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Getting Personal	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 38186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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5 — I Just Want Your Extra Time and Your . . . Kiss

Severus,
I'm home. Please come over when you can.
Hermione

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Severus went to Minerva and asked her to find someone to cover his rounds for the night. He refused to say where he was going, and he suspected Minerva was fearing the worst when it came to his absence. Her disapproving gaze did nothing to dissuade his determination to leave. Once she agreed to find a replacement for his dungeon duty, he was gone without a backward glance.
He was worried about Hermione. Her letters were usually chatty and warm, but that last note had been distant and cold. He was in his traveling cloak and striding across the grounds toward the gates in less than five minutes. He Apparated to an alley near her flat and took to the streets, brushing past slower pedestrians in his hurry to see her.
Severus knocked on her door and then quickly smoothed down his hair and straightened his clothes. The door opened, and he could tell immediately she’d been crying. Although her face was dry, her eyes and nose were still red.
Hermione didn’t know just seeing him at her door would quell the deranged beast inside her. She barely gave him a chance to come inside before she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest.
Severus was taken aback by her wordless welcome, but he couldn’t deny that he’d been just as eager to have her in his arms again. He was more than a little disturbed by that revelation, but there was no hesitation as he held her just as tightly. It was as if someone had thrown a switch inside him; all thoughts of school quieted as soon as he saw her. Her embrace smothered the dull colors from his life.
“What is it?” he murmured, resting his cheek on top of her head. “Is Barnabas still missing?”
She nodded. “Yes.” Tears stung the backs of her eyes. “I’m so scared for him.”
That was the difference between them. She worried about everyone and everything, he was concerned only for her. Her ability to care so deeply was one of the reasons he trusted her as much as he did. “Why don’t we sit down.”
Hermione nodded and took his cloak for him. His arm went right back around her shoulders, pulling her to him as they settled on the sofa. His frock coat irritated her skin, but she leaned her head against him anyway. His other hand reached over and covered hers, stopping her from picking apart the edge of her fingernail.
“Tell me,” he said softly. “What’s happened?”
She squeezed her eyes tight so they’d stop prickling. “All his things were gone. He just packed up and ran away.”
Severus wouldn’t say what they both already knew. Barnabas had probably gone home.
“There’s no sign of him anywhere.” Tears leaked from beneath her lids.
He stroked her head as she took a shaky breath.
“We spent all day yesterday searching.”
She started to cry, and he pulled her closer. “It’s all right.”
He didn’t have much stake in Barnabas’s whereabouts, but he cared because she cared. She’d had enough painful losses in her life. Saving this house-elf meant everything to her. She may not realize it, but she was still fighting the final battle. There was some part of her that believed if she saved this one elf, she might be redeemed for the deaths of her friends. He had a feeling she thought that about every case she was given.
Hermione cried on his shoulder for the next twenty minutes. She hated crying. There had been times in her life where she’d cried every single day, and she was tired of it. But having him there stroking her head and whispering that she’d be all right left her sobbing like a baby. He was the first person to really take care of her since the war. Sure she’d been healed by mediwitches and she talked to people who cared about her emotionally, but no one ever just held her while she bawled. He wasn’t really doing anything except being there. But that was monumental when she thought about who he was. And it meant so much to her.
Severus sat quietly while she cried. Usually he couldn’t wait to get away from tearful witches, but this was entirely different. She’d come to him for discipline and affection. He’d signed up for it. Wasn’t this what he wanted? To prove his humanity? To connect with another person? This level of emotional involvement was new and strange to him, but he thought he was handling it well. It wasn’t a strain to sit on her couch with his arm around her. It was actually rather pleasant. It would have been better if she wasn’t crying, but he liked that she felt comfortable enough with him to be so open.
When she was finally still and quiet, Severus brushed back her hair and tipped up her chin so he could clean off her face with his wand. “Feel better?”
She nodded. “Yes. Thank you for coming over, Severus.”
"How did you sleep last night?" he asked softly.
"Not well," she admitted. "I was in bed by eleven, but I was too sick to sleep."
He could tell she was on her last leg. “Have you eaten yet?”
“I had a sandwich earlier. I’m not hungry.”
“All right.” He kissed her forehead. “Then let’s just stay right here for a while.”
“On the sofa?”
“Are you uncomfortable?””
“No.”
“Do you need to be somewhere?”
She smiled. “No.”
“Is there something else you need from me right now?”
Hermione didn’t want to move from that spot. “No. I want to stay right here.”
His lips twitched into a smile. “Good.”
She ran her fingers over the buttons of his frock coat. “I am getting face burn though.”
Severus nodded with a small smirk. Using his wand, he unbuttoned his coat, and she helped him pull it off. It was much cooler in just his black dress shirt; he’d been getting awfully warm with her pressed up against him the way she was. “Better?”
She smiled and rested her head on him again. “Much.”
Severus fancied it too. She was like a little bluebell flame pressed into his side. She curled into him, and he melted into her warmth even more. He’d come over to help her, but he was experiencing a great deal of relief himself.
Hermione closed her eyes and slid her arm around his waist. For such a bony man, he was certainly nice to lie against. She could get used to this.
Severus spent the next forty minutes lost in the full Hermione experience. Her curly hair tickled his face, but he was grateful for it. When was the last time anyone’s hair had tickled his face? Her curls smelled of apples, and he kept burying his nose in her hair to get another hit. That was his reward for venturing out of the dungeons: downy warm bookworms who smelled of apple orchards and sex. Her fuzzy pink jumper was soft as a baby chick. He couldn’t stop petting her.
