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Moments in time Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10373 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Desert_Sea: Thank you for your kind words :), "I love that you're writing to your crazy muse" - you can take her anytime you like ;), "you need to change 'Grainger' to 'Granger' " - I'll correct that mistake immediately, thank you :*, "And if you can track down a beta" - sadly I have no chance for that, but I'll try to polish up my English instead, this might prove to be good exercise, "it's liberating isn't it?" - liberating and bit unnerving, but mostly it's almost like a therapy when my workload passes the endurance limitations. It is also addictive XD
A/N:
Ok, I'm aware that this is not "the best" - but I had a song and this story stuck in my head whole day (it is not funny when you are at work and have these images rolling in your head), anyway - now I can't force myself to "fix" the wording, the idea just stuck with me.
I hope you are going to like it, at least a little :)
Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman
…His heart was beating so fast and strong, threatening to tear a hole in a rib cage and launch from his chest. Looking at halo of brown curls that surrounded her head, inhaling deeply the honeyed scent. In the dim light of the darkened room her skin radiated soft glow, like pale ray of moonlight I the gloom of the night. Standing behind her, tentatively raised right hand encircling, her in a loose, touchless, embrace and tucked one curl behind the ear. With the lightest of touches, traced gentle curve of her lobe. She let a small sigh escape her lips, tickling hairs on his hand. Gliding fingers at the juncture of ear and yaw, down the neck to the collarbone. His head was deployed of any thought, he lived in that loose ghost of a touch, in the softness of the only connection between them. She drew one shuddery breath, expanding her chest in preparation to speak. Abandoning her skin, pressed one finger over her lips, leaned carefully, still avoiding the touch, and whisper
- Shhhhhh. Keep your eyes closed at all times. You are not allowed to touch yourself or me. You are, however, allowed to be… vocal…. provided that you don’t ask questions or debate. Disobey and all this, this… engagement is over. As long as you wish me to continue, you will follow the rules. –
Just the slight nod of her head signalized that she agreed. Still holding a finger over her lips, he sunk teeth in to soft skin, in lovely dip where her neck sloped in to a flawless length of a shoulder. With other hand, lightly traced ridges of her spine, leaving the trail of goosebumps on its way, resting a palm in the curve on the small of her back. She shuddered, small mewl vibrated on his finger.
Breaking all contact, circled around her, soaking the sight before him, the natural beauty of her curves. With the tips of the fingers traced her silhouette, from the line of her neck, over the outer sides of her breasts, down the waist and over the curve of the hips. Her eyelids danced, but she never even cracked a peak at him. Her hands spread in to the fan and curled in a fist repeatedly. Small smirk spread on his lips, she was fighting urge to touch him. He yearned for that, his skin almost painful from need, but if he allowed that touch…all would be lost. No, he had to maintain control, control over his urges. This was all…about…her.
In few fast steps, he scooped her in his arms, lifting her up like a child. She squealed, squeezing her eyes hard, curling hands in fists and tucking them in the space between her breasts in attempt to prevent touching him. Smiling at her attempt, he gently placed precious content from his arms on to the cottony surface of the bed. Ivory sheets complemented her skin tone perfectly. Hair spread around her in a lovely disarray, sitting next to her, he played with one spring of the curl, rolling it around his finger. Just watching her breathe, anticipating his next move, made his breath hitch and the heart swell.
Hovered a hand above her breasts, marveling their shape and fullness. They were not too big but they complemented her willowy build perfectly. Two dark nubs peaked, hard and defiant, above slightly wrinkled pink areolas. He placed his hand in the valley of two milky white globes and she exhaled sharply, pressing shoulders deeper in to the mattress, lifting her chest toward him, silently begging for a touch.
Shifting the weight, balancing himself, with admiration and almost fear, lowered his mouth, blowing slightly over one mouthwatering inviting nipple. She whimpered, curling her fists in to bed covers. He took one nub in the mouth, stifling the moan at the taste of her skin, rolling his tongue over it, brushing with hand over the other nub. She cried in satisfaction, pushing her chest to him even more. Testing her limits, he pressed the nub in his mouth with his lips, soft cry got little louder. He mildly sunk his teeth in it and she cried loudly, mumbling something incomprehensible. He squeezed a bit harder on other nub and reaction was the same. Reluctantly his mouth released the tasty raspberry to play with the other. Her breath was irregular, she was mewling now without breaks, mumbling.
Finally, abandoning her breasts with his mouth, he raised just to watch at her face. Fingers teased and squeezed her nipples, slightly pinching and tugging, causing her to pant and sob, pressing her thighs strongly one to another. Her eyes screwed shut, as pleasure pinched her face in a lovely mask, her hands twitching pushed deep in to the mattress.
Still playing with her breasts, traced the line from their valley to the navel, leaving wet trail of kisses. Watching with fascination as her flesh erupted with prickly feeling. Nuzzling the mild dip of navel with his nose, he released her breasts and she cried in rebellion, her hands fluttering at the bed.
Switching position, placing his mass at her feet, separating her legs with a width of his shoulders. Her thighs, opened for him eagerly, exposing an enchanting view, a hidden treasure. His member twitched happily at the sight and he fought the urge to simply sink in her warmth. Placing himself comfortably between her legs, intertwining long fingers in to neatly trimmed bed of curls that covered her mound. Quiet chuckle escaped from his chest, the curls bounced like small springs at the touch, a true testimony to her recalcitrant nature.
