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Resolution: Chapter 12 of 13

They were married in July in a traditional Wizarding ceremony. It had been a perfect day, with the weather outshined only by the beauty of his bride: Hermione Snape. She had taken his name. The Linking of the Rings ritual was performed, and as soon as it was complete, Severus felt her overwhelming happiness. It was strange feeling someone else so clearly, but he did not regret it. Since that day, they had worked on honing their skills. While less strong emotions could still be sensed, they were vague at most.

One thing he hadn�t anticipated was the transference of strong physical sensations. One evening, he was in his lab working on a particularly volatile and temperamental potion. Without warning, the potion boiled over, badly burning one of his hands. Before he even had time to think, Hermione was at his side, gasping in horror at the sight of his oozing flesh.

He was grasping the wrist of his injured hand, while she frantically uttered some healing charms before rushing him off to Madam Pomfrey.

�How did you know?� he asked as she led him through the winding corridors towards the Infirmary.

�I was reading in the study when suddenly it felt as if my hand was on fire. The next thing I knew, I was running for your labs. The link was drawing me to you. I didn�t know it worked for intense physical sensations.�

�Nor did I,� he said, pondering the implications of that new development.

After that incident, Severus wondered just what other wonders their link held for them. He had felt close to Hermione in the past, but the link seemed to strengthen their bond every day. He could feel the fear, pain, and revulsion that went along with her nightmares, he could feel her desperation as she raced against the clock to finish an exam, and he could feel her love for him when they lay in bed together in the evenings in each other�s arms. He often wondered if she could feel the desire he felt for her; perhaps she could but didn�t realize what it was.

That desire grew every day. It had been almost three months since they were married. He had made a promise to himself that he would wait for her to come to him. He would not pressure her. He knew that when she did finally come to him, it would be well worth the wait. Until then, he would just have to satisfy himself and give her the time and space she needed.

For the eve of their three month wedding anniversary, Severus had planned a romantic dinner for Hermione. At the last minute, though, Dumbledore had asked him to take care of some urgent business that could not wait. He knew he wouldn�t be back until very late that evening. There was nothing he dreaded more than disappointing his wife.

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Hermione was looking forward to a relaxing evening with Severus. He had promised her a romantic dinner, something they didn�t do often enough in her opinion. She also had something else planned, something she was sure he had been waiting for since the day they were married. When she arrived back at their chambers, he was gone. She closed her eyes, pushing back the tears. Had he forgotten? She slipped into the bedroom to change out of her school clothes. It was dark, but the scent of roses filled the air. As she lit the room with her wand, she was stunned to see their bed covered with red roses and white moonflowers; their wedding flowers. In the center lay a box of Honeyduke�s chocolates surrounded by her favorite desserts; courtesy of the house elves she was sure. And there was a note promising to make it up to her. She pushed the flowers aside and lay on the bed, inhaling his scent. He had waited this long for her; surely she could wait one more day to put her plans into action. She lay back, imagining what it would be like, her only goal making him as happy as he made her.

She reached over and rubbed the leaves of the enchanted pepper plant, as she was prone to do when she was nervous. It had become a sort of ritual, and it was always amusing to see what color blooms the plant produced. This evening, they were orange and red��courage and passion��and in the very center, a large, pale yellow blossom had sprouted. She ate that one first. Images of her scarred body flickered through her mind, followed quickly by a sense of calm and self-acceptance. She grasped at the feeling, struggling to incorporate it into her being. This was who she was, like it or not, and denying it or running from it would not change it. Severus accepted her; she knew she needed to the do the same. She let the feelings float through her as she imagined Severus loving her imperfect body. When she touched the plant again, white flowers sprang to life. She ate some of those as well, feelings of peace and tranquility spilling through her. The orange and red ones she would save for tomorrow when she needed them most. Tonight, she would take a look at all of those frighteningly skimpy wedding night gifts she had received and swore she�d never use.