Hermione blinked her eyes open. She was getting groggy from his slow stroking. Lifting her head, she looked up at him. His eyes seemed much more peaceful than she ever remembered. They weren’t piercing her, they were sucking her in. He lifted his hand, and his fingertips grazed her cheek. She leaned into his touch, silently asking for more.
He couldn’t believe how bloody soft her skin was. And her lips . . . . He ran his thumb over the lower one, noting the subtle change in texture. Her mouth was a wonder of juicy enticement. He had the sudden urge to press his lips to hers, but he didn’t know if he should. Kissing her brow and hugging her very clearly fell under the category of affection, but snogging was most definitely romance. He had never kissed any of his subs. Ever. It was too personal, too invasive. He didn’t want want to be that close to them; he’d wanted to keep some distance. Her tongue ran hot and wet over the pad of his thumb before her teeth softly nipped him; his prick jumped to life.
His eyes sparked with dark fire, and Hermione's pulse throbbed in her throat. Get a hold of yourself, girl. He's here to fill a role. Her stomach refused to listen; it jumped and flipped like an anxious acrobat. This isn't a date. He's not your boyfriend. He's a man who agreed to help you with some spanking and shagging.
Severus continued to debate himself. He had kissed only three people in his entire life. All in his youth. Lily had been his first. It had been the sweetest moment of his life. He had a horrible feeling that it had meant much more to him than it had to her, or perhaps he’d just been a repulsive first kiss. He’d only been twelve; he didn’t know what he was doing. The second kiss had been the first witch he’d slept with. She'd been a bookish Slytherin with a sharp tongue and wit. He’d slept with her mostly out of anger. Lily was spending more time with Potter, and he knew that his dreams of her becoming his were futile. Life had screwed him over once again. Or he’d screwed himself. Either way, he learned quickly that he could fuck the anger from his soul (even if the effects were only temporary). Lucius had been the most talented of the three. He couldn’t hold a candle to Lily’s sweetness, but he could snog Snape to the brink of ejaculation. They only slept together casually, but it was Lucius who’d introduced him to the hidden world of sex clubs and slaves. Severus found his niche playing dominant at those clubs. Legilimency afforded him an edge over the other men. Everyone gushed about how he always knew just what they wanted.
That world was a separate part of his life. It was a big part of him, but he could never fully embrace it. He always had to stay on guard against the Dark Lord’s mental invasions. If Severus had ever become attached to someone and Voldemort found out, it would have been dangerous for him and his partner. After a while it had just become too complicated to continue. The more stressful his life became, the less he went out. For a few years, he met Lucius every week or so just to rid himself of the physical tension. The Dark Lord already knew of their involvement and had them both by the balls, so there was nothing to risk.
Kissing Granger would be a massive step out of his comfort zone. And once he took that step, he couldn’t ever go back. But maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. Wasn’t that kind of intimacy exactly what he’d been looking for? What was more human than kissing? This was supposed to be about figuring out what kind of man he really was—experiencing life again. He had no idea how she would react to such a gesture. Perhaps he should ask her what she wanted first.
Hermione was tired of arguing the pros and cons in her head. Was he not her lover who wore many hats? She slid her hand over his face, curling her fingers along his jaw and drawing him closer. She went slowly, giving him plenty of chances to pull back or stop her in some way, but he didn't resist; he just stared into her eyes until their noses were brushing and her lips were a breath away from his.
Severus watched her pupils go dark with desire. She wanted it just as much as he did. That took a considerable amount of weight off his shoulders. She might prefer being submissive in bed, but there was still that spark of Gryffindor courage underlying her behavior. She wasn’t trying to dominate him with the direction, she was just being her usual honest self. Sometimes a simple gesture spoke louder than words.
He crossed that last barrier of space between them and touched his lips to hers. Hermione’s stomach flipped over; the soft buzz of pleasure jolted all the way down to her toes. She kissed him back, her mouth softly pressed to his. She’d snogged her fair share of wizards over the years, but none of them had ever made her feel like this. That same patience and control he had in bed was matched in his kiss. She hadn’t even felt his tongue yet; he was almost teasing, catching her lower lip between his like a juicy strawberry—then moving to her upper lip for an equally tasty sample. She did the same thing to him, sucking gently on whichever lip was offered.
His hand slid into her hair, and Severus closed his eyes. Those lips that felt so perfect wrapped around his cock were even more glorious when they met with his. Her mouth was sweeter than a sugar quill. He didn’t want to miss an inch of it. Testing out both her upper and lower lip, he found them to be equally delightful; only a subtle variation in plumpness and agility differentiated one from the other.
Hermione was going slightly mad. She wanted more. She wanted him claiming every tooth and taste bud as his own. She wanted him to devour her with the same hunger he showed her pussy. Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue over his thin lips and tapped lightly.
Snape's chest tightened with a twinge of excitement, his heart stumbling as the wet, velvet warmth of her tongue licked over his lips. He growled softly and let her inside, his own tongue greeting her arrival. They swirled together, tasting each other like first-years gorging themselves on sweets. He couldn’t get enough of her. The chills oozing through his belly left his brain empty and his dick full. She didn’t have any of Lucius’s forcefulness, but he didn’t need it. She was all invitation and curiosity, a bundle of playful sensuality. He was suddenly damn glad he’d answered that ad.
Hermione was becoming a gooey mass of pudding. Her insides had liquified and were currently seeping out of her pussy like a spillway. Bloody hell that man knew how to kiss. She snaked one arm around his neck and locked herself against him. The room was getting far too hot for such close confines, but she didn’t care; she pulled him even closer, curling her hand around his head and carding her hand into his hair.
“Maowwrrr.”
They didn’t pull apart, but they both looked over in the direction the sound had come from. Crookshanks was sitting across from them with an expectant expression on his face.
