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In The Restricted Section	By : MissLibrarian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 29928 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Last, but hopefully not least, here is the final chapter of this wee tale. It’s far too late for me to be considering posting this really, but I am going away for a while tomorrow, and I knew I had to put this up before I went! I wouldn’t have wanted to keep you all waiting, especially after the horrid long gap there was in the middle, I was determined to wrap it up neatly :)

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Two months later.

Hermione lay awake in the dark of the night, her eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the castle at night time. Though the dungeons were quiet she could hear the owls hooting outside, and the steady, reassuring sound of Severus breathing as he slept. She opened her eyes, turning over to face him, studying his face in the dim light. There were no candles lit now, but a gentle stream of moonlight shone in through the one small window, giving her enough light to see the lines on his face. He kept sleeping, his jaw ajar, snoring quietly. She smiled.

Fine, shadowed wrinkles ran across his forehead – at the edges of his mouth – beneath his eyes. Late at night, when they lay cuddled together, he would sometimes stroke her hair and whisper things that he had seen and done into the darkness. It wasn’t easy to hear many of his confessions, nor had she always been able to instantly reconcile herself with the more savage characteristics suggested by his past actions, but he had needed to talk and she was more than willing to listen. She knew that the sacrifices he had made more that outweighed the few real acts of violence he had committed when he was younger – acts that he now bitterly regretted. As she slowly learnt little pieces of his past, and put them together like patchwork, she began to understand just how much he had endured during his time as a member of the Order. More than anyone could have expected from him. As it was he had had a hard life, and it showed in the lines on his face.

In the corners of his eyes he had more winkles, the fanning lines of crow’s feet, much more feint but still there – proof that he had laughed at least a little during his lifetime. She fully intended to make them as defined as the worry-lines on his forehead.

He was still sleeping. She was grinning in the dark. She didn’t feel rushed at all, she took the opportunity to study him whenever she could, scrutinising him mercilessly in the intimate privacy his slumber provided. She thought that she’d never get bored of simply looking at him. He was as beautiful and fascinating as a painting, and captured her attention just as completely, seconds and minutes ticked away as she watched him in the moonlight.

The simple truth was that she was in love with him. His endearing devotion and surprisingly jovial nature had won her over entirely, even before the night he had reluctantly agreed to show her the memories that Harry had seen on the night of the final battle, and she had seen for herself the very deep love he was capable of feeling. A few days later he’d punched Ron in the face. If there had been any hope for her before that, there certainly wasn’t after – she’d fallen head-over-feet before she’d even known it was happening. But she had yet to say anything about it, especially to him, out loud.

She wondered fleetingly, though not for the first time, whether he loved her too. It seemed obvious at times but it was hard to be sure. He certainly hadn’t said so yet. Though at all times he treated her with such care and affection it surprised her, he had a sweetness about him when they were in private that she absolutely adored, though she was sure no-one she knew who had ever taken a class with him would believe her if she mentioned it. He was surprisingly affectionate too, always wanting to touch her or hug her or be close, but not in a overtly-sexual way. After they slept together he always had time to hold her close, to whisper in her ear, they giggled together in the dark of the night-time.

And he still surprised and delighted her whenever and wherever he accosted her for a more illicit meeting. She could always feel how much he wanted her and desired her, the knowledge made her giddy every time he reverendly kissed her skin, she wasn’t completely sure if he loved her but he definitely worshipped her body. She’d never been in such a give-and-take relationship before, though she and Severus had ventured into far more daring territory than she and Ron ever had, he never ever made her feel used. With Ron she had felt used every single time.

It was obvious that he cared for her very much, but whether or not he actually loved her, she couldn’t say and didn’t really want to speculate. She knew how hard he must find it, to try and love again, even more so how hard it must be for him to say it. So she wasn’t going to rush anything. She would wait as long as she needed for him to tell her he loved her, and she decided that she wouldn’t admit her own feelings to him either, until he did.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, looking at him in the moonlight, but eventually she thought she’d better try to get some sleep. But though she lay in the dark, her eyes closed while she fidgeted about, sleep did not come. She was too anxious about the morning.