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Severus returned to their quarters well after midnight. He was muddy, sweaty, and exhausted. Dumbledore�s urgent business had been recruiting Severus to search the Forbidden Forest for some exotic plant species that was needed to save a student�s life. He thought it ironic that he should be sent; after all, both Professor Sprout and Hermione would have been better suited to the task. But he also knew that Dumbledore did not relish sending anyone into the depths of the Forbidden Forest and Severus was the least likely to get himself killed. Nevertheless, Severus could think of numerous ways he would have rather spent his evening, not the least of which was sleeping gracefully at arm�s reach. He showered quickly and slipped on the black cotton pants he slept in. Crawling into bed beside his wife, he swept her hair from her face, kissing her forehead before curling his body around hers. As exhausted as he was, he still noticed the thin satin material that clung to her body and the even smoother texture of her skin that meshed with his. This was certainly something new. She always slept in a long, cotton nightgown that left everything to the imagination. He wondered where she had gotten this piece of lingerie and instantly regretted it as his body started responding to the images forming in his mind. Groaning inwardly, he rolled away from her. She was fast asleep, which was what he needed to be as well.

As the webs of sleep began to part, he vaguely recognized the feeling of her fingertips stroking his chest. This was not so unusual; he often awoke to her running her fingers along the planes of his chest. He found her exploration of his body amusing. What was different, he realized, was the warm wetness of her mouth on his nipple. He barely stifled a gasp at the sensation her mouth was sending through his body. He wasn�t sure what she was doing; he only hoped she would continue doing it. Soon, he felt her gentle kisses traveling down his abdomen. She couldn�t possibly be heading where he hoped she was. As her fingers led the way, he felt his desire spiraling out of control. He inhaled sharply at the feel of her fingers dancing across his clothed erection. He groaned at the feel of her deliberate strokes. Then, she moved her hands to his waistband and tugged gently. Obediently, he raised his hips as she slid his clothing away. He settled back on the bed, hoping against hope that this wasn�t a dream.

He hadn�t even realized that his hand was stroking her satin covered back. Opening his eyes, he saw the sexy piece of red satin that barely covered her curves. He smirked, wondering whom he had to thank for her attire. His thoughts fled as she returned to caressing his now naked body. Her hands danced up his inner thighs, the fingers of one of her hands gently stroking his package while her other hand stroked his arousal. He watched her study him, touch him, examine him. He had never been treated so clinically and so reverently at the same time. He was about to ask her if she liked what she saw when her lips touched him; gently at first, trailing kisses up his length. And then, more passionately, as her mouth claimed him, slipping him inside. A moan of pure pleasure escaped from deep within him. His hand had worked its way up under the satin and was stroking her back. He was utterly lost in her, his hips rocking slowly against her. He stilled instantly, though, when he felt her stiffen. He held his breath, not sure of her state of mind. Tuning into their bond he could feel something he couldn�t quite name, but knew in that instant her hesitance was due to her body and not his own.

Lightly stroking her back, he became aware of the scars that slid under the pads of his fingers. �Hermione, I love you, and I love your body. It is beautiful, all of it. I would never wish what happened to you upon anyone, but if it had not, we would not be where we are today. We would not be making love, Mrs. Snape. And believe me, there�s no place I�d rather be than here with you.�

He sighed as he felt her relax under his touch. He wanted her to feel the desire he felt, the desire she made him feel. He ran his fingers along her back, her sides, over her luscious bottom, and up her inner thighs, careful just to tease and not to touch. He wanted to ignite her desire; he didn�t want to scare her. He had already decided that aside from his tongue, his manhood would be the only thing to penetrate her, and that would be of her own choosing.

He knew he was working magic with his hands when her breathing changed and her own attentions to him increased in pace. Soon he was getting lost in her again, his body rocking against her, seeking its own pleasure as his fingers danced across her flesh. He could feel the sensation building within him. It would be so easy to just let go, but he�d rather reach completion buried deep inside of her. Her hand clasped around his base and worked effortlessly to glide him in and out of her mouth. When her other hand ventured back to caress his package, he almost lost it.

�Hermione!� he gasped, trying to pull away from her. As much as he wanted release, the last thing he wanted was to surprise her. He wasn�t entirely sure what Lucius had done to her, but he didn�t think testing the waters by letting go while she was kissing him would be a good way to find out.

She pulled back then and kissed his stomach. The next thing he knew, she was straddling him. He swallowed hard against the feel of her warm, wet folds encompassing him, her hands on his chest.

