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Resolution: Chapter 10 of 13

Severus was surprised to see the owl, and even more surprised to see Hermione�s urgent request. He hadn�t been expecting her back until the following week. She was supposed to be taking some time off and enjoying herself at the Burrow. Not that he minded seeing her mid-week. He had become accustomed to having her around and found he missed her when she was away.

She arrived at his quarters in time for lunch. He was in his study, recording the final marks of an essay he had assigned to his third year potions students. �Having second thoughts already?� he teased without looking up.

When she didn�t respond, he felt his stomach clench. The look on her face told him he had been right. He swallowed hard and shook his head. She deserved better than him and she had finally realized it. Looking back at her, he saw the fear in her eyes. Was she afraid he�d be angry that she had changed her mind? It didn�t matter; one look into those huge brown puppy dog eyes and he couldn�t hold a grudge if his life depended on it.

Her tears had already started to fall as he crossed the room towards her.

�I can�t do this, Severus. I�m sorry, I�m so sorry.�

�Why are you sorry?� he asked, brushing a stray curl from her face.

�I never thought� I forgot all about it, really. It would never work. I couldn�t possibly meet the terms of the contract. I wish I could. I�m sorry.�

He put his hands on her shoulders. �What are you talking about, Hermione? What terms of the contract?�

�The thirty day consummation clause,� she choked out.

�Is that what you�re worried about?�

She nodded.

�Anything else?�

She shook her head.

Relief flooded through him as he pulled her against him, holding her tight. He wanted to laugh. �What if I told you I could get rid of that clause all together? Then would you marry me?�

�In a heartbeat,� she said, holding on to him as if his words could make all of her worries go away. �But it would be unfair of me to ask that of you. And I��

When she didn�t continue, Severus asked, �And you what?�

�Do you want children? Because I don�t even know if I can have any and that�s rather selfish of me too, to ask you to sacrifice your dreams for me.�

�Always the thoughtful one,� he said, kissing her the top of her head and leading her to the couch. �Now, one thing at a time. I am not worried about the consummation clause. Under the circumstances, I�m sure we can work something out with the Ministry. As for your childbearing capabilities, I believe Poppy said that you may or may not be able to have children. Hermione, no witch knows for certain if she�ll be able to bear children. Lastly, as for what I want, I want you to be happy. I could be happy with or without children. Children are not a requirement.�

�But you wouldn�t be opposed to having them?�

�No, I would not.�

�And you�ll love me no matter what?�

�No matter what, Hermione, I will always love you.�

Severus thought the matter had been laid to rest. They spent the rest of the day together enjoying each other�s company. As they lay in bed that evening staring at the ceiling Hermione had enchanted to look like the evening sky, Hermione asked the question that must have been bothering her all day.

�What if I can�t ever have sex, Severus? Then what? The Ministry won�t allow a union that has no chance of ever being consummated.�

�Hermione, I am not interested in having sex with you. I want to make love to you. No one has ever made love to you before.�

�I don�t even know what making love is,� she replied in a defeated voice.

�We make love everyday, when we share breakfast together, when you rub my back, when I kiss you goodnight, when we sleep in each other�s arms. Making love is so much more than the act of consummation. That is what I want to share with you.�

Hermione closed her eyes. �I want to believe I could make love to you, I really do. But I�m scared, Severus.�

�Tell me what you�re afraid of.�

�It�ll hurt too much. I don�t ever want to go through that pain again.�

�Making love should never hurt, Hermione.�

After a moment, she added, �And it�ll bring back the memories. It�ll bring back the nightmares. I�m afraid I won�t be able to separate you from Lucius. What if I can�t?�

�You will be able to, I assure you. What we share will be nothing like what happened to you in the past.�

She seemed to consider his words for a long while. �Severus?�

�Hmm?�

�Will you tell me how a man makes love to a woman? Maybe if I knew, maybe it wouldn�t seem so scary.�

Severus�s mouth went dry. �What would you like to know?�

She took a deep breath and he saw the courage it took for her to ask for what she thought she needed. �Everything. Tell me everything. Tell me what the man does to the woman and what the woman does to the man. Tell me how they respond to each other. Maybe then I would believe you that it doesn�t have to be painful. Maybe then I would believe that I could do that someday.�

He saw the timidity in her eyes. She desperately wanted to believe she could be one of those women who could be made love to, who could make love to a man in return. Trying to buy himself some time, he said, �There are many different ways to make love.�

�Then tell me how you envision making love to me.�

He felt as if she had just punched him in the gut and knocked the wind out of him. She wanted to hear his fantasy. Lord, what had he gotten himself into? The mere thought of what he wanted to do her made his heart rate increase and his body respond in kind. He took a deep breath and clasped his hands behind his head, knowing that if he touched her, he would surely lose it.

He cleared his throat, desperate to regain his composure. He would have to choose his words very carefully. He wanted her to get the sense that the woman was in complete control. He never wanted her to feel forced into anything with him.

He closed his eyes and pictured them together, as they were now, both laying on their backs, fully clothed, looking at the enchanted ceiling. It could start like this. It could start any number of ways.

�The man and woman spend several weeks courting each other. It�s like a dance. They both give and take, getting to know each other on a more personal level. They have dinner together, they take walks together, they talk about everything under the sun. They laugh together. They find themselves wanting to spend more and more time with one another. They miss each other when they are apart.�

�Soon, they find comfort in each other�s touch. At first, it�s just a simple gesture; brushing by one another when they walk past each other, holding hands, embracing. Eventually, they kiss. At first, it�s a tentative kiss, both unsure of each other�s reactions. But soon the kisses turn more passionate, filled with love and a longing to be together. Over time, they both decide that they want to take that next step, they want to be even closer, they want to be intimate. That intimacy too is a dance, each one giving, each one taking, both finding pleasure in one another.�

He took a deep breath, considering how he was going to do this. �Perhaps it begins with a kiss. They are standing together, looking into each other�s eyes, and he kisses her. Just a graze of the lips at first, but soon she wraps her arms around his neck, drawing him nearer. He runs his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer as their tongues meet. The sensation of kissing alone sends warmth throughout their bodies and makes them long to be even closer, to touch even more.� He tried to clear the image of her soft, ready lips from his mind. How easy it would be to begin that way with her. Even with his eyes closed he could picture her perfectly.

He had to take this slow, he knew, but in his mind, he was racing forward at neck breaking speed towards the grand finale. Steadying his resolve, he continued. �Her hand traces his cheek, his neck, his collar bone. She trails her hands down his chest, feeling the cotton fabric sliding under her fingers. He trembles under her touch, longing to feel her skin against his.� He paused momentarily; she was laying perfectly still, her eyes closed, an expression of concentration on her face.

Closing his eyes again, he continued. �He kisses the corner of her mouth then, her cheek, her earlobe, her neck. His only intention to make her feel as much pleasure as her touch brings him. He kisses his way down to the vee of her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it as he goes, tasting each new sliver of flesh that is revealed to him. As her shirt falls away, he slides his hands up to caress the swell of her flesh through her bra. A sigh of pleasure escapes her lips as she runs her fingers along his back, lost in his touch. As he eases the straps off her shoulders, he revels in the sight of her beautiful breasts. His finger works their way back down to their tender flesh, caressing her soft skin into hard peaks. Soon, his mouth replaces his fingers as he eases her ready flesh into his mouth. Gently, he licks and suckles her nipple, circling it with his tongue, feeling the way it slides easily around his mouth, getting harder by the second. She shudders under his ministrations, feeling the warmth of his mouth sending jolts of wetness to other parts of her body. Eventually, he lets go to give the other nipple equal attention, amazed at the way her body responds to his, making him desire her even more.� He could picture her as the fantasy played out in his mind; Hermione�s beautiful body splayed beneath him, eager, ready, waiting. He could feel himself getting more and more aroused by the images his words created, images he had seen in his mind�s eye more times than he could count.

