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The Potions Master's Baby	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 63467 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Twelve: A Lover�s Touch

The halls were deserted as Severus escorted Hermione back to her rooms. She was tired and still cranky thanks to the reactions of their co-workers. She did not appreciate their negative opinions of him and she became quite defensive about it. He was honored by her valiant defense of him, though he shouldn�t have been surprised, she was a Gryffindor and notorious for her defense of the downtrodden.

It had helped when Minerva congratulated them publicly; making a point of telling them how happy she was for them, even though she and Poppy were the only two who knew the truth of their situation. Still, her acceptance of their relationship and their status as unmarried expectant parents would guide the others in their behavior, at least in public. Severus didn�t care one whit how they thought of him, but he would not have her upset by the catty behavior of the others.

�Well, I should bid you goodnight.� Severus said as they reached her door.

�Come inside, please?� She said, clinging to his arm.

�It is very late��

�Just for a little bit, please, Severus?� She gave her password and dragged him through the door into her chambers. �I just don�t want to be alone.� She said, pulling him through to her sitting room.

�For just a bit then.� He said, settling onto her obnoxiously plush sofa and wishing she would get something less�comfortable.

�Let me get out of this gown, I will be right back.� She said, laughing at him as he sank into the cushy sofa. She disappeared into her bedroom and Severus laid his head back and closed his eyes. He didn�t realize that he had dozed off until he felt her curling up against him, her head resting on his chest and her arm across his stomach.

�I apologize; I didn�t mean to fall asleep.� He said, his arm draping over her shoulders and holding her close.

�No, don�t apologize, this feels nice.� She said, snuggling closer. She was right, Severus thought, it did feel rather nice.

�Are you feeling alright?� He asked, his fingers running through her curls.

�Yes, a bit tired, my feet are a little sore from the shoes.� She said, turning her face so that she was staring into his eyes. �How about you? They were pretty hard on you.�

�Nothing they say bothers me, Hermione. I am only concerned that they upset you.� He said.

�I don�t like how they view you. You aren�t the bogey man they try to make you out to be.� She reached up to smooth his furrowed brow, rubbing the little lines between his eyes.

�I don�t mind. Only you see me differently and that is fine with me.� He said.

�I mind.� She said, kissing his tight lips lightly. �But then again I suppose this softer side of Snape gets to be my little secret, doesn�t it?�

�Only you would think me soft.� He said, glancing down and taking in the sleeveless cotton nightgown she had changed in to. �Aren�t you chilled?� He asked, swallowing hard.

�Not with you holding me.� She said. �If you are concerned you could kiss me. That always warms me right up.�

�You are a pushy witch.� His hands curved around her upper arms.

�You aren�t pushy enough.� She whispered, pressing her lips to his again. He responded to her kiss but let her lead. She crawled into his lap, settling herself so that she was leaning back against the arm of the sofa with her legs resting on the cushions beside him. He slipped an arm beneath her shoulders and laid his hand on her hip as the kiss deepened, their tongues twining and tussling lightly.

Severus nipped her bottom lip and she whimpered, squirming in his lap. His arousal was prominent and painful as he held her. She made him nervous, he had never been with a woman who truly mattered to him, he had never made love. His eyes fluttered closed and he let his head fall back against the sofa as she nibbled and kissed the leathery, scarred flesh of his throat. Who knew that such thick skin could be so sensitive?

Hermione lapped at his throat, suckling the tough skin lightly and grazing him with her teeth. His sweet, minty scent was now familiar and comforting. She could feel him, hard and insistent beneath her bottom so she gave her backside a deliberate wriggle.

�Wench!� He growled, his hand tightening on her hip.

�Spend the night.� She whispered, her breath hot against his ear, her teeth biting into the plump lobe.

�You are shameless.� He groaned, lifting his hips and grinding his arousal against her bottom.

�Only with you.� She said, tunneling her hands through his hair and holding him steady as she sucked the spot just below his ear, marking the skin lightly. �Please, Severus, don�t leave me alone, my own touch does nothing for me anymore, I need you.�

He wanted to refuse but she had successfully implanted the image of herself, thighs splayed with her fingers moving between them into his head.

�You make being a gentleman nearly impossible.� He felt her fingers sliding into the open collar of his shirt. When had she unbuttoned him and loosened his tie? She tugged gently on the silky curls of his chest hair, her fingernails raking over his nipples.

�I don�t want a gentleman; I want you to touch me.� She wriggled again and he hissed. She was more passionate than anyone he had ever met and she wreaked havoc on his self control. His hand slid up the soft curve of her waist to cup her breast, plucking and pulling lightly on the responsive tips through the cotton. �Severus�touch me.� She took his hand and moved it down, over the bump of her belly and lower. �Touch me here.� She said, pushing his hand between her thighs.