�I could feel you,� she whispered. �I could feel your desire, I could feel you getting close. It was like I was getting close.�

�And now?� he asked, breathless, straining not to move beneath her, to ride the tide he felt consuming him.

�You�re still close,� she said, smiling.

She closed her eyes and started to rock against him. He reached for her hips and then thought better of it, clenching his hands in the bed sheets instead. She slipped forward on him, his tip nudging her opening, causing a fresh wave of desire to course through him. But what he suddenly felt from her was anything but desire.

Her eyes were closed, her fists suddenly clenched along with her teeth. Her body began to tremble. She was shaking her head.

�Hermoine, look at me,� he demanded.

She didn�t respond.

�Hermione!� He sat up and grabbed her shoulders, sliding her back off of him. �Love, please, look at me. I won�t hurt. I would never hurt you.� His voice was soft, pleading.

Finally she opened her eyes as if seeing him for the first time, as if realizing it was him and not Lucius.

�Come here,� he said, pulling her body against his and rocking her in his arms. She was still shaking slightly as she buried her head in the crook of his neck.

�I�m sorry, I�m so sorry.�

�Shh�. You have nothing to apologize for.�

�I want this Severus, I really do. I want you to make love to me. I want to make new memories. I want to replace all those old memories. I want to think of you when I think of this. I want to get lost in you and forget anything bad ever happened to me. I want you to make me forget, Severus. I want you to give me something to remember.�

He held her tight for long moments before rolling her onto her back. When her eyes met his, he said, �I have an idea.� He ran his fingers along her face before kissing her gently on the lips. �Let me make you feel what I feel for you. If anything I do makes you uncomfortable or if you want to stop, just tell me, or tap me on the shoulder, and I will stop. We don�t have to do anything you don�t want to do.�

Seeing the skepticism in her eyes, he added, �Hermione, we have the rest of our lives together. There is no need to rush.�

Running his fingers gently down her arm, he continued. �I want you to focus on the pleasure you feel within your body, nothing else. I don�t want you to think or to analyze. All you need to do is feel. Concentrate on the softness of my touch, the warmth of my kisses, the sensations they send through your body. If you get scared, concentrate on our link and the things you feel from me.�

With her nod of approval, he began kissing her again, murmuring endearments as his kisses trailed down her neck. His hand glided over the thin satin covering her skin. He longed to remove the garment and revel in her naked body, but he wouldn�t. He would let her make that choice when she was ready. He only hoped that he could make her ready.

His lips followed his hands, traveling down her chest, between her breasts, down her stomach, and coming to rest just above her pubic bone. He laid his cheek on her abdomen, trying to reel in his own desire. He could feel the beat of her heart. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. He smiled. She was more ready than she knew.

Looking into her cautious eyes, he ran his hands over the spaghetti straps of her lingerie, letting his fingers linger on her upper arms.

�Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Mrs. Snape?� Do you have any idea how much I want you right now? How long I�ve wanted you?

She shook her head.

�Who do I have to thank for this garment?�

�Ginny,� she said, in a shy voice. �Do you like it?�

He quirked his eyebrows and growled. �Indeed.� But I�d like it even more if it were lying on the floor right about now.

Still holding her gaze, he gently ran his fingers along the outsides of her breasts and down her sides, gauging her reaction. When she responded favorably, he repeated his actions. Soon, he was circling her breasts through the satin. She had closed her eyes; her cheeks were flushed. He closed his eyes too, relishing the feel of her beneath his fingers. Her breasts were the perfect size. He slipped his fingers around her already hard nipples, caressing them until a soft moan escaped her lips. Soon his mouth was covering them, warming them.

He slid his hand slightly under the edge of the satin which rested mid-thigh. �May I?� he inquired, his mouth still suckling her nipple.

�Please,� she responded.

