Just a little tidbit for your Sunday afternoon pleasure : )
The next morning was nearly unbearable. How was Severus supposed to see her standing in his kitchen and not sweep her off her feet and take her on the counter? How was he supposed to watch her eating her breakfast and not lay her out across the table like a feast for only him to enjoy? Atticus, that was how. The little boy chattered on through the morning, totally unaware of the sexual tension between the adults. He barely even noticed that Severus had to force himself to let Hermione go after he'd kissed her when he walked in. He didn't even see the looks of longing that passed between them. He did notice when his mummy began to smile and take very tiny nibbles of her banana. He copied her and the adults nearly choked on their food. There was no more teasing at the table that morning.
When they parted ways for the day, it was almost a relief. Apart, there was only the memories, the thought of more. When they were together, so close, it was tormenting temptation that neither could give into.
Totally unintentionally, completely by accident - really, it was just a coincidence - Severus just happened to be by the stairs when Hermione was coming back from laying Atticus down for his nap. He'd forgotten a book. A very important book that he'd needed for the rest of the day's work. It had nothing to do with the fact that she would likely be there, and that Atticus would be safely asleep in his bed for a whole two hours. Nothing at all.
"Oh, thank Merlin," Hermione breathed when she saw him loitering at the foot of the attic stairs. She raced down them more quickly than was safe, and threw herself into his arms. "Bed," she urged him, kissing him desperately. He didn't need to be told twice. He urged her legs around his waist, and sprinted them both to his bedroom. One locked door and a silencing spell later, they were tearing at each other's clothes with abandon. They tumbled down onto the bed, lips and limbs twining. Their bodies crashed together with all the urgency and wildness they'd held back the night before. Gasps and moaned echoed around the room, punctuated by the snap of skin against skin. They rose, straining for release, clawing their way towards it mindlessly. Then they broke apart, shattered together into a million little pieces of jagged pleasure. By the time they caught their breath and calmed racing hearts, they laughed at their mutual states of disarray. Hermione's shirt was twisted in her hair, her knickers caught round her ankle. Severus' cuff was still around his wrist, the rest of his shirt dangling inside out from his hand, one sock off and one sock on.
They kissed, undressed one another properly, and then set about slowly winding themselves to completion once more.