After a while she gave up trying to sleep and rolled over onto her back. Next to her Severus still breathed steadily in and out as he slept. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, then she stood up, and paced about the room for a little while before walking through into the bathroom. She didn’t actually need to go since it was probably the fourth or fifth time she’d wandered in there that night, but she was getting hot and flustered tossing and turning in bed, so she sat down on the edge of the bath and read an article in an old copy of Potions Periodical she found stuffed down beside the laundry basket. Afterwards she fiddled about at the sink a while, wiping it down with a damp cloth and arranging this and that, even though the house-elves did the cleaning in the castle more than thoroughly.

She walked back into the bedroom and considered lighting a few candles, she might read for a while, but the room was chilly since the fire had died down. She went back to bed in the end and pulled the duvet over her. His hand stroked slowly up her leg and made her start in surprise.

“Can’t sleep?” He murmured sleepily.

“Mmmm, no,” she sighed, cuddling up close to him while he pulled her near and wrapped his arms round her. “I can’t stop thinking about tomorrow.”

“You can’t change anything now,” he said for what must have been the fortieth time, “don’t worry yourself about it.”

“You’re right,” she replied as usual, and as usual she couldn’t help but worry anyway.

He kissed the top of her head.

“Not long to wait now, anyway,” he told her.

She felt a little niggle of anxiety inside when she thought about it, but she liked him so much for reassuring her, she raised her head up and kissed him softly and gently on the lips. She felt his smooth, warm palm against her cheek, as he kissed her gently back. After a while the kiss became more heated. She licked her way across the dark stubble of his neck and throat and kissed his chest.

“I can think of a way to pass the time,” she said quietly, her fingers tracing lines down across his chest and stomach.

He smiled at her, his thin lips twisting because of the thin smirk spreading across his face, he pulled her near and kissed her on the lips again. She felt him gently pushing and she moved with him, rolling over so that she looked up at him as he hovered over her, leaning down to kiss her.

“I hope you don’t think I’m entirely without stamina,” he spoke softly as he kissed along her jaw, and down her neck towards her breasts. “But I think you completely wore me out earlier. I’m not a damn machine,” he muttered with a grin, lightly licking her collar bone.

She chuckled softly, watching his lips brush against her skin, he kissed her gently between words.

“I hope I can distract you for a little while, though, none-the-less,” he grinned up at her, and then his tongue slid out and dragged across her stiff nipple. She moaned, watching him lick her.

He took his time. The quietness of the vast castle above them seemed to settle down around her as his tongue and lips and fingers worked, she could hear nothing but her own ragged breathing, and the slick wet sounds of his licking and sucking. He bit gently at her nipples and sucked them, his teeth and tongue and lips dragging across the sensitive tips as he used his mouth on her, his hand and fingers caressing the other as he alternated between the two. Sometimes he would pull away and palm a breast in each hand, murmuring compliments as he weighed them and squeezed them, or kissed and licked the valley between them.

She was moaning and desperate by the time he eventually pulled away, he licked and kissed his way slowly down across her ribcage and towards her tummy-button, his fingers still caressed her breasts as she moaned his name and felt her arousal dripping between her legs.

She couldn’t help but watch him in the moonlight as he gently kissed and licked his way down her body, she watched the way the tip of his nose pressed lightly into her flesh each time he kissed her, she panted as he moaned and licked the skin between her tummy button and pubic hair. His hands dragged across her body, still reaching up to play with her hard nipples sometimes, or he teased and stroked her sides with feather-light touches or stroked down her inner-thigh to the back of her knee. Her whole body hummed with feeling, ached for him, though it felt as if he were touching her everywhere all at once, she still felt empty and desperate for his touch at her hot, wet core.

When he eventually kissed his way down to the faint line of her trimmed hair she nearly howled out with frustration, especially when he only nuzzled his nose in her curls for the merest moment before moving away again, licking his tongue slowly along the fine crease at the top of her leg.