Severus kept his lips against hers. “Do you think he wants something, or does he object to our proximity?”
Hermione smiled and gave him a soft peck. “It’s time for his furball treatment and catnip. Just give me one minute.”
He let out short growl of impatience and disappointment, but he leaned back and helped her disentangle herself from his person.
Hermione forced herself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. “Come on, Crookshanks.”
Crookshanks didn’t get up right away. He stared at Snape with a cool unwavering gaze that the Potions master had to admire. That cat could have cracked any first or second-year in 30 seconds.
“Crooks, where are you?” Hermione called from the kitchen.
Crookshanks rose but never took his eyes off Snape. Severus always got the impression all cats were master Legilimens, reading everyone and dismissing them with a flick of the tail. And this one seemed vaguely amused by whatever it was he saw in Snape. His orange tail finally twitched out of sight, and Severus relaxed, no longer feeling the yellow eyes of scrutiny washing over him.
“There you are,” Hermione crooned, bending down so he could lick the meaty-scented furball paste from her finger. She scratched his ears as he finished. “That’s my good boy. Are you ready for your mouse?”
Crookshanks flopped down as she rolled his fuzzy toy mouse through the catnip. She set it on the floor for him, and he rubbed his face into it like a junkie. Hermione grinned. “Have fun.”
She went to the sink to wash her hands then headed back out to Snape. She stopped short when she saw him. He looked quite handsome in the warm glow of her lamps—his hair mussed, eyes dark as midnight. In her absence he had unbuttoned his top two buttons and rolled up his sleeves. She couldn’t help smiling at how his arm was "casually" thrown across the back of the couch, prepared for her to return to her previous position. Hermione was ready to sink back into his arms, but she wanted to get even closer. She unfastened her jeans and started to peel them down, watching his face to gauge his reaction.
Severus sat up a little straighter. “What are doing?”
“Getting comfortable.”
She wiggled out of her tight jeans, and Severus sat back and enjoyed the show. Her little lacy, pink knickers almost matched her jumper. She gave him a wicked smile that made his cock sit up and take notice. Dismissing the previous seating arrangement, she climbed in his lap and straddled his hips. Her pussy pressed against his burgeoning erection, grinding into him through his trousers.
Hermione saw the dark desire flare in his eyes. That excited her just as much as the hard column pressing into her core. She slipped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his nose with hers.
Snape gripped her hips, playing his thumbs along the satiny strings at the sides of her knickers. She brushed her nose along his cheek, and he closed his eyes as an unfamiliar warmth coated his stomach. It seemed too sweet to be sexual, but his cock just kept filling as if she were kissing more southerly parts of his anatomy. She placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, and he turned his face, meeting her teasing peck with his own.
His tongue slowly crept back into her mouth, making her moan and squirm in his lap. His patience was quickly dwindling. The relaxed exploration gradually became more urgent. He got to know the contours of her mouth intimately before he gave her a chance to breathe.
Severus grunted as she came right back at him. Her teeth teased his lower lip like a cannibal playing with its food. Her dancing hips and oral overtures were becoming too much for him. He was hard as a rock and ready to burst the seams of his fly. Sliding his hands around to her arse, he grabbed a cheek in each hand and lifted her up so his dick could take a break. He dropped his head to the back of the seat and panted up at her. “Slow down, little girl. We have all night.”
He spread her cheeks wider, and Hermione tried to rub her clit against his abdomen. He was so bloody sexy: hair a mess, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and glistening from her ardor. If a look could make a person come, she’d have been screaming his name right then. Slipping her hand down between them, she tried to open his fly. She wanted to impale herself on him. His zip slid down, freeing the bulging weight of his hard-on.
Severus growled as her fingers dove into his trousers. He tried to pull out of her firm grasp but only succeeded in making her tug at his cock. Releasing her arse, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands off of him, holding her at bay so he wouldn’t explode in his shorts.
She ground her hips into him again, aroused by the manual restraint. “I want you so much.”
“We have all night. Don’t be in a rush.”
“Please take me to bed. I need you inside me.”
Severus winced as the pleasure started to build in his balls. “Arms up,” he rasped, lifting her hands toward the ceiling.
Hermione held up her arms as he pulled off her jumper. As soon as it was gone, she was pressing into him, loving the hard heat of his body. For such a cold looking man, he was hotter than asphalt in August.
Severus unhooked her bra and pulled it off before she could get going again. His hands automatically went to her soft tits, cupping them and thumbing her stiff nipples. Brushing his lips over her ear, he purred, “Are those pretty pink knickers nice and wet for me?”
The gravelly rock slide of his words skipped down her spine like a stone over water, thunking to a splashing halt in her pussy. “Drenched, sir.”
He smirked. “All right. Let’s go to your room. I don’t want that cat of yours critiquing my performance.”
She grinned and pulled him off the couch with her, dragging him to her room.
Once the door clicked shut, Severus let his trousers drop to the floor and kicked off his shoes. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off while she turned on the lights and climbed into bed. When she went to take off her knickers, he stopped her. “No. I’ll do that.”
Hermione smiled and nodded, watching him strip for her. He looked tasty. Like white chocolate. He'd always been a bit sallow, but the increased blood flow of excitement left him looking healthy rather than ghostly. When he peeled off his boxers, her musings on his pallor were forgotten. His dick looked very healthy: heavy and full.
Severus rested one knee on the bed then crawled toward her. Her legs parted for him like the Red Sea. Settling over top of her, he ground his dick along her damp gusset. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes," she gasped, digging her fingers into his back as he started to rock against her. "Please take off my knickers, sir."
He chuckled and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking at her pulse. “All in good time,” he muttered. Her skin tasted like whipped cream. He couldn’t stop licking her.