�Gradually, he works his way down to her stomach, kissing the soft flesh there, his hands sliding down her sides and coming to rest on the curve of her hips. He works the button and zipper of her jeans free, pulling them from her only when she raises her hips in invitation. Then he kisses his way down her leg to her knee before placing kisses on her inner thigh, working his way back up as his fingers lead the way with feather-light touches. She opens her legs to him in anticipation, letting him feel the heat radiating off of her. He kisses her through her underwear, her hips lifting to welcome him. She�s very wet and very hot.� Just the thought of kissing her there was turning him on beyond belief. His erection was throbbing painfully, begging for release.

His voice raspy, his fingers clenched tightly together, he continued. �With her permission, he removes her panties, trailing kisses along her tender flesh. He tastes her wondrous juices as he licks inside of her, his tongue soft and warm and wet.� He sensed the moment her breathing changed, sending him into a frenzy of desire. His voice and breathing were both ragged as the images flashed through his mind. �He licks her folds as well, up to her rosy bud which is ever so inviting. And then, he sucks her into his mouth, laving and caressing the flesh, bringing her to a feverish point. She rocks against him, lost in the incredible sensations enervating her body, her fingers entangled in his hair, urging him not to stop.� He felt the bed shift slightly under the unconscious sway of her hips, the undeniable yearning his words brought forth. He clasped his fingers tighter, fighting the urge to do with his hands what he was saying with his mouth. �Soon, he feels her reaching the height of sensation, her body shaking in anticipation and pure ecstasy as she tumbles over the edge in a rush of feeling, her orgasm sending waves of delight throughout her entire body.�

He looked at her then, saw the flush on her cheeks, the moisture on her lips. He yearned to kiss her, to take her, to make her his. He closed his eyes and groaned inwardly at the thought.

The sound of her voice brought him back to reality.

�Does he like it as well? Kissing her there, I mean?�

�Oh gods, yes. He loves it. He can�t get enough of her. She tastes wonderful.�

�And then what?�

He took a deep breath, wondering how on earth he was going to get through this without laying a hand on her. �And then she lays him on his back and takes his shirt off. She runs her hands along his chest, teasing his nipples into hard points that send desire spiraling through his body. She trails her fingers to his stomach, leaving soft kisses in their wake. He trembles under her touch as she trails her fingers even lower, teasing him every so slightly. When he�s sure he�s going to burst with desire, she runs her fingers along the length of his arousal concealed only by the fabric of his pants,� just as surely as his was now, �before slipping the rest of his clothes off of him.� He shifted, hoping to ease the intense ache in his groin. �Slowly, she explores the contours of his naked body with the soft touch of her fingers. She traces his hard shaft with reverence while she cups his testicles with the other hand, gently massaging them. He moans with longing and arches into her touch. Soon, it�s not just her hand that�s touching him, but her mouth, as she lays soft kisses along his flesh. And then, she takes him inside of her mouth, all of him.� It took all of his self control not to strain against her imagined touch, not to lift his hips off the bed in search of her warm wetness, not to give into the rhythm his body so desperately longed for. �Holding the base of him with one hand, she slides him in and out, allowing his reaction to set the pace.� Remembering her question from before, he added, �She loves the feel of him in her mouth, loves to know how much her touch pleases him. Soon, he is shaking with need and gently pushes her away, knowing he won�t be able to last much longer if she keeps it up.� He was sure he would orgasm right then and there if he didn�t remain perfectly still. He was only vaguely aware of her laying next him. He was so caught up in her imagined ministrations he was having a difficult time remembering that he needed to handle this with extra care. He longed to jump on top of her and plunge deep inside, making love to her hard and fast, desire meeting desire, her nails digging into his skin. That would happen someday, he was sure, but not now.