His relentless, slow, teasing path downwards continued. Seeming to take all the time in the world he licked and kissed her inner thigh, working his way down to the back of her knee, and when he lingered there for a while she was surprised by how much it made her whimper and moan. He continued onwards, kissing her calf, her ankle. Every now and then he would raise his dark eyes up and look right at her, her gaze would tangle with his and she’d feel the aching burns of his licks and kisses, while at the same time feeling the odd connection of souls she felt whenever she looked him in the eye. He had had the same wicked smirk of satisfied amusement on his face the entire time. Damn him.

One hand grabbed her ankle while the other swept down to the soul of her foot and tickled, the shock of it made her shriek, she could hear his soft chuckles as she squirmed and giggled.

“No, don’t! Pleeease!” She begged.

She managed to yank her foot away from his grasp as he laughed at her some more, and she retaliated in an un-ladylike way, kicking him in the shoulder ever as she laughed at him laughing at her.

“You monster,” she murmured, teasing him.

“You love it,” he murmured back, grinning wickedly again as he kissed and licked her ankle and made her breath hitch again.

Yes, I do, she thought, desperately wanting to say it out loud, shout it. I love YOU.

His dark stubble dragged across the smooth skin on the top of her foot and he kissed her toes, then he sucked her big toe into his mouth, his sucking and licking it the only thing had done up to the then that actually made her want to blush a little in embarrassment. But it felt so good. He swapped over to her other foot, brown eyes gazing at her while he sucked her toes again, and then he swept his tongue in a long lick along the arch of her foot - making her leg twitch again – his strong hands and firm grip holding her near so she couldn’t pull away this time.

Once more he slowly kissed and licked and nibbled lightly on her ankles and up to her calf, on the other leg this time, and working up instead of down. Once more he reached her knee, and he kissed her kneecap, sucking gently. Then he leant down, lifting her leg and bending it slightly so he could kiss the back of her knee, and as he licked her she moaned and writhed again. His hands lingered on her leg also, holding her thigh or stroking her calf, as he licked at a painfully slow pace up the soft slope of her inner thigh. She felt one hand stroke up and across her stomach, his palm flat against her skin and his fingers spread as he moved down towards her wet curls, but he brushed through them quickly and then moved away to grip her hip as she whimpered in frustration. He kissed her thigh again, teasing her with his tongue as he did, and she craned her head up to look at him while he looked back at her. And then eventually, finally, he touched her.

His left hand still gripped at her hip while her right hand slid up without warning and cupped her wet pussy, she knew she was dripping with want for him after receiving such attention, but she still enjoyed seeing the look of slack-jawed desire that passed across his face when he felt her slick arousal. His forehead creased in a look a bit like pain as he fingered her sopping flesh, then he set his jaw as he slid two fingers into her, touching her just the way she liked and making her throw her head back and moan loudly. She could hear him groaning as well.

Though she had been thoroughly enjoying his fingers at ever possible opportunity over the past two months or so, she still could hardly believe how easily he seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how she needed to be touched. He wasn’t afraid of working his fingers hard against her, the same way he saw her do it herself whenever he asked her to touch herself for him, though at times he teased her so slowly and gently that she hardly knew if she were coming or going. Now he stroked his fingers hard and relentlessly against her, notching her slow-burning desire up several notches in just a few seconds, he murmured encouragements and coaxed her towards orgasm as she clung to the sheets beneath her. Only a few mere moments before she tumbled into ecstasy he pulled away, withdrawing his hand completely while the other rested lightly on her thigh, making her let out a sort of growling groan of frustration.

He grinned at her wickedly and slid his fingers into his mouth, one at a time, slowly. She could see the shimmer of her own wetness in the watery moonlight as he licked and sucked it from his fingers, making moans of gratified approval as he did so, his eyes staring straight into hers. His hands went to her hip and he dragged her quickly towards the end of the bed, making her laugh, then he pulled her legs apart and buried his tongue between her legs.

She moaned loudly again and fell back against the cool sheets, closing her eyes as shivers of pleasure ran through her, loving the feel of his silky tongue against her hot and aching clitoris. She could feel his hands too, one holding her open for his administrations, the fingers of the other slowly starting to slide into her again.

