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To Be Alive	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10439 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the creation of JK Rowling. I own nothing of Harry Potter and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 16
- 17
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A/N: This chapter was very fun to write! Please let me know what you think because I’m not sure I’ve written this “smutty” before, but I enjoyed it and hope you do, too!

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A dim light flooded through the bedroom windows to cast a soft glow on the room. Candles that Severus wandlessly illuminated as they entered flickered around the room. A pile of rumpled clothing mapped their path from the hallway to the bed. The sheets were damp with sweat and the wetness associated with lovemaking. Her naked skin clung to the fabric beneath her. Hermione felt dizzy and disoriented as multiple orgasms ripped through her. One after the next continuously slammed into her and every time she thought she might catch her breath another moment of shuddering pleasure made her writhe wildly. She tried to call out in the darkness, to tell him again that she loved him, but she could not make any noise other than deep, throaty moans and heavy breathing.
When they had reached the top of the stairs, Severus and Hermione immediately began shedding their clothing. He backed her up against the foot of the bed and leaned over her until she sat before him, panting and topless. He pulled her sweatpants and knickers off in one quick motion and let them fall to the floor beside him.
Like a starved man, he knew he could not wait any longer. The scent of her was strong and intoxicating. He separated her thighs and forced her to lay back on the bed. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her legs, but first he drank in the sight of her trimmed thatch of damp pubic hair. A pearl of creamy white liquid pooled at the apex. He leaned forward to lick it greedily before running his nose across her sex. She inhaled sharply at the contact and let out a deep moan. Feeling encouraged, Severus parted her lips with his own and let his tongue find its way inside her body.
Lapping at her core, he wasn’t sure who might last longer. Hermione already sounded as if she could lose control at any moment, and he was mildly concerned that her scent, sounds, and writhing about would make him come in him trousers. He buried his face more aggressively into her in a feeble attempt to distract himself from the throbbing sensation between his own legs. When he finally forced himself away his lips were wet and sweet from her come, and Hermione was shaking.
Severus stood quickly and unbuttoned his pants. He let them fall to the floor and swiftly slid his throbbing cock between her legs. Hermione yet out a small yelp as he pressed into her, followed by a deep groan as he settled deeply inside her warm center. Her hair was loose and wild as he leaned over to nuzzle his face into the nape of her neck. As he slid in and out of her he slowly built speed. Hermione was clutching the sheets with her eyes closed in agonizing bliss. Severus seemed to nestle perfectly inside her with each thrust. His movement was not aggressive although it was fast and deep.
Severus slipped his arm under her back and shifted her higher on the bed. He remained inside her as the pair shuffled upwards so that he could fill Hermione completely. He encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist and he continued his thrusting. He began planting kisses on every expanse of exposed skin he could reach. They trailed over her neck, the side of her face and up towards her ear, along her collarbone and chest. He nipped lightly at her shoulder before picking up her right arm and used his right hand to pin it above her head. He found the exposed line of her inner arm erotic as the soft skin from her underarm to her elbow was exposed and he planted kisses their too. He was intoxicated by the sight and scent of her. Finally he brought his lips back to her face and captured her panting breaths in his mouth. His hips ground deeply into her as he rocked back and forth.
When he finally propped himself up on his arms so that he could look at her properly, Hermione nearly choked on all the oxygen she was trying to swallow between her pants. Severus stilled himself inside her and allowed her to catch her breath before gently sliding his arm under her back and flipping them over so that she was sitting on his lap. Her knees were bent beside his hips and she sat up straight. His erection was planted firmly and deeply inside her and he could feel her core squeezing him tightly as she took greedy breaths of air. He delighted in the rise and fall of her chest as she sat astride him. Her let his fingertips caress her thighs as she began slowly rocking her hips.
Rather than bouncing up and down on him, as he had assumed she would, she instead ground her hips back and forth. Instantly Severus releases a deep, guttural groan as his cock felt the gripping pressure around his shaft and he quickly picked up her rhythm and was able to spur her on by gripping her hips and pressing them back and forth. She began to go faster and faster. Severus’ nails bit into the flesh of her hips and arse as he helped whip her rapidly back and forth. Hermione shut her eyes and moaned deeply as a cascade of warm liquid slid over his cock and between her thighs. Hastened by her slick release, the pair quickened their pace and felt the warm lubrication spilling between them. He elevated his hips slightly to push more deeply into her. She suddenly went silent and Severus knew another orgasm would soon crash into her. He pressed up into her and felt a familiar pressure building inside of his sex.
“Come with me, girl. Yes, come again for me. Gods I need you.” His voice was both a prayer and a demand. Hermione instantly felt all of her muscles give away as an earth shattering orgasm overcame her. She could not stop bucking her hips against him. She began screaming as another wave of warm liquid left her body and pooled between them. As she rode out her orgasm in his lap she began to spray her sweet come over the bed and his body. She felt his cock pulse inside her and his own equally warm and wet release met hers. He moaned her named between clenched teeth as he deeply planted his seed inside her.