Hermione moaned as he lapped a wet trail down the center of her body. His tongue delved into her navel as his fingers pinched her nipples to sharp peaks. Her body wouldn’t stay still; she was twitching and bucking under him as if she’d been struck by lightening. Chills shot up her spine, making every hair on the the back of her neck stand on end. When he finally sank down to her pink panties, she was ready to mash his face into her pussy and suffocate him with her appreciation.
She didn’t though.
He did it all on his own.
Severus could smell her growing arousal through that last lacy layer. Brushing his nose over the damp patch at the front, he gave her nipple one last tweak before sliding his hands down to her hips. Catching the satin strings at the sides, he rolled her knickers down her legs, watching the unveiling with a small smirk. Her pubic hair was noticeably wet along her slit. Tossing her knickers over his shoulder, he sank down to her sweet muff. This was the best seat in the house.
His nose ran over her inner thigh and then, grazing across her labia, did the same to her other thigh. Parting her with two fingers, he held open her lips and surveyed the area. It was perfect. Her juicy shine was begging for his tongue. Licking up her center, he indulged in her sweetness. Her core was glistening red, ripe as a raspberry. He suckled her inner lips, pulling the wine from her chalice.
Her back arched off the bed as he smothered his face in her sex. His nose was all over her clit, his breath shooting a breeze through her interior. His tongue was at her entrance, lapping up everything he couldn’t reach with his lips. Hermione wasn’t petting his head, she was tearing at his hair. She didn’t want to hurt him, but a person grabs at what they can when they’re being pushed overboard; and she was dangling from the guardrail by her fingertips.
Severus shook his head back and forth so the slick mass of her engorged nub bumped over the bridge of his nose. She screamed his name, and her muscles pulsed against his tongue. Her entire body had drawn itself into a tight arch, her fingers clamping into his skull. He couldn’t help grinning to himself as she jerked against his face.
When she relaxed and stopped wailing, he came up for air, ready to fuck her until she screamed like that again. Severus climbed up and settled his hips against hers, grinding his length into her sopping center. Reaching between them, he aimed his knob into her silken heat. "Is this what you've been thinking about all week?"
She smiled. "Yes, sir. It's been a wet week."
He carefully slid inside, holding back his groan as her body accepted him. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her body while fighting his dwindling restraint. The urge to fuck her through the mattress was overwhelming. Perhaps that was due to the prolonged snogging session on her sofa.
Hermione’s jaw dropped as he filled her. There was no more room inside her. No room for racing thoughts. No room for worry. No room for sadness. This was all she needed: the here and now of his cock driving the darkness out of her with every thrust. His face was glinting with her juices. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. And he was staring at her with enough heat to singe off her eyebrows. Catching his face in both hands, she pulled his mouth on top of hers and kissed him the way he deserved to be kissed.
Severus sank into the sweetness of her mouth. He’d never kissed while fucking; It was more of a before or after kind of activity. But this was bloody amazing. It added a whole new layer of sensation. She was a parfait of pleasure. Her tongue penetrated his mouth as his cock penetrated her pussy. Or was he enveloping her tongue as she enveloped his cock? That was a zen riddle he wasn't up for pondering at the moment.
His engorged knob prodded her depths, sending vibrations all the way from her pussy to her stomach. His thrusts reverberated throughout her entire body. She didn't feel like crying this time, she felt strangely calm and euphoric. If he continued circling his hips like that, she was going to be screaming into his mouth in a few minutes. He kept grinding into her and then giving her a few slow thrusts. It was maddeningly perfect.
Severus grunted as her legs tightened around his hips. It wasn't just her softness that made him insane, it was her openness. She didn't hold anything back. Good or bad. If she was sad, she cried. If she thought his cock was gorgeous, she told him. If she wanted his lips sealed against hers as they rutted on her eyelet comforter, she made it impossible for him to resist. He wasn't used to such honesty. Mostly he dealt with students who constantly lied about one thing or another: why they didn't have their homework, why they were out after curfew, why their cauldron was melting all over his desk. It was a bloody relief to hear the truth for once.
Hermione slid her hands around to his back, running her palms over the ropy muscles; she was hungry for his strength. Constantly being the strong one was bloody exhausting. She did nothing but fight on a daily basis: fight the system, fight injustice, fight ignorance. If she could hand off some of that weight, maybe she wouldn't feel as though she were drowning all the time. She wanted him to take charge just so she could rest.
Severus pulled his lips from hers and caught his breath. She looked so bloody beautiful beneath him. He kissed her cheek and whispered, "Do you like that?"
Hermione nodded. "Please don't stop."
Snape smirked. He wanted to stay inside her until his dick was so saturated with her cream he could wring it into his morning coffee. "Is your pussy ready to sing for me?"
She gasped as he nipped at her neck. "If anyone can make it sing, it's you."
Snape chuckled into her warm skin. "It sounds perfect to me. Hearing you scream my name is excellent, but it can't hold a candle to this wet little pussy."
Hermione shivered as his scratchy whisper tickled her ear. "You're driving me insane."
He laughed, muffling the sound in her shoulder. "I think you're ready to come. Would you like to be on top this time?"
She thought about it briefly, picturing him on his back below her. She wanted to see if she could make him grunt and growl while she rode him. "Yes. Are you going to come?"
He smiled and shook his head. "Not yet. I want to make sure you sleep well tonight." He’d keep it to himself that he’d already come once that morning with her name on his lips.
