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Chapter Twenty: Delicate

We might live like never before

When there's nothing to give

Well how can we ask for more

We might make love in some sacred place

The look on your face is delicate

Severus found himself standing in the back garden of the Potter home staring at an empty yard. He cursed under his breath. He couldn�t believe that she had run away from him AGAIN.

�When I get my hands on her I am going to blister her sweet little arse and tie her to my bed for a month,� he muttered. He took a deep breath and focused his mind, slowly sifting through the energy around him until he found the faint threads of her magical signature. He smirked in triumph and withdrew his wand. �Insequor.�

The spell traced her magical signature and Severus found himself back on the grounds of Hogwarts just as it began to rain. He turned in a slow circle, scanning the area until he caught the flutter of robes and a glimpse of chestnut curls disappearing between the trees. His legs were so long that he covered the area quickly, gaining on the fleeing witch until he finally found her standing at the edge of the woods by the lake.

�Did you think that I would let you go so easily?� He asked. She stiffened and looked back over her shoulder.

�Why did you follow me?�

�You ran from me, AGAIN, before I could say what I needed to say,� he said, approaching her slowly.

�What is there to say? I can�t do this, I�ve never felt so out of control before, I can�t live feeling this crazy,� she said quietly.

�And you think that it will feel any less crazy if we are apart?� He laid his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him. �What is going on here, Hermione? Why do you keep running from me?�

�Because you can do better,� she said softly.

�Is this about Gretchen?� He didn�t really want her to answer so he continued. �I confess that part of me wanted to drive you away. I don�t like the way you make me feel. I don�t like feeling vulnerable and � raw. I did purposefully flaunt Gretchen in front of you, I was deliberately vague about her, and I am sorry.�

�Has it been so terrible?� She asked softly.

�What?� He slid his hand to the side of her throat.

�Being with me�has it been so terrible?� She asked, tears spilling from her eyes and blinding her. �I didn�t want to make you unhappy, or make you want to push me away, Severus. I love you, all I wanted was to be with you, to love you and take care of you�.�

�Shush, Hermione,� he squeezed her neck gently to stop her verbal incontinence. �I didn�t want to push you away because I was unhappy, I was scared. I am scared, of what you can do to me. It�s so damned confusing, I wanted to push you away and yet the thought of being without you makes me miserable�more miserable than I usually am.� The rain began falling harder, soaking their hair and their clothing. �I�I love you too, Hermione.�

�You do?� She sniffed, a crooked smile tilting her lips.

�I do�but we have to discuss this little habit you have of running away from me,� he drawled.

�I�m sorry�I didn�t want a confrontation with you,� she said softly. �I don�t want you to see me cry.�

�I don�t want to see you cry either, I hate that you have been crying because of me and I fear it won�t be the last time. I�m not good with relationships,� he said.

�We could figure it out�You really love me?�

�Yes, I really love you,� he said, stroking her ear with his fingertips.

�What about Ms. Sinclair?� She asked.

�Gretchen is a lesbian, Hermione, she was never a threat,� he said softly. �She thinks you are amazing and threatened to steal you away from me.�

�Oh�wow�� Her face blushed furiously and she cast her eyes downward.

�It�s raining,� he said, nudging her chin up.

�It feels nice,� she whispered.

�Hermione��

�Kiss me,� she already had her hands in his hair and was drawing his head down for a kiss. He had kissed her a hundred times over the summer, but somehow this kiss was different, it was more. His lips caressed hers with a tenderness he had never shown another. No kiss in his experience, even the first one, could compare. He loved her and he poured that love into the kiss and hoped that she felt it too.

The summer evening was hot and sticky and the rain felt good on their overheated skin. The hand that had been actively twirling locks of his hair slid down the back of his neck and around until her fingers could begin the undoing of his buttons. He couldn�t stop kissing her, their lips and tongue engaging in a languid dance that beguiled the senses. She had his coat undone and was pushing the garment off of his shoulders, the sleeves catching at his elbows for a moment before he released her only long enough to let it drop to the ground behind him.

He followed suit, pushing her robe off and sliding his hand up her back to find the tab of her zipper. Hot little hands were inside his open shirt, her palms sliding over his chest and stomach as the kiss went from sweet to voracious. As he slid the zipper down her back she was reaching for his trousers. He was so hard that he hurt, he needed her desperately and she seemed just as frantic. They pulled apart, connected at the lips only as they began tearing at their respective clothing, fabric falling into a sodden pile on the ground as the rain sluiced over them.

Shoes were kicked aside in a fit of frustration and when they were finally naked Severus wrapped his arms around her, filled his hands with her backside and lifted her against him. She brought her thighs up to bracket his hips as he fell to his knees with a grunt, nibbling her bottom lip before tumbling her back onto the cold, wet grass and fitting his body against hers. With her legs wrapped tightly around his hips he reached up and wrapped his fingers around her wrists, pulling her hands up to pin them above her head. He lifted his head, releasing her lips to look down at her, rain clinging to his hair and dripping from the ends.

�I love you,� he said roughly.

�I love you,� she replied. Their ragged breathing joined in a raspy, heated duet as the rain fell around them in accompaniment. He took her lips again with a lingering, gentle caress and then locked his gaze with hers.

�Don�t look away,� he whispered. He didn�t need to reach down and guide himself into her. He knew her body and his cock knew the way. He rocked his hips, sliding his length between heated, slippery folds that parted in welcome. The dewy head nudged repeatedly against her clit, teasing and arousing her until she was arching beneath him seeking more. He pulled his hips back, dragging the ridged length of his erection down until the plump tip nestled against the creamy niche of her vagina. �Say it again.�

�I love you,� she whimpered as the fat head stretched her and eased inside.

