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Patience on Sunday	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14135 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Epilogue
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Hermione closed her eyes as Severus brushed her hair back from her face and planted soft kisses along the nape of her neck. His weight felt good on top of her and his warm cock nestled against her folds felt even better. Her back arched against the soft bedding as she eagerly gave into his gentle petting.

She could not recall a time when she’d been so wayward and tempted to cave to her desires before. Fortunately, it appeared that the feeling was mutual. She could see the need she felt reflected back at her in his deep, dark eyes.

“I want to make love to you,” Severus whispered into the space between them and Hermione immediately bit her lip in reply. There was a wicked smile there that she was trying to hide.

“Oh do you?” The question was playful as she squirmed beneath him on the bed.

“Oh yes,” he began before placing one hand on her hip to steady her teasing movements. “More than you realize.”

Hermione liked the force he was using to pin her in place as much as she liked the obvious fact that he wanted her. He caught her by surprise, however, when he suddenly bent his head lower to capture her stiffened nipple in his mouth.  She sucked in her breath as the wet heat from his mouth made her moan.

Severus wanted to slip inside her so badly. It would be so easy to fill her warm, wet channel with his hard cock, which was throbbing now from his prolonged erection. The nipple in his mouth was distracting enough that he didn’t enter her just yet, but he wanted too.

He sucked her soft flesh into his mouth as she groaned her pleasure. She was having an impossible time trying to keep her body still and he loved the sounds she was making in the midst of this delicious torture. He gently released the sensitive bud before immediately resuming on the other.

Hermione’s eyes were closed as she tried to steady her breathing. She could feel the wetness dripping between her thighs. She was a bit embarrassed to realize that she could smell her cream, but nothing gave her the indication that Severus minded. She finally caught her breath as he pulled away to look at her. He looked wild and the flint behind his eyes made him appear unhinged.

“Hell, Hermione,” he panted, “your scent alone is going to make me come before I’ve had a chance to be inside you.”

Hermione bit her lip shyly. “Be inside me then.”

Severus growled at her before leaning across her body and kissing her deeply,  while positioning his cock along her labia. Hermione bit her lip as he used his dick to spread her moisture alone her opening and his shaft. Within moments they were both slick and ready for the taking.

He entered her very slowly. Her body stretched deliciously to accommodate him, and her fingernails began to dig into his shoulder blades as he went. Within moments her back was arching and she was moaning as he filled her completely.

Severus remained steady for a moment, enjoying the pressure she exuded around his cock. Her walls were slick and warm and gloriously tight around his throbbing dick. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly because, as she got used to the way he was stretching her body, Severus continuously slid deeper and deeper until he could go no further.

Hermione looked deliciously tortured as she fell open for him. The agony was plain on her face and her eyes had rolled backwards into her head. Severus though his cock might just explode right then, and he pulled back through her dripping sheath.

“Fuckkk,” Hermione moaned as he drew back from her and Severus raised an eyebrow at her foul mouth. He had never seen such a sexy display of pleasure in his entire life. She looked wild and free and completely lost to the moment they were sharing. Severus cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her deeply as he rocked his hips with earnest.

“Severus, I don’t think I… I can’t ,” she mumbled as part of an barely coherent sting of words, “I want to come so badly.”

Her hips were rocking upwards to meet his thrusts now and she eagerly swiveled against him. Severus groaned. “Come for me, sweet girl. Let me feel you….”

He was interrupted by her unrestricted moans as they ground their bodies together. A sudden rush of moisture spread between them and Severus’ cock was swimming inside her.  He growled as he continued his onslaught. He was rough, but tender all at once. He could hurt her easily, Hermione knew, but she wasn’t at all concerned that he would. She trusted him and her body understood. Each thrust filled her completely and her body shook from the aftershocks.

“Hermione,” he moaned in a tone that released all need. His climax could not be starved off any longer. “Bloody hell Hermione you feel incredible.”

Hermione felt his cock pulsing inside her and then he suddenly ripped it from her warmth to spill himself across her stomach and her inner thigh. The glistening moisture of her own release was already there, coating both of them, as he stoked his cock roughly and shuddered. She arched her back as the sticky warm ejaculate coated her skin and the smell of their combined releases filled the room with the scent of sex. He collapsed on top of her and the only sound to be heard was heavy breathing.