Hermione smiled back and held on as he rolled them over so he was on his back. It took her a few seconds to get her bearings. Pushing herself upright, she started to grind against him.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. He was so deep. Every swirl of her hips brought a new sensation for her to explore. She was hitting spots inside her pussy she never even knew existed. Every time a new area was discovered, she set up camp for bit, testing every kind of thrust and wiggle to see how each compared.
Severus was watching her not only for the artistry of her movement, but to see how she got herself off. He knew this was her preferred method. He could just picture her alone in bed at night, riding her fingers and frigging her clit. She was slowly gaining momentum, progressing from a delicate swirl to a steady trot. He was torn between watching the desire play over her face or seeing her tits sway and jiggle as she picked up the pace. Realizing he had another option, he covered her bouncing breasts with both hands and locked his eyes on hers. He could have both.
Hermione went back and forth between deep undulations and just riding him full speed. Both left her moaning so loudly her throat was going dry. When her thighs started to burn, she knew it was time to stop teasing herself. Leaning forward just a bit, she got her clit in on the action, letting it kiss his pelvis each time she slammed down. “Oh God!”
Severus grinned. Her face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Torture and ecstasy. Giving her a helping hand, he pinched her knotted nipples between his fingers. Her eyelids fluttered low, and she stared into his eyes as if she’d been drugged. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Digging her fingers into his chest to keep hold of him, Hermione rode him like a pro. James was right, she could be a cowgirl. She was certainly sweating like one. His scorching gaze was enough to roast her all on its own. She was lost in the bottomless pits of his black eyes. They seemed to go on for eternity. The constricting in her core suddenly snapped, throbbing through her like a sonic blast. She shouted his name and pounded herself through the electric pulse in her pussy.
Severus gritted his teeth as she came, locking his pelvis in place so she could take what she needed from him. Her muscles danced around his shaft, squeezing and pulling like a greedy mob. He planned to fuck her until she came again so he could feel her sweet sheath squeezing him dry.
Hermione slowed as she came back down, settling into a lazy roll. Holding her hips, he gently thrust into her from below, letting her pussy wind down but keeping her primed for more.
"How do you feel now?" he whispered.
Hermione couldn't stop smiling. She was just about knackered. "Calm."
Severus smirked at her sated expression. "Do you want me back on top?"
"Yes, please. My calf is starting to cramp."
Snape helped her off him. “Get on your stomach.”
A layer of sweat coated her like dew. She rolled into an unused portion of bedding and sighed as the blessed coolness drained her heat. Snape's hands were gliding over her slick body, delving down between her thighs to spread her legs. She opened up wide for him.
Brushing his fingers over her parted lower lips, he grinned at the shine glazing his fingers. His cock was getting sticky as her honey began to dry. Kneeling behind her, he held open her cheeks, just to check in with her neglected port. It twitched at the exposure, hiding from the light like a vampire shrinking from the sun. "Arch your back for me."
Hermione's pussy jumped with jealousy, begging for Snape to come back home. "Please fuck me, Severus. My pussy needs you."
His grin widened and he released her bouncy bum to lay against her. When her curvy rump was pressed to his hips and his chest was pressed to her back, he reached down and grabbed hold of his dick. Buttering it in her folds, he teased her for minute.
"Your pussy needs me?" he repeated, rumbling at the back of her ear. "I can hear that. It's salivating."
Her face went red, but she was at a level of desperation that overrode her embarrassment. “Yes, it is. Please! Come back in."
He laughed. "Such a gracious and wet little hostess. Is this what you want?" he asked, pressing his tip to her weeping entrance.
"Yes!" she moaned, tearing at the comforter as her stomach twisted with tension.
Sinking into her welcoming warmth, he closed his eyes and submerged his brain in the pleasure of her body. "Mmmmm. You were right, it is nice in here. I think I'll stay a while."
Her muscles relaxed as he began to rock inside her. The slip and slide of his sex was sublime. And the angle was just right. He somehow felt even bigger, stretching her opening while his knob ground into her front wall. He brushed her hair out of the way, and touched his lips to her neck, his breath hot and heavy on her damp skin.
Severus licked the sweat from her neck then grazed her thumping pulse with his teeth. Her raging desire for him was quite a turn on. The sloshing of her sex and the creak of her bedsprings could still be heard over her whimpers and heavy breathing; the sounds wove together, creating a salacious symphony for him to keep time to.
He changed the tempo whenever she started to calm, making sure to keep her on the edge of her seat. Slowly, he worked over the back of her neck, leaving a purple and red trail of love bites. She seemed to love the sharp pull of suction and the nip of his teeth. He kept asking her if she wanted another one, and the answer was always a heated "yes!"
Hermione had never been in such a situation before. There seemed to be no end to his titillating talents. Her vagina wavered between orgasm and defeat. And she didn't know which one she wanted. Keeping him inside her sounded perfect, but her body was dying for some relief. It didn't seem healthy to just let things go on indefinitely.
Severus was also in the midst of an internal tug-of-war. This was not at all like his other "relationships." Even though he'd put her facedown so he could stop snogging her and think, she still commanded every ounce of him. He often felt responsible for his subs, but this went far beyond that. He felt connected to her. We do share a rather life-altering bit of history. The final battle had wounded and freed them both to some degree. But that didn't entirely explain the affection bubbling in his gut. He'd known that making a commitment to work with a witch in this manner would inspire feelings he wasn't used to (or had forgotten). But finding Granger of all people so accepting of both his discipline and physical person was more than a pleasant surprise. He had a bizarre new outlet for his repressed emotional development. All those years ago, Evans was the one person willing to see past his cold exterior; now Hermione was offering him that same chance. She saw the better side of him; and he wanted to show it to her. This time, however, he knew the penalty for abandoning such kindness. Severus Snape was not a man who made the same mistake twice.