She abruptly collapsed onto his chest which was rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to control his breathing. The scent of sex in the air was strong an albeit her exhaustion, Hermione found the mess nothing short of erotic. She had never found herself so incredibly spent before, and realized she enjoyed the feeling of their shared release. Finally she pulled herself up and sat back on his waning dick.
Severus stared up at her. She looked God damn stunning in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Her skin was flush, her hair wild, and every swipe of his hand over her skin left her caving to his touch. Every inch of her body was sensitive under his hand.
“Come here,” he demanded once he’d caught his breath.
She looked down at him, confused. “Come where?”
He tapped the tops of her thighs and slid down on the bed. As he shifted downward he removed his softening member and Hermione realized how much she liked having him fill her space. She now felt cold from the dampness and missed the contact.
“Up here,” he said as he slid lower between her legs. “I want to taste you.” He grabbed her arse and pushed her forward so she was now straddling his chest.
A look of shock fleeted across Hermione’s face, unsure of if she wanted to have his head buried in the mess between her legs. He didn’t give her much time to hesitate, however, as he encouraged her to bring her knees above his shoulders and settle her cunt above his face. He could see the nervousness present on her face but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he buried his face into her cropped pubic hair to enjoyed her scent and the wetness trapped there. He allowed for his tongue to flick across her clit several times before moving lower to slide his tongue inside her. Hermione finally let out the deep moan that she had been holding back.
She could not believe how erotic it felt to have his face buried inside her and covered in their shared release. She eventually gave away all hesitation and enjoyed the feeling of rocking back and forth against his face. She began to rock faster and faster, encouraged by the pace at which Severus was lapping at her sodden entrance. He grabbed her hips again and ground her body back and forth against his face. Without warning her body gave in to another release. Hermione panicked momentarily as her come spilled over his face and neck, but was quickly placated by the way he feverishly lapped at her and drank her in rather than pushing her away. As the waves of her pleasure resided, and her body fought to calm itself, Severus wrapped his mouth around her pulsing lips and sucked her sore and aching labia into his mouth. She let out a strangled sound and he brushed his tongue over the sensitive area a few more times before releasing her flesh. He licked and then kissed her clit once more before tilting his head upwards and pressing her hips back so that she was hovering over his chest.
Hermione looked as if she was ready to collapse. Her eyes drifted shut momentarily before springing back open. He made to sit up and as he did he wrapped her arm around her and laid her down on the dry side of the bed. Her chest was heaving as she lay there. He got out of bed and, using his wand, cleaned the bed, the sheets, and their bodies. He sat down on the preciously soaked bedding, conjured a glass of water, and then passed it to Hermione who was pulling herself up against the headboard. She graciously took a long, deep sip from the glass.
“Bloody hell,” she muttered, exasperated as she set the cool glass against her bare thigh. “I’m parched.” She took another long sip and drained the cup. Severus pointed his wand and refilled it before taking the glass from her to have a sip for himself. He passed the glass back to her.
“You are exquisite,” he stated as if the observation he was making was as plain as day. “I want nothing more than for you to stay in my bed like this forever.” His sentiment was accompanied by a shy smile.
“Severus,” she stated his name on a sigh as she placed the glass on the bedside table and then stood up. She turned to face him and a small glimpse of confusion or maybe even panic flitted between his eyes. “You keep telling me, and showing me, in different ways, that you want me to stay. Have I given you any inclination that I plan on doing anything other than just that?” Her hands found her hips as she posed her question, jutting the left hip out slightly in indignation.
In that moment, as Severus let his eyes roam over the curves of her body, he thought about all she had given him; in life, in bed, and in the lab, and with dawning realization he could not think of a single moment when she had made it seem as if she’d rather be anywhere else than with him. He felt equally reassured and foolish at the same time. When she saw his face sink she climbed back onto the bed and kneeled before him.
“I’m sorry, Hermione. I don’t know why I can’t seem to accept it, even though I want to,” he said. The sincerity in his voice and in his eyes nearly turned her to mush. She picked up his left hand and held it in her lap.
“It’s difficult to accept love that we don’t think we deserve,” she explained while turning his palm over in her lap, thus exposing his forearm. She bent forward and placed a chaste kiss on the dark mark. She let her thumb rub over the place where she left her kiss. “But you do deserve it, my love.” She looked up and her dark eyes bore into him. He felt he’d sink into them if he didn’t look away. Finally she let go of his hand and pulled back, rising to stand on the floor beside the bed again.
“I think a long, hot soak is in order, “she declared.”
Severus nodded.
“I’d love if you’d join me,” she asked sweetly.
Severus didn’t attempt to hide the grin that spread across his face. “I’d love nothing more than to wash every inch of you. Are you sore?”
“A bit. I think the warm water will do wonders though. And some salve, if you have it,” she said.
He chuckled. “Of course I have salve, for anything and everything.” He rose from the bed and encircled her in his arms. He planted a kiss on top of her head before smoothing her hair back and leading her to their bath.
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