They laid there for a long time, unconcerned with the sweat and mess between them. As their body temperatures regulated and the chill came back to the room, Severus reached behind himself to pull the duvet over their naked bodies. Hermione sighed contentedly as the dark and the warmth enveloped her. Eventually their breathing fell into a synchronized rhythm and they fell asleep.

Hermione could not say how much time had passed when she woke. All she knew was that his weight was starting to crush her. She wiggled free of him and Severus shifted his weight before startling awake.

“Shit, Hermione.  I’m sorry,” he said groggily as he climbed off of her and repositioned himself beside her in bed. He reached beneath his pillow for his wand and pointed it at her body, than his, to clean the remnants of their lovemaking from their skin. He fluffed his pillow and sat up. “I think we’ve missed lunch.”

Hermione smiled.  “That’s ok,” she said as she sat up beside him. She let the blanket fall around her waist.
“We can have something sent up. I think that at this point I’m taking this Sunday off,” he said with a cool smile that she returned.

Hermione curled up against him and relished in the warmth of his body. As her fingertips danced across his chest, she felt incredibly content. The combination of his scent and his proximity and the steady, predictable rise and fall of his chest, made her feel safe. She realized that she did not want to leave any time soon.

“Severus?” She asked.

“Hmmm?”

“When is the last time you made love to a woman,” she asked in a sultry voice.

Severus was taken back by the question. He snaked his arm back from around her body and broke the glorious connection between them as he pulled away.

“Why on earth would you ask me that?” His tone didn’t convey anger, but confusion. He looked genuinely perplexed.

Hermione was flooded with panic as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Oh no, I’m sorry I didn’t think it was an inappropriate question, I was just curious. I’m sorry, please don’t be upset.”

Severus shook his head apologetically as he took her back into his arms and closed the space between them. “No, it’s alright. It’s been a long time,” he swallowed, “three years at least.”

Hermione remained composed as her eyes threatened to pop out of her head. She wasn’t sure what she had expected. Three years was a long time to go without sex, but he had never had a partner to speak of so it seemed logical all the same.

“What about you?” He asked.

“Pardon?” The return question shook her from her ruminating.

“When is the last time that you…” his voice trailed off.

Hermione swallowed, clearly not expecting that he’d ask her in return. She quickly weighed the potential consequences of being honest with him, and figured she had no choice.  After asking him without giving it much thought she realized her discomfort was her own fault.

Severus stared down at her, confused by the nervous look on her face. He waited patiently for her to explain. She looked at his chest, rather than into his eyes, as she spoke.

“I haven’t been with a man in a very long time,” she said slowly.

“Yes, and what is a long time then?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The last time was this man I met in a bookstore. We met nearly two years ago now. We dated for a little bit but he wasn’t interested in exclusivity when I was here.”  Her voice had a slightly bitter edge.

Severus assessed the changes in her demeanor. She looked uncomfortable and clearly she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Hermione, you’re far too young and too beautiful to go so long without intimacy,” he said.

Hermione swallowed. “I haven’t. There have been women in the meantime.”

Silence hung between them like a heavy curtain. Finally, Hermione made herself look at him for some reaction.  A weak smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Severus chuckled at her discomfort as he processed his own surprise.  “Really?”

She nodded as she wrung her hands in her lap. “I’ve always found women to be very attractive, but I’ve never seen myself in a relationship with one.”

“That sounds like it could get messy,” he said.

“It did. No matter how forthcoming I’d been with my intentions, it would lead to some drama eventually. And frankly I can understand why.  I always felt guilty that my feelings were merely sexual when she wanted more,” Hermione explained.

There was a far off look in her eye and Severus couldn’t help but wonder who the she was Hermione was referring too, even though it was none of his business. Clearly her past relationships had been more complicated than he’d imagined. Hell, he’d never really thought about her having a relationship other than the Weasley boy when she was young. He decided to change this subject.

“I’m happy you came here this morning instead of going back to your chambers,” he said and she smiled.

“I always intended too,” she replied with a soft kiss on his cheek. “I could use a shower though.”

Severus nodded. “Your robe is still on the hook.”

Hermione tossed the covers off and shuffled out of bed. “I’d prefer if you would come.”

Severus smirked. “You are wicked. Deliciously wicked.”
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