Hermione started to crack. Her body had decided it was going to climax no matter what, and if he didn't get her there soon, she was going to flip him over and take him for another ride. She didn't want to move though. He felt so good on top of her. Hot and sweaty—but good. "Please, sir. I can't take any more."
Snape pulled his nose from her hair and put his lips to the back of her ear. "Call me Severus."
His tongue flickered over her ear, and Hermione grunted. "Yes! Severus, please! I'm so close."
Snapping his hips a little faster, he gave her what she needed. "Let me feel that pussy," he hissed. "Hold onto my cock like you're never going to let go."
Hermione tried to tighten herself around him. It produced an entirely new sensation, and her core began to engage. "Unh!"
"That's right," he crooned, nuzzling her neck. "Come for me"
She did. Her muscles bore down around his dick, and she shouted with relief. Every anxiety in her body flooded out around his length. Wave after wave. She floated back to shore and let out a deep sigh.
Severus concentrated on pushing himself over the edge and followed her moments later, grunting softly into her damp skin as he unfurled inside her. His body shuddered, expelling a good deal of the reticence he'd been harboring as his seed burst forth. It was a cleansing climax. Heaving a great sigh, he rested against the radiating heat of her body.
"Do you think you can sleep now?" he panted.
Hermione smiled. "Can you stay?"
"As long as you wake me up early enough to get back to the castle."
"I get up at six."
"That's fine." Carefully pulling out of her, he slid to his left and stretched out on his side.
Hermione was sad that he pulled out, but grateful for the cooling breeze. She turned her head to look at him, smirking when she saw his disheveled hair and drooping eyelids. "I need some water . . . and the loo."
He nodded and wandlessly cast a Tergio over his cock. He wanted to leave her cream where it was, but he didn't want to make a mess of her sheets. "I'll be here."
Rolling limply to the side, Hermione rose from the bed and padded down the short hall to the bathroom. It took some serious pressure, but she finally got the wee free. After she cleaned up (and did some investigating to see how weird her pussy felt), she went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Crookshanks was lazing in the dark kitchen, watching for Hermes’ return through the window.
"Maaowr."
"Yes, we're done. Stop looking at me like that."
She downed a small glass of water then got one for Severus. He must be thirsty; he's been working awfully hard.
"Raooowr."
"I'm sorry," Hermione said, crouching down to scratch his head. "He's stealing your spot in the bed for tonight."
Crookshanks yawned and dropped his head back to the floor.
"I'll make you both breakfast tomorrow morning," she promised, taking the glass and turning out the light.
"Maow."
"Night," she answered back.
Severus opened his eyes as she came back in the room. "Did I hear you talking to someone?"
"Crookshanks," she said, climbing in and handing him the water.
"Ah." He sat up a little and took the glass from her. "Is this for me?"
"Yes, of course. Aren't you thirsty?"
He was. He just wasn't used to people thinking of him. "Yes. Thank you."
She smiled and climbed under the sheets with him. "I told Crooks I'd make you both breakfast in the morning. What do you usually eat?"
Snape swallowed half the glass and set it on the night table. "You don't have to make me anything."
She scooted closer to him. "I'd like to do it. Unless you want pancakes or something, we're limited to porridge and eggs and cereal and juice."
"Porridge and eggs are fine," he said, settling on his back and pushing the blanket down to his waist. He was still somewhat hot but didn't want to get out from under the covers. "I don't suppose you have coffee?"
"Actually, I do. I keep some in the freezer for guests."
That was a pleasant surprise. "Give it to me first if you want me to be human when you see me."
Hermione laughed and put her hand on his chest. "No problem."
Snape's skin tingled where she touched him. Putting his hand over hers, he stroked her fingers. "Come on,” he said, waving her over. “I know you want to."
Grinning, Hermione slid right up next to him and put her head on his chest. His arm went around her just like before, and she heard him mutter "Nox." The room went dark. Closing her eyes, she listened to the rhythm of his breathing, letting it lull her into a realm of sated dreams and deep sleep.

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Severus woke in the morning to the dim light of dawn just starting to glow behind her window shade. Looking around, he was confused about where his warm little partner had gotten off to. Her side of the bed was empty, but she must have covered him back up, because the blanket was tucked around him on her side.
Not counting his need for coffee, he felt pretty damn good. Climbing out of bed, he gathered his clothes and made his way to her loo. After draining his bladder, he washed his face in the sink and did his best with his hair. He put on his clothes and checked himself in the mirror. It was passable. If he had enough time to take a shower when he got back, he would. If not, no one was likely to notice.
He smelled the sweet ambrosia of percolating caffeine, and followed the aroma to her little kitchen. She was busy at the stove, wearing her maroon bathrobe as she studied the eggs. Her frayed orange cat meowed at him, and Severus nodded at him in greeting.
Hermione turned, smiling softly when she saw him. "Morning. Have a seat. I've got your coffee right here."
She poured his coffee from a french press and brought him the mug (sporting a Chudley Cannons Chaser zooming around its perimeter). He took it from her, inhaling the dark roast before reviving his brain.
"There's sugar and cream on the table," she said with a smirk.
"This is excellent," he said after sipping it experimentally. "Where did a witch who doesn't like coffee learn to brew such an exemplary cup?"
Hermione went back to her skillet, her smile sagging. "My dad likes coffee. I used to make it for him when I was little."
He hadn't meant to remind her of her parents. That was no way to start the day. "This is far better than what the house-elves give me at Hogwarts."
Her back stiffened.
Bugger! Could he say one more thing wrong? Perhaps just shout "Barnabas" in her ear? "Those eggs smell good too. How long have you been up?"
"Just about twenty minutes," she said quietly.
