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Night Patrol	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 57765 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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His fingers untangled from hers and she reached her hand out as if to grab him back, but he wrapped his hand around her wrist. No words were spoken as his eyes met hers and she stilled her movements. Severus moved his palm slowly up her arm. Her skin was soft and smooth, pleasant to touch and he had to bite his tongue inside his mouth to keep from crying out. His erection was painful as it strained against the cloth of his trousers, longing to feel her delicate hands wrapped around his length.

            Severus curled his hand around the top of her shoulder and nudged her gently backward until once again she was lying on her back on his desk, completely exposed to him. Two hands were on her body then, palms smoothing down over the sides of her chest and she whimpered as he moved his hands under the swell of her breast but continued down her stomach rather than touching her sensitive nipples. They peaked against the chill of the air in his office and Hermione closed her eyes, arched her chest up and tried not to beg with her whimpering.

            His hands paused a moment as they reached the joints of her thighs. Slowly he skimmed his palms over her flesh and trailed his hands back up her stomach until he cupped a breast in each hand. They were heavy, but soft and they filled his palms nicely. Fingers curled around skin and he gave them a flexing squeeze. She moaned. The pads of his thumbs swiped slowly across her stiffened nipples and he watched as she arched her chest into his touch.

            With his forefinger and thumb he gave each of her nipples a slight pinch and again she vocalized the pleasurable sensation. Hermione was reeling; the touches and caresses sending her body into hypersensitive overdrive. Each place he touched felt as if it were on fire with a pleasant tingling sensation, longing for more.

            Her breasts were once again chilled, his hands having trailed down her body once more but this time he did not stop when he met the joint of her thighs. He allowed his palms to curve around the soft supple flesh of her inner thigh and he dragged his nails ever so lightly across her legs.

            Hermione cried out, he was teasing her whether or not he meant to and in some part of her pleasure fogged brain she was certain that he meant to tease. But before she could part her lips to beg she felt his palm cup over her sex; fingers dragging slowly up the slick folds of her sex. His fingertips passed too quickly over her sensitive nub and she whimpered trying to arch her hips forward, needing more of his touch.

            She could have sworn she heard the slightest of chuckles from his lips but before she could analyze it and be certain his fingers were once again tracing over the slick folds of her sex and she was whimpering, arching, trying to guide her opening to him so she could feel his long slender digits inside of her.

            Severus extended his middle finger and dragged it slowly up the length of her sex, his breath catching in his throat, feeling how slick she was, feeling the heat, smelling how aroused she was. There was no turning back but he smirked, watching her respond. It was far better than just watching the girl do it to herself. He prodded the tip of his middle finger at her opening and then slowly pushed his finger inside her.

            Hermione cried out, feeling his finger and she groaned, arching her hips, needing to feel more. Slowly he pulled his finger out of her tight, slick folds, and this time pushed two fingers into her and she was whimpering as he did. Back and forth, in and out, slowly in and then even slower out; Severus worked his fingers, coating himself with her slick fluids. He closed his eyes, the sensations and scents overwhelming him. He needed to concentrate on something other than the gorgeous writhing witch before him or else he’d rip off his trousers and force himself into her.

            His fingers pumped faster into her and she was whimpering, mumbling incoherent words, begging for more. If she wanted more, he would give her more. Severus pushed a third finger into her slick sex. It was a tight fit, his fingers were long and slender but three of them together had her walls squeezing hard against him and he could no longer suppress his groan; imagining how tight she would feel against his cock.

            Hermione squealed; his fingers had stilled for a moment but then, rested deep inside of her, he began to curl them rapidly in a come-hither motion. He was flickering against a sensitive spot inside her and an almost feral smile crossed his lips. Bringing his left hand between her legs Severus began to circle his thumb over her clit, feeling her legs trembling around him. She was hardly able to control herself, chest heaving, nipples rock hard, her sex quivering.

            He twirled his fingers to the side as he pulled them from her sex and then pushed them in once more, rapidly pumping his hand into her slick folds as his thumb and forefinger worked to pinch at her sensitive bundle of nerves. Hermione shrieked her cry of pleasure, feeling a wave of sensations wash over her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, hips arched up, and she could feel her muscles spasming against his fingers.

            Severus looked pleased and waited for her body to stop jerking about before he slowly pulled his fingers from between her thighs. His digits glistened with her fluids. Her eyes were closed and she was panting as she laid there on his desk. His lips curled around his fingers and he groaned, sucking her sweet fluids from his skin. She tasted divine and he would need more of that later, he decided.

            As Hermione brought herself to a sitting position, body still trembling, face and torso still flushed, she met his gaze. Severus sat with his back pressed against his chair, arms crossed gently over his chest, face void of any expression, as if nothing had happened.

            Thank you didn’t seem like the right words but she longed to express her gratitude, and she longed to express how incredible it had felt. Her eyes wandered for a moment. Without his robes draping down over his figure it was easy to see his erection straining in his trousers. Hermione flushed once more and then quickly drew her eyes from his lap.

            He studied the girl for a moment. He’d caught her looking, but it would be far too dangerous. Enough had been enough, and he’d allowed himself to go a step too far. He’d deal with his trouser ailment once he dismissed her. Her lips were poised to speak but he shook his head ever so slightly. “Goodnight, Miss Granger, you are dismissed.”

            Her eyes didn’t fly open wide, though to say she wasn’t stunned would have been a lie. Hermione sat on the edge of his desk for a moment before she hopped down and stood beside his chair. For a moment he was relieved when she had climbed off the desk, but when she made no further moves to leave his office his body tensed.

            “You’re in a state…” she said.

            “I have crossed enough lines for one night, Miss Granger. I said you are dismissed.”

            Hermione reached her trembling hand forward and placed it on his shoulders. “Then what’s one more?” She slowly sank to her knees and before he could grab her hand she had placed her palm against his erection. Her eyes fell closed and her whole body shook. It was hard, yet fleshy, guarded through the fabric of his trousers. “I…” her voice trailed off as she gave his member a gentle squeeze and heard him hiss.

            Severus closed his eyes. Perhaps she was right. What was one more incident really going to hurt when they had gone that far? With a slow and shaky exhale he opened his eyes and gazed down at the inquisitive girl. “Your hands?” he asked almost so softly she wasn’t sure she had heard him.

            Hermione contemplated this for a moment. Her bravery and willingness to please got the better of her. “No, sir.” She shook her head. Meeting his gaze was difficult but she held it as she spoke. “My mouth.”

A/N: Sorry it took ages for the update. But I hope you all enjoyed it. Please leave a review!! :-)
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