That simple plea sent fireworks of desire through his body. Slowly, he slipped his hand beneath the garment, feeling her quivering stomach as he worked his hand up to her breast. He whispered endearments to her as he touched her, knowing she needed his reassurance. Relief washed through him as her fingers wound their way into his hair, silently pleading for more. With the utmost of patience, he slipped the garment up until her breast was exposed, moving his lips to touch her flesh. He felt her fingers tangle painfully in his hair when he took her nipple into his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue. He slid his hand down her stomach, coming to rest in her nest of curls. He would not rush her. He gave her breasts equal attention with his mouth before trailing kisses down her stomach. He gently cupped the palm of his hand over her essence, absorbing its heat and wetness and letting her get used to the feel of him. Making sure she was still handling everything well, he slowly dragged his index and ring fingers along the crease where her inner things met the parts of her he wanted to kiss most, carefully to touch nothing of consequence. He repeated his motions until she raised her hips to meet his touch, desire clearly building within her. It was then that he knew she was ready.

His hands caressed her inner thighs while he kissed her curls. He would demand nothing of her. She would give him access when she was ready. He hovered over her, allowing the warmth of his breath to make her beg for his touch. Strategically placing kisses, she soon spread her legs to give him full access. Gracefully, he slipped between them, planting chaste kisses along the length of her. God, she was beautiful. Her rosy bud was begging for attention and he had ever intention of giving her all that she wanted. He dipped his tongue into her folds, circling the area that most needed attention while carefully avoiding her entrance so as to not to trigger her. He needed to distract her first. Her body moved of its own accord, seeking out its pleasure. He allowed her to find it, as his lips encircled her bud, sucking it very gently. She gasped at his touch, raising her hips to meet him more fully. Her desire spiraled through him��the bond. He had planned on taking it slow, on bringing on her to climax in sure, sweet strokes. But her desire was stoking his own, and soon he was sucking on her intently as her body responded to his. It went deeper than that, though, he could feel her approaching climax deep down inside of him. The bond was giving him that, as if it was his own orgasm that was approaching.

Suddenly, she was pushing him away and scrambling up the bed. Confusion swept through his desire-fogged brain before her voice brought him back to reality.

�Please, Severus, make love to me. I want you. I need you. I want to reach this place together.�

He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, allowing her the control and security he knew she needed. It took all of his control to hold back and not thrust into her. She was warm and wet��and scared, he reminded himself. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to relax and watch as she took him in her hand and clumsily guided him inside of her. She looked to him for approval. As their eyes met, he conveyed all the love and warmth he could, nodding slightly to let her know she was doing just fine. He maintained her gaze, watching her closely to make sure she was doing okay. When he was fully sheathed within her, she let out her breath, settling against him as she got used to the feel of him filling her.

�You feel incredible, Hermione,� he whispered, restraining his hands from grabbing her hips and creating the rhythm he so longed for. As if sensing what he needed, she started rocking back and forth, very slowly at first. He knew he wouldn�t be able to last long; he had waited too long for this. He wanted her to come with him, though, and that would require a slight adjustment in positioning. Gently, he pulled her down towards him, kissing her gently as she rocked against him. He pushed her hips back until he could feel her rocking movements change to pleasure herself as well. Her sigh confirmed she had found the right place. Soon her rocking increased and her shyness evaporated. He was still holding on to his control when her words shattered any hope he might have of maintaining it.

�Severus� I want� oh God� I need to feel your skin against mine� Please�� She was struggling to get free of the satin that stood in her way.

In an instant, he had pulled the garment over her head and got the briefest glimpse of her incredible body before she collapsed against him, her breasts bouncing fervently against his own chest. Without conscious effort, his hands were on her hips, rocking them both towards climax. When her lips touched his, he felt her orgasm surge through him as if it were his own. In an instant, she was crying out his name as he gave in to his own release, rocking hard against her as her body milked the last of his seed from him.

�Hermione,� he said breathlessly, �Did you feel what I felt? Did you feel it through the bond?�

�Yes,� she rasped. �Yes, I felt you. I felt your orgasm at the same time I felt mine.�

Their eyes met in a sated, love-filled gaze.

�That was incredible,� they both whispered at the same time before bursting out laughing.

Severus squeezed her against him as he rolled them both to their sides, limbs intertwined.

�Thank you for making love to me, Severus,� Hermione finally said, leaning in to kiss her husband.

�It was my pleasure.�

On a whim, Hermione reached over and rubbed the leaves of the enchanted pepper plant. For the first time ever, no blooms came forth. Severus smiled; the woman he had grown to love was definitely on the road to recovery.
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