The waves of pleasure that had been building slowly from the first moment he kissed her began to change into crashing waves of burning desire. His tongue lapped against her, as with the gentle kisses he pressed on her body and the burning heat of his fingers, he knew exactly what he needed to do to make her shudder and he obviously was intent on his mission. He moaned against her, the vibrations of his deep voice sending thrills through her, his fingers stroked in and out of her faster as his tongue flicked and laved across her clit. She groaned, feeling her orgasm rising up in her again, and she propped herself up on one elbow so she could watch him lick her as she threaded her other hand into his hair.

She was panting, moaning his name, telling him what felt best and when to keep doing what he was doing. Her legs twitched either side of his dark head, her body strained towards the feelings of ecstasy she craved so badly, she heard herself murmuring. “Yes, yes, yes!” For a while, maybe a minute, she teetered desperately on the very edge.

Finally, suddenly, she clung desperately to a handful of his hair and fell back onto the bed as her orgasm crashed over her in shuddering waves. She felt her hips and stomach and legs shaking and twitching as the pleasure shuddered through her, she moaned out his name again, and held her breath as the last few shudders of pleasure from her orgasm washed over her. Her body heaved as she panted, trying to get her breath back, she realised she was staring dazed at the ceiling. She took several deep breaths, and felt him kiss the smooth skin of her leg, just next to his cheek. She lifted her head and looked down at him. He kissed her leg one more time, brown eyes hypnotising her, then he licked between her legs again.

She protested at first, when she realised what he meant to do, but he wouldn’t listen and instead held her down with his big hands as he started his fresh assault. She’d never had a man do this for her before, bring her to completion again so soon after being satisfied, the mere fact that he was doing it at all was nearly enough to make her groan with need again. He lapped at her eagerly, tasting her, teasing her. All too soon she was once again on the teetering, uncertain edge between pleasure and ecstasy, begging for release. When she felt his teeth gently scrape across her clitoris it was too much, she shuddered again, her second orgasm even longer and more intense than the first.

As she lay unable to move, breathing heavily while she fought to catch her breath, for some reason she suddenly felt as though she might burst into tears. How different she felt, how loved and absolutely satisfied, he had moved her beyond words or even coherent thought. She lay with her eyes closed, feeling as though she were floating on an invisible sea or clouds or up in the very heart of the star-laden universe itself, maybe she was only made of light. Or love.

The knowledge was beyond words, negated the use for them, he had expressed himself more thoroughly than any four-letter word that had ever fallen from Ron’s lips could have. She had thought she knew what love was.

She’d been wrong.

The reassuring and very real feel of his warm palm sliding up her inner thigh brought her back down to Earth. Eventually she raised her head to look up at him, and saw him standing at the end of the bed, his dark eyes gazing down at her body as he stroked his hard erection with one hand. She looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

“I thought you were worn out,” she smiled up at him provocatively.

“I thought I was too,” he told her as he almost pounced onto the bed. He leant down over her, kissing her. “But it seems not.”

She moaned his name as he moved in her, dragging her hands down his back, through his hair. He didn’t rush, but took his time again, thrusting into her at a deep and intimate pace. He kissed her closed eyes, her cheeks, her lips. She loved the feel of his easy love-making, the delicious feeling of his thrusting and filling her deep inside, it felt so real and so right.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you,” she heard him say.

When he came she watched the way he gritted his teeth, his eyes screwing shut with pleasure, his body shook and shuddered as he spurted his hot release inside her.

He collapsed down onto her, kissing her skin once, panting.

She loved him more than words could ever say. She fell into a deep sleep while he held her.

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When she woke up she was surprised to see daylight coming in through the small window. She sat up quickly, brushing her hair back from her eyes as she squinted in the light, since it wasn’t quite spring yet it must still be quite late in the morning to be so light. Next to her Severus’ side of the bed was empty, the sheets strewn and crumpled, and cold. He mind recalled the events of the night before and she smiled, lying down again and stretching luxuriously, remembering the pleasure. She remembered why she had been so anxious a moment later, and got up immediately, pulling on her silk wrap quickly.

While she was tying the satin ribbons her eyes was caught by a note lying on the table beside the bed. She reached down and read the all-too-familiar writing, so strangely dear to her now, only one line.

‘Meet me in the library.’