�Merlin, you are going to be the death of me!� He said as his fingers brushed against the soft patch of curls covering her mound. �Where are your knickers?�

�I don�t sleep with any�please, Severus.� She pulled at his wrist, pressing his hand tighter against her. He bent his head, pressing his lips against the pulse pounding at the base of her throat and parted the swollen folds of her sex with his fingers. His hand was bathed in slick, heated moisture. Her skin was smooth and tight beneath his touch, the little bud of her clit firm and pulsing. He slid his fingertip over the little nubbin and down, dipping into her tight entrance. Snug, slick flesh parted, gripping his finger tightly as he explored her depths.

She was so tight, so hot that his cock twitched in anticipation. Another finger burrowed into her tight heat and his thumb brushed over the needy peak of her clit. She was crying out, her hands kneading the back of his neck and shoulders as she moved against his hand, rocking her core into his palm. He flexed his fingers within her wet passage and she began to tremble, begging him with little inarticulate pleas to take her over.

He wasn�t about to stop, not when he could feel the tiny little tremors within her that signaled that her release was imminent. He wanted to feel it, to see her come apart at his hand. He pulled back from her and stared at the woman writhing in his arms. Her head arched back over his arm, her eyes closed, lips parted and releasing the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. She was flushed, perspiring slightly as she moved against his hand with increased urgency. In that moment nothing else mattered beyond securing her pleasure, for either of them.

Then he felt it, that first clasping convulsion around his fingers. She stiffened in his arms, trembling as her sheathe clasped his invading digits rhythmically. Her cry of completion was loud, shrill and like nothing he had ever heard. It was beautiful, as was her face as she shuddered in the aftermath of her orgasm. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. He withdrew his fingers, reluctant to end the intimacy between them. He held her, letting her compose herself.

After a few moments of silence Severus heard a muffled snort and Hermione snuggled into him, snoring softly. He glanced down and couldn�t believe his eyes. She had gone to sleep.

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The first thing Hermione realized upon waking was that she was asleep in her sitting room. The second was that she wasn�t alone. She was lying on her sofa with a long, warm male body curled around her back. She knew it was male by the insistent prodding of his morning erection into her bottom. A grin tugged at her lips. Severus had slept over.

She stretched, her body pleasantly relaxed and sated from the night before. She recalled the feel of his fingers sliding between her thighs and she felt warm and tingly all over. Then came the embarrassment. She closed her eyes and tried to block the shame. Severus had touched her, stroked her to the most intense, all consuming orgasm of her life and she fell asleep on him. She had left him hanging.

She rolled onto her back in his arms and looked at the man sleeping beside her. His face was so relaxed in slumber that it made him look years younger. She reached out to touch his face free from the perpetual scowl he normally wore.

�Why are you staring at me while I am sleeping?� He asked without opening his eyes.

�You stayed.� She said.

�You went to sleep. Actually you went nearly comatose and were dead weight, it was easier to just lie down with you than to try and carry you to your room and put you to bed.� He opened his eyes slowly and peered down at her. �Do you feel alright?�

�I am fine, the morning sickness is gone.� She said. �I am glad you stayed.�

�So am I. You are quite beautiful in the morning.� He touched her cheek lightly then wrapped his arm around her and hugged her close to him.

�I went to sleep on you last night, I�m sorry.� She was pulled tight against his chest and couldn�t help but think that it was the most perfect feeling in the world.

�You didn�t just go to sleep, witch, you passed out on me. I was afraid that I had harmed you.� He said.

�No, it�s just that I haven�t been touched that way by another person in a very, very long time�and it was never so good.� She was blushing, her fingers twining in the silky swirls of chest hair revealed by his open shirt.

�I am happy to have pleased you.� He liked the feel of her hands on him. He wasn�t a man used to being touched but he could definitely get used to it.

�You did more than please me, Severus. I am only sorry that I didn�t return the favor.� She cooed, lifting her thigh and draping it over his hip.

�There is plenty of time for reciprocity.� His hand smoothed up and down her back soothingly. �I would very much like to spend the day with you today.�

�You haven�t got plans?�

�Not a one.� He felt an unfamiliar ache in the center of his chest as he looked into her eyes. She was his, of that he had no doubt. But was he worthy of her?

�I was going to go shopping today. I need maternity clothes and I need to start shopping for the baby.� She said. �You could come with me; we could have lunch and maybe go to the cinema.�

�Shopping? I don�t shop.� He said.

�Please? You can help me pick things out for the baby.� She said.

�How are we to shop for a child whose sex we don�t know?�

�We stick with unisex themes.� She didn�t want to know what they were having even though the healers were more than willing to tell her. She wanted it to be a surprise. She also very much wanted him to come with her and help her chose things for their child. But it seemed that like most men he had an aversion to shopping.

�Fine, I will go shopping with you.� She tried to roll away from him but he held her fast. �Wait just a minute. I seem to recall someone telling me that in order to keep my witch happy I had to kiss her every morning.�

�That�s right.� She said, lifting her lips to his and accepting his good morning kiss. �Mmm, now that is how to start a day off right.�

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Hi Everyone! Been a long long week at work, but here you go, new chapter!!!

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