A/N: First chapter without the Granggob. I couldn't very well have her watching and commenting. A shame.
But don't worry, she'll be back!
Chapter 8
The door to the bedroom flew open and rebounded from the wall with a resounding smack. In a tangle of limbs, Severus stumbled inside, his hands occupied travelling over the body of the woman in his arms.
When they finally reached the bed, he dropped her onto it, only to follow her a second later, settling between her legs as he captured her lips with his. Hermione could not suppress a groan as he explored her mouth while one of his hands found her breast.
She was overwhelmed by his touch, his taste and his incredible smell. For so many years, she had forbidden herself to come too close to him because his scent, a delicious mixture of herbs, minerals and sandalwood had tugged at something deep inside of her that made her long for more.
To be finally able to kiss him, taste him, was a revelation to her. A fire burned inside her body with a heat she had not known before. Where his fingertips skimmed over her body, they left scorching trails. She did not think she could wait another minute to have all of him.
Her fingertips frantically attacked the buttons of his coat, only to be brushed away a second later by his hands, quickly doing the deed himself while she took the time to slip out of her clothes. When their naked skin touched, both hissed with pleasure. Their eyes locked again, and for a minute, neither of them moved, both breathlessly observing the reactions of the other.
She searched his dark eyes for doubts or hesitation, but only found desire and excitement. She pushed up her hips into his body and watched his eyes flutter shut.
"Please," she whispered, feeling on the brink already.
Although technically, she was no longer a virgin, she still did not think of herself as having had sex before. Ron had only been half way in, and that only for a second before the heel of her foot had kicked at his chest, catapulting him off the bed. She had not known how flexible she was until that night. She just wished she could have discovered the fact in a very different way. Maybe there was still time for that, she thought with a smirk as she wrapped her legs around Severus' waist, establishing firm contact between their lower bodies.
He cursed softly as his body spasmed in reaction to her touch. He lifted himself up on his elbows, moving his hips so he was seated at her entrance. She squeezed her thighs in encouragement and as he slowly pressed inside of her, their eyes found each other once again.
She was lost in the sensations coursing through her. It was as if he had filled a missing part of her she had not known existed. Waves of pleasure were rocking her body in time with his movements, made all the more intense by the way they were looking at each other.
She loved seeing how his face twisted in ecstasy, almost akin to pain. She felt the excitement build as she perused the lines of his face while he moved above her. He increased his rhythm, carrying her higher. When she saw his teeth biting into his lower lip, the sensual image finally sent her over the brink. Crying out his name, she arched her back, her nails biting into the flesh of his shoulders. He followed her a minute later with a growled moan. He rested his forehead on hers for a minute, catching his breath before rolling to the side as not to crush her.
Hermione snuggled up against him. As he wrapped his arm around her, she sighed contently. Outwards, she appeared completely calm, but inside, everything was in turmoil.
She had wanted to know how she felt about him. Now she knew. She was madly in love with her dark, snarky, and most likely unavailable former Potions professor. She wanted to kick herself for taking that final step, but at the same time, she knew she would not give up this experience for anything. It had been mind-blowing.
Her head spinning with thoughts while her body grew heavy, she fell asleep without noticing.
Severus Snape was lying in his bed, wide awake.
It had been amazing. AMAZING.
He looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms with wonder. How could she have elicited such a reaction from his body?
He had engaged in sexual relations before, but he had never felt anything for the women he had been with. It had been pleasurable, but that had been the extent of it. When he had heard others blabbering on about the magic of the experience, he had always thought they were just exaggerating for the sake of the story or their ego. But now, he finally understood. There was magic in the experience. At least, there could be.
When she had run her hands along his body, it had felt as if electricity had sparked between them. His skin had tingled from her touch, raising goosebumps despite the heat. The way she had tasted and moved and sounded…
He had often imagined how sex with the love of his life – he did not want to think about her name right now – would have been, but this experience had surpassed everything that he had come up with in his mind. Sex with Granger had proven to be…
OUTSTANDING! The voice in the back of his mind supplied. Not surprising, though – Granger has proven to be outstanding in nearly every skill.
The voice had started to sound a lot like the Granggob, Snape noticed.
He stretched his body, trying to gather his thoughts. There had been a reason why he had done this –
Because it had been fucking AMAZING! The Grangvoice interjected.
He had wanted to find out more about what he felt for Granger. And know he knew… nothing. He was more confused than ever.
The Grangvoice cackled in the back of his mind.
How could he feel that much for Granger when he had never felt that much for anyone before?
Aside from Lily, he quickly pointed out to keep the Grangvoice from speaking. Could it really be true that he had another shot at love? It seemed so impossible, after all this time.
A part of him would always be convinced there was only one woman for him. Always.
What he had felt for Lily had been one of a kind, a deep, all-consuming love. How could he ever be sure that what he felt for Granger was the real thing, and not some misguided desire that would flare out after a couple of weeks? He felt doubts creep up in his mind.
Oh, no! Here we go again… the Grangvoice sighed.
He regarded his feelings for both women from all sides, feeling none the wiser.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. Why had he not thought of this before? There was a way to know for sure!
Quietly, he slipped out of Granger's embrace and out of the bed, silently donning his clothes.
Are you just going to leave her like this?! The Grangvoice asked pointedly.
He pulled out a piece of parchment, scribbled a note and left it on the pillow next to her head.
Oh, that is so much better now. She'll be thrilled to discover herself not alone after a night of unexpected passion but in the pleasant company of a hastily scribbled note.
Severus scowled and tried to quell the guilt rising up in his stomach. He did not want to hurt her, but he needed to know now. He could not stand this confusion any longer. He gave her a last, lingering look before he closed the door and walked off with purposeful strides.
A/N: Oh-oh, Severus! Where is he off to now? What do you think?