She brought the paper up to her lips and kissed it briefly, then she stripped her wrap off again and started to dress, though it was a Sunday she didn’t want any students to see her wandering around in her dressing gown.

It didn’t take her long to get to the library, when she pushed her way through the heavy doors into the quiet room she thought it was deserted, even Pince wasn’t in her usual spot behind the desk. She walked towards the restricted section, knowing that she’d find him there, her heart racing a little as she remembered the way he had sneaked up on her that first day – his making her jump by swooping out of nowhere, and then wrapping her round his little finger – their first kiss.

As she turned the corner of the furthest and most secluded shelves, she saw him waiting for her, and on one of the bookshelves behind him there stood an enormous bouquet of flowers in a glass vase. She walked slowly towards him, and he smiled sheepishly back at her, almost shyly. She was busting with love for him, from his fingertips to his shy smile, and she almost threw her arms around him and told him so. Instead she kissed him quickly and beamed at him, feeling her cheeks stretch as she grinned helplessly, filled with love from top to toe.

“Thank you,” she told him. “They’re beautiful.” She reached out and gently touched one of the delicate blooms, leaning forward to smell its sweet fragrance, then she saw the envelope resting between the flowers and tried to extract it.

“You might be more interested in this one first,” he told her, a smile in his deep voice. She turned to him and saw he was holding out a small, plain, cream envelope. It looked official if unobtrusive. A thrill of anticipation and anxiety went through her as she took it from him.

“Have you seen them?” She asked him, looking into his eyes. He shook his head.

Her hands were shaking so she used her wand to slit the envelope open, not trusting herself to rip it, and she pulled out the two crisp sheets of paper. They shook a little as she glanced over them.

“I got an ‘E’,” she said eventually, disappointment in her voice as she felt her shoulders droop. He pulled her to him instantly, wrapping his arms round her, but she thought she could hear him chuckle.

“And nine ‘O’s,” he reminded her, smiling as he kissed her head.

“I know, but an ‘E’! An ‘E’ in Transfiguration! I knew I hadn’t got that goldfish’s scales quite right. What will the Headmistress say?”

“She’ll be as delighted as the rest of the staff here,” she could feel him brush a strand of her hair away from her face, as she look down at the papers in her hand. “And she’ll remind you than an ‘Exceeds Expectations’ is hardly something to be sniffed at. No other student in the history of Hogwarts has ever passed ten N.E.W.Ts at once before.”

“I know,” she said, dragging her eyes away from the dreaded ‘E’ and gazing into the deep brown of his eyes instead. “You’re right.”

“Come here, you,” he whispered, pulling her close and setting his lips on hers.

In a little while they let go of each other, and she folded the sheets of paper again and slipped them back into the envelope, sighing a little as she felt his hand settle on her shoulder. He hugged her again.

“If it means that much to you,” he muttered into her hair, with that teasingly exaggerated level of teacher-like annoyance he often liked to torment her with, “I’ll put you in to retake Transfiguration when the students sit their exams in May.”

“Oh, thank you, Severus!” She beamed up at him again, kissing his lips, his cheek, his lips again. “Thank you.”

He shook his head as he looked down at her, but he was grinning too, laughing at what she knew were silly foibles on her part. All of a sudden she felt her lips twitch with laughter too. A grin spread across her face, then she started chuckling loudly, until finally she was bent over and laughing at herself so hard her sides were hurting. She suddenly stood up quickly, keeping her face straight, and pretended to brush some dirt from her shoulder.

“Oh second thoughts,” she said in a bored, nonchalant drawl. “I really don’t care. Nine ‘O’s are more than enough to showcase my superior intellect.”

He actually let out a bark of laughter at that, throwing his head back, then his warm dark eyes met hers as he grinned down at her. An honest, open and wide smile, that lit up his whole face. She reached up and kissed him again.

How strange and wonderful and unpredictable life was. Three months ago, if someone had told her that she would get an ‘E’ for her Transfiguration N.E.W.T and that – more importantly - she really wouldn’t care, she would have called them a liar. Three months ago the idea of getting her NEWTs was the only thing she had to keep her sane. She wanted to laugh at her old know-it-all self. Three months ago, she had thought she knew what happiness was, what contentedness was. She thought she knew what a boyfriend was. She thought she knew what love was. What trust was. She hadn’t known anything.