�I sure as hell hope you never stop because from this moment on, you are mine,� he rasped as he pushed forward, strong and steady until he was seated fully inside her. �Nimue�s garters you are�goddess�so tight.� He growled, dragging his heavy length back through clasping flesh still trying to get accustomed to the invasion. He released her wrists and threaded his fingers with hers, palm to palm still holding them stretched above her head as he began to curl his pelvis, digging deep into her moist depths, stroking her, claiming her, loving her.

�Oh�so�so�so�oh..� She managed only the most guttural of sound as he curled and rolled his hips, grinding his cock into her and stimulating every inch of her clasping tunnel. Her heels dug into his flexing backside, urging him to move harder, faster, deeper. The rain beat a steady tattoo on his back, rolling over his lean muscled body in winding rivulets that dripped onto her, pooling between them, providing added lubrication and blessed relief from the heat as they moved together. �More�more�ahhh�please��

She became desperate, frantic almost as her orgasm built. It was the moment of truth. Severus had made her come again and again with his mouth, with his hands but she had never come with a man inside her, never had a man fuck her to orgasm. She could feel the coil of arousal tightening low in her belly. Tighter and tighter it drew as he pumped his length into her, the thick thatch of hair at his groin tickling the sensitized nubbin of her clit with every rolling thrust forward. Her fingers tightened around his, her back stiffening and the muscles in her belly and thighs began to quiver as chills raced over her skin.

�That�s it�come for me�trust me�love me enough to let go,� he whispered, watching the dilation of her eyes, the trembling of her lips as release approached. �Please�� he nearly sobbed when he felt the first tight grasp of her inner walls like a vice around his cock. Her body bowed beneath him and she screamed, her long keening wail resonating against the trees. Thunder answered her cry like applause as her pussy pulsed and throbbed along the length of him, the slick, heated muscles undulating as he continued to move inside her, riding out her orgasm as she cried and shuddered beneath him. As those last, sharp convulsions wracked her core he felt his testicles convulse and the invisible cord of desire running the length of his spine snapped and he pumped his seed into her in long, pulsing spurts that went on and on and on until he was completely spent, his heart and soul raw and his body weak.

He rested against her and let the rain cool him as he waited for his heart to slow. He released her fingers and felt her hands slide over his shoulders and down his back, soothing him as she purred and whimpered softly with aftershocks, her sounds of contentment like a lullaby. His cock softened slowly, easing from inside her gradually as they lay there, oblivious to the weather. Finally, when his heart no longer felt like it might burst from his chest he lifted his head and looked into her smiling face.

�You finally made love to me,� she said softly.

�In the rain,� he said, watching the water roll across her forehead and into her hair.

�It was beautiful,� she whispered.

�You are beautiful,� he touched her brow gently. �I need to get you home, out of the rain.�

�I don�t want to move, it feels good here,� she said.

�Now that we aren�t�active�the rain is a bit cold,� he chuckled. �Hold on to me,� he said just before she felt the tug at her navel and was swept into the night, re-materializing in the middle of his bedroom floor. �I want to love you again, in my bed. Our bed.�

�Maybe you�ll even take your socks off this time,� she grinned, looking down the length of his naked back to the black socks still hugging his calves.

�Making fun of me, Witch?� He asked. �I�d be careful if I were you, I owe you one hell of a punishment that I fully expect to carry out�once I have made love to you in a proper bed.�

�Maybe I find you sexy in just your socks,� she teased.

�Cheeky witch,� he chuckled, kissing her lightly before he moved off of her and helped her to her feet. He acciod towels from the bathroom and rubbed her down with the fluffy fabric before wrapping her up in the length of terrycloth. He bent down and removed his sodden socks, his gaze daring her to comment, before wrapping a towel around his hips and moving to the windows where he opened the sash and let the cool night air blow in.

�Come to bed?� He held out his hand and smiled when she didn�t hesitate to take it and allow him to lead her to the bed. He tucked her beneath the blankets and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water and Demon padding along behind him to curl up on the rug at the foot of the bed.

�I love you,� she said sleepily, snuggling against him the moment he settled between the sheets.

�I�ll never tire of hearing you say it,� he kissed the top of her head and tried not to think of how close he had come to losing her. �I love you too, my sweet witch.�

**Insequor is a Latin term for follow.

Delicate by Damien Rice

We might kiss when we are alone

When nobody's watching

We might take it home

We might make out when nobody's there

It's not that we're scared

It's just that it's delicate

So why'd you fill my sorrows

With the words you've borrowed

From the only place you've known

And why'd ya sing Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you

Why'd you sing with me at all?

We might live like never before

When there's nothing to give

Well how can we ask for more

We might make love in some sacred place

The look on your face is delicate

So why'd you fill my sorrow

With the words you've borrowed

From the only place that you've known

And why'd you sing Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you

Why'd you sing with me at all?

And why'd you fill my sorrows

With the words you've borrowed

From the only place that you've known

Why'd you sing Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you

Why'd you sing with me at all?

Yup, I ended it there�the ending is open =) so you can use your imaginations to take them where you think they should be. I don�t normally end stories this way, as you know, but this one just went that route. I can recall having a conversation with my dear friend D who gets to read everything before I post it, that I thought this might be something I would revisit later�perhaps with a sequel. We will have to see about that, Ive become a bit jaded with this story and the reactions it garnered that I STILL don�t get. At any rate�.thank you for reading and thank you to all those who offered encouragement when I was feeling down about this tale. =) See you soon on the Remus and the Dramione boards!!!

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