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An Accidental Affair Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 29007 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: OO – And now I’m getting all comma splicey! (I might have to work out what that means). I’m glad the fingers down the face communicated what I wanted them to. I can’t seem to avoid cliffy’s these days. It seems to be a predictably regular occurrence but only a 2 or 3 day wait for the resolution (and I know you have the patience of a saint, that's why you put up with me). I’m glad you enjoyed it. :)
LeWyKi – ‘Did you change the POV, there? A rare occurrence, if there ever was one’ – Indeed that was a good pick-up, first Sev POV. ‘This way we know more than Hermione does and might be tempted to think of things as obvious or given’ – Hmmm, an interesting point and yes that is used in this chapter. ‘First comes the emotional impact, then the overthinking and afterwards some more emotion’ – Hahah, I love how accurate your analysis is. You’ve certainly got the scientific interrogation skills. ‘Mysterious legilimency/telepathy between these two’ – well, a little more light may be shed upon this too. ‘When has there ever NOT been one’ – I’m glad that you consider my previous resolutions rewarding :) Ahhh, Germany, I actually thought that a while ago but your English is extremely good so I wasn’t sure. My 8 years were Bachelor/Honours/PhD and it was all a pretty predictable progression. Strawberry fest sounds excellent. It’s winter here at the moment, flooding rain, no strawberries unfortunately :( But I’ll be sure to keep the chapters coming.

Chapter 15 – Vahingossa Affair
Hermione was on the verge of drifting off when a loud knock jolted her awake. She glanced at the clock. Almost midnight. There was only one person she wanted to see at that time of night. In fact, there was only one person she wanted to see at all. What if it wasn’t him? She grabbed her wand and approached the door. The knock came again.
“Who is it?” she called.
No response.
Fuck, ‘Mione. Just cast Alohomora from a distance and get ready with Stupefy. You mightn’t have cast very much in the recent past but they’re both pretty fucking basic. Even a first year could. . .
Yes alright, alright.
And that’s just want she did. At least the first part. But as soon as the lock popped, he was through the door and upon her before she even had a chance to blink.
Only just registering that it was him before her lips were crushed under his, she instantly felt one hand rake into her hair while the other gripped her buttocks through her flimsy nightie, pressing her against his body as he consumed her in ravenous mouthfuls.
“Severus?” she managed to gasp between his hot lunges. He responded by moaning and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Clearly he wasn’t in the mood for talking. She was good with that. With a wave toward the door, he slammed and locked it before lifting her against his groin and carrying her to the dining table. Sitting her on the edge, he continued to knead her buttocks with one hand as he devoured her mouth, lapping and sucking, forcing her to arch her neck to meet him.
Dragging her nightie up, he slid one hand beneath it to skim over her warm curves, cupping her breast as she moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck me, Severus,” she whispered against his lips. With a deep groan, he pulled her toward him, tearing her nightie off one end and her knickers off the other in successive yanks before spreading her wide and roughly pulling his fly open to release his cock. Sliding his fingers around the base, he wielded it like the incredibly impressive weapon that it was.
Hermione writhed against the table in anticipation. He looked utterly delicious—hair tousled, lips swollen from their impassioned wrangling, and his fleshy cock slicing out from his impeccably tailored suit like some lascivious imposter. It looked so wrong but oh so right.
Grasping her by the hips, he pulled her forward until her buttocks were hanging over the edge, then lifted one of her legs so that it rested against his shoulder; the other he held with his hand grasping the underside of her ankle as he positioned himself at her entrance.
Smouldering eyes cauterising hers, he slowly pressed his firm head into her pussy. She welcomed the exquisite sting of him stretching her but could tell by the intensity of his gaze, the clench of his jaw, that he wouldn’t be holding back for long. He pulled out and drove in deeper as she gripped the edges of her small table, her mouth open in a wail of mounting need.
“I hope you’re ready for this,” he growled, his lip curling up slightly.
She returned his gaze with equal intensity, jaw firming in defiance as she muttered hoarsely, “Give it to me, you sexy fucker.”
And he did.
“Oh, shiiiiiit!” She squeezed the word out as he slowly withdrew before slamming home to the hilt.
Grasping one hip, he leveraged it to control the tilt of her pelvis while he used the hand on her ankle to open her up further to him. It was like her pussy was some sort of manual contraption that he happened to be an expert at piloting.
Attempting to maintain control but rapidly losing the battle, Hermione watched him through shuttered eyelids—hair jolting forward with each thrust, teeth bared, breath hissing like escaping steam between them. He clearly had something he needed to get off his chest. Or off his cock. And she was more than willing to be on the receiving end. In fact, she felt more open and receptive than she’d ever been in her life. His cock was like a red hot poker forcefully plumbing her depths, but rather than feeling invaded, it was like he was completing her. The missing part. A snug fit, granted, but definitely a piece that was meant to be in her—with her. Something she would miss. Sorely. Definitely sorely, fuck!!