Tracing the line of the groin with thumbs, reveled in her reaction. She surged upward, fluttering her eyes then squeezing them tight, battling with herself to stay inside the bounds he placed. Hovering briefly in that position before flopping back to bed and pushing the pelvis to him. Softness of her thighs trembled as he inhaled her scent, tightening the skin with his thumbs, nuzzling the shy hood with is nose. She breathed one quivering “Oh, Gods!”. Using hands to spread the petals which hid sweet smelling flower, for a brief moment basked in the heat she radiated. His nimble tongue swept from entrance of her core to the hooded bundle of nerves, the nub twitched and peeked from its hiding. Above him she was chanting breathless litany of “yeses”. Repeating the movement in opposite direction, drawing mewls from her, he stiffened his tongue and slowly dived in to her center. Her walls trembled around agile muscle that lapped at the nectar she lavishly provided, her cries risen to the new heights, a music to his ears.
Directing nimble muscle to the apex of her sex, toying with a plump marble, sneaked one finger in the depth of her scorching cavern. Walls closed around his digit as he glided it leisurely in and out, curling it slightly and lightly brushing spongy patch, listening her gasps and whimpers. Pulling it out just before her walls could fall apart. Not releasing, the candy with which he toyed, from his mouth, waited. When she growled in frustration he slid two fingers back inside her. Latched to her, teased her to the edge but never allowing her to go over, he watched perspiration slickening her skin. Her walls quivered again and he prepared to retract his fingers when she moaned
- Please…. please…I…need…I can’t…please…-
He smiled and curled the fingers again, giving her what she asked for so sweetly. Moving his mouth to trembling whiteness of her thighs, biting in to damp salty flesh. She screamed and collapsed around his fingers, trapping them in a death grip, cutting circulation, her back arched high above the bed. He smiled, patiently waiting for her to descend from her high and release him, affectionately kissing skin bruised with uneven bite mark.
Once free from her clenching insides, crawled atop of her positioning himself at the entrance, her hand danced towards him than fell back. Capturing her lips in to a kiss he breathed
- No more rules, do as you please. – his hips glided onward and soon he felt blissful…

…Severus sat in bed gasping for air, in the space deprived of oxygen, chest painfully constricted. Sweat coated him with every unsuccessful drawing of air, alternating between hot and cold. Chill air of the dungeon prickled his wet skin. Eyes frantically scanned pitch dark of the room. Rush of blood deafened him as hart pumped wildly. Of all the nightmares that he suffered through the years… this nightmare… this dream… this…this was the worst. Clutches of panic drove him on the edge of heart attack. Minutes sipped as he struggled to steady himself. Finally managing to gain control over his reactions, slacking the shoulders slightly, blinked in to the darkness. Trembling hand brushed over sweat soaked forehead
- Merlin. – breathed, sound of his own voice scratching his ears – I have a problem. –
Angrily untangling from sheets, twisted around him like a deadly vine, padded to the bathroom. Heavily leaned on the sink cabinet. Image in the mirror glared at him mockingly
“Dirty old pervert. Cradle-robber. You sic, weak…” - Don’t you look at me. - growled – She is not for you. Not for you. You do not deserve someone so pure. –
Stepping in to the shower, turned only cold water handle on. Groaning painfully when ice cold water stabbed him, his muscles violently contracting and twitching, heated skin erupted in painful prickles. Grounding his molars, forced himself to stay under the glacial stream. His skin seemed to heat itself from within, resisting the chill bite of shower. Adamant in his decision, he lingered under the shower until his teeth started to chatter.
Shivering, finally stepping out from the shower, wrapped himself in the soft bathing robe. Rushing to the living room in his quarters, ignoring shivers and bite of the icy stone beneath his feet, filled half of the tumbler with Firewiskey and downed it in one swing.
Four months, four months of iron self-control, passed since that dreadful day at the Ministry. Four bloody months, and now this. His eyes fell on the envelope placed on the mantelpiece of the fireplace. He growled at it. Pouring another portion of alcohol in to the glass he waved is hand and the fire roared. Plucking the envelope from its place he sat in to the armchair. The bloody thing was indestructible, he tried to burn it, to misplace it, to shred it. No matter what he tried the envelope always waited him on that same mantelpiece. Damn them, damn them all. Can’t they all just leave him alone? Let him disappear. Bloody Ministry Ball! Menacing growl escaped his lips.
He took large swing from the glass, whiskey burned his way down the throat and his eyes watered. Staring at the fire he fought, for the second time this night, against rising panic. She will be there. Painful tug of the insides forced another gulp of whiskey. If her invitation was anything like his, she will be there. He hurled the invitation to the fire, the paper burned and then appeared on the mantel above. Severus grounded his teeth in helpless anger. The bloody thing RSVPed his attendance the moment he opened it.
- Freedom of will and Greater good, they don’t go together in the same sentence, never did. – mussed – Merlin save me. What am I going to do now? -
"Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman" - Bryan Adams
To really love a woman
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
N' give her wings - when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
Ya know ya really love a woman
When you love a woman you tell her
that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her
that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
- really really ever loved a woman?
To really love a woman
Let her hold you -
til ya know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood
N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
Ya know ya really love a woman
When you love a woman
you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her
that you'll always be together
So tell me have you ever really -
really really ever loved a woman?
You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness - gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you
Ya really gotta love your woman...
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