"I'm going to hear it from Minerva when I get back," he told her, trying to lighten the mood. "Think I should tell her where I've been running off to?"
Hermione flashed him a grin over her shoulder. "I think she might hex your bits blue."
"Well, I wasn't going to give her details."
Hermione shook her head. He sounded groggy as hell, but he also seemed to be in a good mood. "You want your porridge first or eggs?"
"Eggs. Do you have any milk?"
She nodded. "In the fridge."
"I'll get it."
He opened her refrigerator and raised one eyebrow, processing what he was seeing. She had everything in containers, labelled and stacked like some obsessive-compulsive chef. It was the most anal-retentive thing he'd ever seen. He pulled out the milk and set it on the table then went to her cupboards. The canned goods were stacked in perfect rows—in alphabetical order. The boxes were likewise arranged (probably with a slide-rule). He checked the cabinet. The dishes and glasses were all arranged by size (which wasn't strange) but also perfectly equidistant (which was).
"What are you looking for?" she asked, sliding their eggs onto two plates.
He would never pressure her about following the rules again. Being organized was one thing, but this was neurotic. "I'll be right back."
He went to her bathroom and found the drawers and cupboard all painstakingly straight and orderly just like the kitchen. He'd never seen such perfectly folded towels.
Sneaking over to her bedroom, he started with the second drawer down. The top drawer held her underwear, and he'd already seen its perfectly folded and color-coded rows. It hadn't struck him as strange at the time, but then again, he had been more distracted by the contents.
Perfectly creased and stacked jeans and jumpers filled one drawer—also color-coded. T-shirts and other shirts, pressed to perfection. The closet was arranged by both color and length. She didn't have a lot of clothes, but he didn't need to see any more.
Hermione came into the room looking confused and a bit angry. "What are you doing? Are you going through my things?"
Severus closed the closet and went to her. "We need to talk."
The anger melted, leaving just the confusion. "Talk? About what?"
He put his arm around her shoulders and led her back to the kitchen. "Sit down. We'll talk while we eat."
Hermione sat across from him at the tiny table and watched him watch her. When he motioned for her to go ahead and eat, she picked up a triangle of toast and smeared some jam on it, keeping one eye on him the whole time.
"Miss Granger," he started, taking a sip of coffee before continuing. "It has just come to my attention that your need for order is overwhelming your life."
"What do you mean?" she asked as she nibbled her toast.
"The precision with which you have organized this flat is disturbing.” He held up his hand when she started to protest. "I understand your need for control and order in a world that seems unpredictable and harsh, but this is unhealthy. Have you told your therapist about all this?"
Hermione looked down at her porridge. "No."
"Tell her. Today. I'm not going to ask you to stop right away, but this is something we need to correct. Immediately. Do you understand?"
"You're going to spank me?"
She looked half-hopeful and half-concerned. He hadn’t been planning to spank her, but it was clear she needed it. "This morning. Before I leave. I want you to think about this today. I know you have a lot on your plate with things at work, but . . . this is obsessive, Miss Granger. The sooner you address this, the sooner you can get on with your life."
She picked at her food as he tucked into his breakfast. She wanted the spanking, but letting go of her nice neat flat sounded horrid.
Severus watched her pick at her food. "Please eat, Miss Granger. Why do you look so nervous?"
"I don't know. Do you really think it's that bad?"
He nodded and reached across the table for her hand. "When we're both done eating," he said, looking pointedly at her plate, "I'll take you back to your room and warm your bottom."
Hermione's face flared red.
"I won't make you cry. I don't want to send you to work like that. It'll just be enough to remind you to think about the change I'm asking you to make. Does that sound scary?"
She shook her head. "Not the spanking part."
"But the changing part?"
"Yes."
"We'll talk about that in bit. Please eat your breakfast. You need your strength."
Hermione ate her food but tasted very little of it. She wasn't scared so much as apprehensive. Breakfast went by in a blur. Her eyes kept searching his face, hoping for some kind of reassurance. His expression stayed pretty blank. He ate everything she'd made then poured himself another cup of coffee and waited for her to finish.
Snape checked the clock on the stove. "How much time do you need to get ready for work?"
"If I want to look semi-decent, about twenty minutes."
"That gives us just a half hour or so. Are you ready?"
She set her spoon in her mostly-empty bowl. "Yes."
He rose and waited for her to join him. They made their way to her bedroom in silence. Snape's silence was thoughtful, but he could tell hers was more tense. "I'm just going to have you put your hands on the bed. I don't want you bending over my lap and being sick all over the place."
Hermione nodded and began to undo her sash.
"Hold on," he said, touching her hand to stop her. "First you look me in the eye and say what you're supposed to."
Looking him in the eye while he shagged her was vastly different than when asking for a spanking. She suddenly felt guilty for keeping her flat so clean. And she was slightly embarrassed that he was preparing to punish her yet again . . . like a naughty little girl. How can I love something but be so freaked out by it?
After another deep breath, she forced herself to get it over with. "I've been bad again, sir. I'm too obsessive about cleaning and it's unhealthy. Please will you spank my bare bottom and turn it red so I remember this all day."
Severus gave her a small smile. "That was lovely, Miss Granger." He touched her cheek. "Except you haven't been bad. Bad is when you do something you know is wrong. You've done everything I've asked. You are not bad. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then take off your robe and bend over, hands on the bed."
Hermione did as he asked, baring her body for him. The room felt too cold, but she tried to ignore the gooseflesh prickling her skin. He stood to her side and rubbed his hand over her bum.
