In an Alternate Universe

Chapter 15 ~ Some Ground Rules

Severus was now on more familiar ground. He had gotten to this point with younger witches, having them partially undressed, kissing and caressing their bodies. He was very good at it. It was the “close” that got him every time. He stopped trembling, the combination of empathy with the witch in his arms and the desire to comfort her helping to center him and take his mind off his own needs.

Slowly he rubbed Hermione’s soft belly, continuing his soft kisses on her shoulders throat and temple, his large hands moving over her skin appreciatively before he slowly began to move them upwards, toward the witch’s full breasts.

Wanting to be sure he had her permission, he breathed in her ear, “Can I, Professor?” his hands coming to rest just under her full bosom, still kissing her throat.

”Yes,” Hermione replied, her eyes still closed, feeling the wizard pressed gently against her back. Severus expelled a breath as his hands cupped Hermione’s breasts.

”Oh my gods,” he breathed, fondling her gently, then remembering how sensitive the nipples were supposed to be and tweaking them lightly. He was rewarded with a small gasp from the Potions mistress, her buttocks pressing back into him lightly. He smoothed his palms over them and received another heartening response.

Hermione opened her eyes partially and saw that they were standing directly in front of the mirror on her dresser, her partially clad body visible, the wizard behind her, head bent, black hair dragging over her shoulders as he kissed her throat, both hands moving over her breasts, their bodies moving slightly against each other.

It was very sexy and clear that Severus didn’t realize the view that was before him, he was so into touching and tasting her. Hermione watched and felt him, sighing now, feeling desire starting to creep over her. It had been a very long time after all, and Severus, young as he was, had a certain artfulness to his ministrations.

He seemed to be a natural.

”Severus, look in the mirror,” Hermione breathed.

Severus looked up, his black eyes large and luminous as he saw them in the mirror and drew in a sudden breath, his hands becoming more ardent as they slid over her body, down to the nightie still wrapped around her waist, up her sides and over her breasts. He watched himself and Hermione.

”Gods, you’re so beautiful, Professor,” he breathed, pressing into her harder. “Look at us. I never thought . . . I dreamed but I never . . .”

”Sssh, you’re here for a purpose, Severus . . . to save your life,” Hermione said to him softly.

”No. I’m not,” he said, turning the witch around to face him, his face sober. “I’m here for much more than that, Professor . . . so much more than that . . .”

And he kissed her, trying to pour all the feeling in his young heart into his possession of her mouth. Severus was very aware that being with the Professor would be quite different than being with Luna, or Pansy. They were little more than girls. Even though he had no idea what Hermione had experienced sexually, he knew at one time or another she had someone who must have given her pleasure. She knew what it was like and would most likely judge his performance by it.

He didn’t know if he could match whoever she had been with before, but maybe if he could make her understand how much he felt, he’d stand a chance of making some headway into her heart. Having experienced her like this, he knew even before they became intimate, he’d want to be with her like this again. Now she wasn’t cold, wasn’t cruel. He thought he would like her that way, but he liked her this way even more. Accessible and responsive. He didn’t think she responded to anyone this way or if she had, not in a long, long time. And that is what made this special. It would be nice if she only acted this way toward him.

As Severus kissed her, his pale hands slid down her sides and hooked into the nightie’s fabric.

”I’m going to take this off,” he breathed against Hermione’s mouth, not asking her. It was time to show her that even though he was young, he could make her feel as beautiful as he believed her to be. He had to act like a man, not a scared schoolboy. Everything was riding on this.

Hermione didn’t say a word as the wizard knelt, slowly pulling down her nightgown, his hands sliding over her hips, thighs and calves reverently, his breathing quickening as her body was completely revealed, the chestnut curls of her sex before his smoldering eyes. He paused there, inhaling, feeling his mouth water. Then he stood up, more aware of how ready he was than before.

”You’re going to let me . . . let me taste you, aren’t you Professor?” he asked her, licking his lips without knowing he was doing it. “You won’t stop me, will you?”

Hermione blinked up at him, a little of her snarkiness returning.

”I’m not going to let you just toss me into the bed and dive in, if that’s what you mean,” she snapped at him.

Severus looked taken aback. No, that’s not what he meant at all. He meant as part of the forty-five minutes of foreplay.

”Oh, no. No. I’ll do other things first . . . to get you ready,” he breathed.

”You’re going to have to be good at them, because if I’m not feeling it, I’m not going to let you do it,” she warned him, her eyes narrowed.

Severus’ cock bounced at that familiar look. It still turned him on.

”You’ll feel it,” he promised, “I’m going to make you feel everything. You’re going to feel like the most beautiful witch in the world.”

Hermione’s lip curled just a little. It seemed all men had a bit of braggart in them, even the virgins. She was about to say something else when Severus suddenly pulled down his boxers and stepped out of them.

Hermione had to struggle to keep her jaw from dropping as her eyes rested on a tool that seemed to belong on Hagrid. Dear gods. Did the boy have Incubus blood? He was fucking enormous. No wonder the girls wouldn’t engage him. He was as big around as heavy duty broomstick and damn near a foot long. Being uncircumcised only added to the apparent girth of the wizard.

Her eyes widened despite her attempt not to appear taken aback.

Severus looked at her a bit worriedly.

”Well, that’s it,” he said, looking down at his cock with a slight frown. “Pansy called it the ‘Serpent of Gryffindor’ just before she took off.”

Hermione fought back a laugh as she looked up at the wizard. He seemed so pensive. Most men would be strutting about like roosters with a wand like that. He still had so much to learn about his own sexuality. Being big was normally not a bad thing, but when dealing with young witches, it probably was a bit of a problem. They weren’t ready for it.

“What do you think, Professor?” he asked her softly, his eyes resting on her face.

”I think nature has been very kind to you, Severus. You’ll grow into it,” she said, trying to keep a straight face.

”You aren’t worried?” he asked her, a bit of hope in his voice now.

Well, she was a little worried. This was going to be his first encounter and he had drunk an entire bottle of stamina potion. He could beat her to death with that thing if he lost control. And it was very likely he might.

”Severus, you listen to me, and you listen good. If I tell you to stop, you stop, or I’m going to toss you out of here on your randy little ass. To meet the conditions of your oath, all I really need to do is let you enter me once. That counts as intimacy, technically. I don’t have to do anything more. So, if you can’t control yourself and start tearing into me, it’s going to be over quick. Do you understand me?” she asked the wizard, frowning at him.

Severus’ eyes washed over her body.

”I’ll take my time, I promise,” he breathed at her.

“All right,” she said, her eyes sweeping over the wizard again. He really was quite a yummy young thing. “Now we . . .”

Hermione let out a little shriek as Severus swept her up into his arms easily, strode across her bedroom, gently placed her in the four-poster, then scrambled in after her.

”Now we do it,” he breathed, covering her mouth in a passionate kiss.

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A/N: Okay. We are at the orchards ya’ll. No more hemming, hawing and so forth. You know, I'm realizing how much easier it is for an older man to deal with a younger woman than the other way around, because of the dynamics. Pretty cool really. Thanks for reading. ****
Thanks for reading. ****