliberately, she flew apart in his arms.
Severus felt her shattering around him, and it was all he could do to keep from following her. He intended to make her come at least twice before allowing himself the same. It was incredibly difficult to manage, however; her hot sleeve was soaking wet and impossibly tight, only tightening further as she clamped down on him, but he managed. He was strengthened by the sheer beauty of her face as she came; his desire to bring that look to her face as many times as possible drove him to persevere.
He actually brought her to orgasm three times, finally allowing himself to let go as she broke the last time, realizing that she was clinging to him and moaning incoherently, only half-conscious and barely able to lift her head from where it had fallen onto his shoulder. He emptied himself into her with a guttural roar, his semen spewing from his cock to bathe her tight sleeve, and to the surprise of both of them, the sensation of his seed washing into her body wrung a fourth, albeit weak, orgasm from her.
As they both came down from their tumultuous highs, he withdrew from her body and adjusted her in his arms so that he held her in a fireman's hold. As he did so, she clung weakly to his neck and he realized she was weeping softly. He was about to panic, fearing he'd been too rough with her, but he caught a glimpse of her face and realized that hers were tears of ecstasy, not pain. He was overcome by tenderness, and he kissed her tears as he lowered them both on to the bed and drew her into his arms.
He was about to cast a wandless cleansing charm over their bodies, but she caught his wrist and said softly, "Just take it off my thighs." When he looked at her in question, she blushed and lowered her eyes, saying, "I, erm, well…I like knowing there's a small part of you still inside me, even when we're not, well, you know."
He blinked, stunned. Had he not been so worn out by their recent physical exertion, that little admission of hers would have been highly arousing. As it was, it was enough to leave him with a feeling of triumph; the wild beast that had become more and more a part of him since he'd learned how to access the forms of any animal in existence lifted its head and purred mightily at the words of its mate.
He acquiesced, and modified the charm so that it specifically cleaned only her thighs, and then he turned the charm on himself, cleansing himself completely. Then he drew her back into his arms for another short rest.
Whew. Man. Like I said, intense, eh? Well, next chapter we're back to the real world. Well, their version of the real world, you know, with witches and vampires and wolves, oh my. Next chapter we start meeting other witches and wizards. We get a visit from a particular Hogwarts matriarch. And the knowledge of Severus and Hermione's relationship reaches the first person who's not a resident of the Forks - La Push area. Let me know what you think. Thanks loves,
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