Slap! He kept the swats slow and easy. He really did just want her warm from this. Her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink, and he stopped when they were evenly colored. Swiping his hand over the curve of her backside, he wiped away some of the sting. "I know the thought of change worries you. You're clinging to the things that bring some much needed order to a world full of chaos. It's a coping mechanism. You don't want any surprises here. You want things to be just as you left them. But perfection is not only impossible, it can be unhealthy. The world will not crumble because you didn't fold your knickers into perfect thirds or because the juice glasses aren't five centimeters from the edge of the cabinet. It might make you feel temporarily better to fix those things, but you're just covering up for the stress you feel every day. It's like putting a plaster over a cut and then ripping it off and causing just as much damage. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"I knew you would."
He started the next round, turning the pink wash to a nice magenta. She didn't kick or complain, but he could tell by the curl and arch of her back that she was getting uncomfortable. Pausing again, he softly stroked her bum and let his fingers brush her pussy.
"I understand your fears, Miss Granger. But the only constant in this world is change. It is inevitable. You don't have to force it, and I won't make you. It will come naturally. You'll learn to let go the more you learn to trust yourself. The world is only in chaos if you're fighting its natural ebb and flow. I know what it's like to swim against the current for too long. No matter how much you struggle, nature will prevail. In the end you can either go along for the ride or claw your way toward the past. Do you want to change, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want life to be a struggle."
He smiled. "That was a good answer. Are you going to talk to your therapist today?"
"Yes, sir."
His fingers slid through her folds, spreading around her juice. "Just a little more spanking, and then we'll get this pretty pussy ready for work."
Hermione closed her eyes as he began slapping her bum again. Her skin was tingling and warm. It was nice. And she certainly felt better about what he was asking. He wasn't demanding she upend her flat and leave it in shambles. He just wanted her to let go of her rigid rules a little. That would be a relief. She didn't want to be a slave to her neurosis.
When her rump started to go red, he stopped and dropped to one knee, sliding his fingers through her excitement. "Tell me you're going to do your best to relax your organization, Miss Granger."
"I will relax my unhealthy organization."
"Good girl." His fingers eased inside her, curling into her creamy canal. "I meant it about being here to help you. If you get the urge to color-code your fruit, or what have you, owl me. I'll do my best. That might not always be good enough, but at least you won't have to deal with it by yourself."
His thumb found her clit, and Hermione moaned as he deftly played her pussy. Her legs were starting to shake. "Thank you, sir."
He smiled. "You're welcome. Start by letting go right now. Listen to your body."
She could hear it loud and clear. His thumb ticked a little faster, and her knees buckled to the bed as she started to climax. "Ahhhh!"
"I know," he murmured, staying right with her. When her muscles stopped twitching, he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean. "Are you ready for your day now, Miss Granger?
"Yes, sir," she panted, grinning at the bedspread.
"We're not done here yet."
"We're not?"
He stood and patted her glowing bum. "Stand up and turn around."
Hermione faced him, and he cupped his hands around her face, raking them back into her hair. His lips touched her forehead, and she closed her eyes at the gentle peace of the moment. She slid her arms around him and hugged him.
Severus felt that dangerous twinge in his chest again but ignored it and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest. One of her hands sneaked down to the front of his trousers and palmed his dick through his clothes. He nudged her hand away. "No."
She looked up at him.
"I have to leave soon. We don't have time right now."
"I can work fast."
He smiled and kissed her head again. "That is very tempting, and you are very sweet; but I'd rather wait until we have more time. I'll see you again soon, and you can show me what I'm missing then, all right?"
"Are you sure? I'd really like to see your dick again before you go."
Severus laughed roundly. "I'll let you see it again, but you can't touch."
Hermione grinned as he lifted his coat out of the way and slid down his zip, pulling his boxers below his limp prick. She liked how sleepy soft it looked. "Is it all right if I kiss him goodbye?"
Severus was torn between laughing and groaning. He caught her face in one hand and made her meet his gaze. Her eyes were dark with lust. She wasn't trying to tease him. She honestly wanted him. Her eager hunger made his cock jump. "Very well. One kiss and then I have to go."
She grinned and sank down on her knees before him, pulling his shorts and trousers below his hips so she could get a good look. If she only got one kiss, she was going to make it a memorable one.
Severus kept his eyes locked on her, watching as she neared his limp sex. Her affection for his manhood no matter the circumstances was both flattering and endearing. Her lips pressed to his head, and his eyelids sank lower, relaxing into her warmth. He felt her tongue snake out, and he hissed as he started to fill. Dammit. She didn't just give him a parting peck; she was snogging the hell out of his wand like a reuniting lover. Bloody hell. Her tongue swirled around him, taking him deeper into her mouth. He glanced at her clock.
"No," he said firmly, pushing her back. "I'm going to be late."
Hermione bit her lip and looked down. She was hoping he wouldn't be able to withstand her feminine wiles.
"Come up here and give me a real kiss," he murmured, seeing her sad look. "We'll pick this up next time I see you."
She stood, searching his eyes for how he really felt. His voice always sounded a bit harsh now, so she couldn't tell if he was being gruff or not. He must not have been upset with her little trick, because he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue wandered into her mouth. She kissed him back, hoping to start his day off as well as he'd started hers.
Snape kissed her until she felt relaxed and fluid in his arms. Pulling back, he smirked down at her. "Write me tonight and tell me how your day went. I can only come over in the evenings until next weekend." Assuming I can find someone to cover my shifts for patrol.
"I will. Have a good day, Severus."
He stroked the side of her face one last time. "You too, Miss Granger. Be good."
"You too."
He laughed. "I'll go set a cleaning spell on the kitchen and see myself out."
"Thanks."
He nodded and turned to go, leaving her alone in her bedroom. She sat down on her still-tingling backside and wondered how he'd feel about staying with her for an entire weekend.
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