He had taken it up a notch. Clearly he wasn’t hanging around for the slow tease this time. Rather, Hermione felt herself being rammed across the table, forcing her to cling on even tighter to stop herself from sliding off the other end. Each snap of his hips was accompanied by a grunt that was mounting in volume and pitch. She could hear the depth of his need to fuck her. His physical and emotional intensity were overwhelming and Hermione could feel herself building even before his thumb slid around from her hip and began strumming her throbbing clitoris.
He was pistoning, fast and deep, holding her free leg wide to maximise his penetration. He’d already put one load deep inside her today, clearly he was going for a new personal best.
Hermione’s moans filled the air as he pumped into her swollen chamber. She was teetering on the precipice of another pussy-shattering orgasm and was finally glad that, for the first time, she could watch his face. His heavily lidded eyes rolled back and his parted lips shuddered as he squeezed out one word, “Hermione”, causing her entire body to flood with warmth.
Grinding his pelvis into her as his cock juddered and convulsed, her pussy was finally jolted over the edge by the vigorous twitching inside her.
“Severussss,” she cried as her muscles joined in, squeezing and milking his emancipating cock as it injected stream after stream of viscous release into the depths of her belly. He continued to gently tickle her clitoris as the waves rolled through her, fluttering and convulsing until her entire body collapsed, spent.
Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the semi-darkness.
“Was that for the book?” she asked in a small voice.
“No,” he responded hoarsely. “That was for me.”
“And this,” he gently lifted her from the table, his cock still embedded inside her, “is for you.”
Turning, he headed for her bedroom, managing to divest himself of all clothing on the way with a mixture of magic and force while she remained wrapped around him.
Somehow he succeeded in lowering them both onto the bed without slipping out of her, and then he embarked upon a journey of the most delectable, sensuous kisses Hermione had ever known. In fact, it felt more like an oral worship of her lips, face and neck, leaving her gasping like she’d just engaged in a spot of deep sea diving, and him with another deliciously tumescent member jostling inside the dewy chamber of her pussy.
Rolling so that they were lying on their sides facing one another, he slid his knee between her legs and dragged one of her thighs up to hook across his hip. Then he began fucking her with such restrained, indulgently-sensual strokes that her chest tightened with the sense of being thoroughly and purposively gratified, almost cherished. As his cock caressed her insides in long, languid strokes, his tongue entered her mouth, mimicking the delectable ingressions of his member until she lost all sense of herself, drifting upon a time set only to his rhythm. Her pussy, entranced by the hypnotic gyrations of his hips, seemed to forget it was even having sex, relaxing into his erotic massage to such an extent that she was actually surprised when she discovered that she was on the verge of coming again.
At no time did his pace seem to change, his succulent tongue continuing to lap into her mouth which was now open and moaning, the gradual build-up having taken more of a toll than she’d realised on her reserves of restraint.
“Severus, I need you . . .” she mumbled, barely coherent, “. . . faster.”
In response, he moved slower, drawing out each thrust at such an agonising rate she felt her muscles going into meltdown. Her tongue was captured by a similar paralytic tension and she murmured something unintelligible as he held her there on the tremulous edge of orgasm for far longer than she ever thought possible. The emotion that welled within her was somewhere between laughing and crying and as she held her breath, shuddering on the tightrope, a hair-width between stasis and a churning chasm of release, she had a flash of something, déjà vu—she had been here before, felt this, with someone, someone . . . then he inched in, his bulging head stroking up her swollen channel, and she was there.
“Unnnhhhhh!” she cried out, her entire body convulsing as she rode out the seismic contractions that seemed to capture every fibre of her being. Her hyper-sensitised nerves were zapping like fireworks, causing her to writhe and buck in his embrace, her breath bursting out in high moans that sounded like crying. Maybe she was. The twitches and jerks continued to tic through her core, grabbing at the slick member that was still ensheathed within her. He held her as she gradually came down, shuddering against his chest.
She had no idea why she felt so emotional. Perhaps she was just exhausted. It had been a tumultuous week after all. And it would all be coming to an end in a matter of hours.
But when she finally looked up into his black eyes she saw something that shocked her. A depth of feeling that seemed to mirror her own. Was it possible that he felt the same way about her as she did about him? That they had, indeed, shared something special? He’d certainly come there with a purpose. And she suspected she knew why.
“I’m guessing you read my chapter?” she murmured, reaching up and tangling her fingers absently around a lock of his hair.
“Yes,” he sighed, resting his hand on her hip. “I was quite . . . stunned to discover that you . . . remembered.”
“Remembered?” A puzzled frown captured her brow. “To write the chapter?”
His eyes searched hers for several long moments before they slipped away. “Yes. That you remembered . . . to write the chapter.”
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