Reining in his fragile control, he strove to give her what she needed. He took a long, deep breath before continuing. �And then, she slips on top of him, her wet folds caressing his hard flesh and lubricating it as she slides back and forth across the length of him. The rubbing motion drives her ever closer to the edge as her fingers dance across his chest.� His breath was coming in short, raspy waves as he imagined her on top of him, riding him, her fingers caressing his nipples, begging him to take her. �When she�s ready, she takes his manhood in her hand and slowly guides it to her opening, teasing him with her exquisite wetness. He can feel how hot and ready she is and he longs to be deep inside of her, but he doesn�t rush her. When she is ready, she eases him inside, reveling in the feeling of him filling her completely, as he revels in the feeling of her holding him tightly, her walls caressing him and drawing him in deeper.� He had lost himself to his fantasy, his hands firmly clasped behind his head to keep him from touching her. Unconsciously, he rocked into the image of her, his erection straining restlessly for release.

�Hermione!� he gasped, his eyes flying open. His heart raced wildly as her fingers slid over his arousal. Merlin, she felt good. He dug his fingernails into his opposing knuckles.

�And then what?� she asked, breathless, imploring him to continue as she stroked his erection through his pants.

�And then� and then� Oh gods, Hermione!� He was no longer arching into air; she had settled herself on top of him. He could feel her heat and wetness through the thin layers of cotton that separated them.

�And then, he is all of the way inside her, her walls squeezing him tightly as she rocks against him.�

His words set her in motion. She rocked back and forth; her actions bringing him ever closer to the release he yearned for.

�Where are his hands?� she asked, her voice husky with desire.

His hands, his hands. They are massaging her breasts, grasping them, bringing them to his mouth. �They are on her hips,� he managed to croak out.

She reached for his wrists and pulled his arms down, gliding her fingers along his smooth skin while placing his hands on her hips.

�And where are her hands?�

�On his chest,� he barely rasped out as she slid her hand under his shirt and found his nipples, rolling them in her fingers as he moaned at her touch.

�And then what?� she asked.

His mind was leaving him. How on earth could she expect him to continue? His hands were on her hips, guiding her rocking motions to meet his needs. He couldn�t hold back. The feel of her was exquisite. �Hermione,� he whispered, need clear in his voice.

�What happens next?� she whispered.

Focusing his concentration on her, he began again. �And then they move together as one, lost in each other�s rhythm.� His words were no longer merely thoughts, but actions as they rocked against each other, seeking completion in one another. He could feel her getting closer, her movements were more erratic, her breath quick and uneven. �And then, he feels her walls closing in around him, squeezing him and releasing him, drawing him ever nearer.� He paused, struggling to maintain his hold on reality. �Suddenly, her body begins to shudder as her orgasm takes over.�

�Oh God, Severus, oh God, oh God, oh God!�

He held her hips tight to keep her in contact with him. �He feels her body letting go and he can�t hold on much longer.�

�Severus!� she screamed, her whole body quaking against his.

And in that instant, he lost it, groaning out his own release against her willing flesh, his hands still on her hips, her quaking body draining the last of his fluids from him. He pulled her shaking body against his trembling one. He had never experienced anything so intense in all his life.

Long moments passed as they lay against each other, lost in each other�s embrace.

�Hermione, are you okay?� he managed to say between labored breaths.

When she didn�t answer, he lifted her face to meet his eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks. �Oh, God, Hermione. Did I hurt you? Please talk to me.�

�Kiss me.�

And so he did. He kissed her long and lavishly, slowly, passionately. He kissed her until they both were too exhausted to think anymore. When he laid her back on the bed, her tears were gone.

�I never knew.� Her voice was meek and humble. �I never knew making love could be like that, so gentle, so loving, so wonderful.� In a much quieter voice, she added. �I never knew I could have an orgasm.�

He wanted to tell her that she could have several, one right after the other, but now was not the time. Instead, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her again.
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