Three months ago she hadn’t even known she was alive.

Now she’d found out she hadn’t got the perfect 10 ‘Outstandings’ she’d been dreaming of since the first year and she wanted to laugh and laugh and laugh until she cried. Life really was funny.

She was sure that kissing in the library had more than something to do with it.

Finally, after a long while, he pulled away and extracted the smaller white envelope from the bouquet of flowers.

“You might as well have this one now,” he said, and he cleared his throat in what seemed to be nervousness. She studied at his carefully impassive face as she took it from him, puzzled.

She used her wand again, slitting the envelope open and pulling out the small card inside, she saw his familiar handwriting once more.

‘An ’E’ isn’t the end of the world.’

“You did look at them before me!” She accused him and hit out at him playfully, but grinning still, and he was laughing as he held his hands up to protect himself from her playful blows.

“I couldn’t help it, I was your official tutor,” he argued while he laughed. “The send me a copy of the results automatically.”

“Well, thank you,” she said again, standing on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. “It’s really not the end of the world, and the flowers are simply beautiful.” She glanced back down at the small card again, turning it over idly in her hands as she spoke. “I’d better put them…” she trailed off. He’d written on the back as well.

‘I love you.’

Tears came her eyes when she looked up at him again, blurring her vision, making her annoyed. ‘How silly!’ She thought, as she wiped them with the back of her hand, but come they did. He gently took the small card from her fingers and set in down on one of the shelves, then he took both of her hands in his, and pulled her towards him. He kissed her cheek, where one of her silent tears were running down, then he kissed the tip of her nose and then her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“I love you,” he said, out loud. She could feel his deep voice reverberating around in his chest as she snuggled up against him. “Severus,” she breathed against him, sighing his name. She clung to the back of his shirt, urging him nearer still, then looked up into his dark brown eyes.

“I love you too,” she told him.

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Epilogue

The night before his 50th birthday Severus drank far too much. It had been a mistake, he mused, as he stared at his worn face in the mirror above the sink the morning after through the murky fug of a hangover. In the bright and bluish January light his skin looked grey, his hair was flecked all over with it, he brought his long fingers up and stretched and pulled at his skin, watching the wrinkles fade and then return. He was getting really bad wrinkles, especially at the corners of his eyes, his crows feet were like ravines. He really was getting old.

He felt her standing behind him before he saw her face in the mirror. Through the reflection their eyes met, her arms snaked over his shoulders, her palms ran across his chest.

“Good morning,” he said, though up til then it hadn’t particularly felt like one.

“Happy birthday, darling,” she smiled at him. She looked sickeningly young and awake and alert. At 31 she still glowed with youthful exuberance, her lithe body was still heaven to touch, though she had drunk an unholy amount along with him the night before she still looked about as hungover as a nine-year-old. And, every time he saw her, he felt himself falling in love a little bit more. “How do you feel?” She asked him.

“Old,” he replied gruffly, turning in her arms and looking down into her upturned face.

Her amber eyes glowed in the watery light, her whole face was lit up with a radiant smile, and she ran her fingers up into his hair as she spoke.

“Poor you,” she said a little mockingly.

He was reminded, not for the first time, how he never had and never would love anyone more than her his entire life. He smiled as he leant down and kissed her. She moaned softly as she kissed him back, licking her soft, pink tongue against his lips. He gasped slightly as desire for her fizzed in his blood.

“Are the children awake?” He whispered.

“Of course!” She chuckled softly and kissed him quickly before saying more. “They’re playing in the garden. It snowed again last night,” she kissed him again, lingering this time. He was getting breathless by the time she pulled away, resting her head on his shoulder as she dragged her hands down his back, and whispered in his ear. “I think you’ll be expected to help build a snowman in a little while.”

“Ohh, lovely,” he said unenthusiastically, the mere thought making him weary with exertion.

“Just use your wand,” she told him, laughing up at him. He couldn’t help but kiss her again. He’d kissed her pretty well as much as he could every single day for nearly the last ten years, yet he still didn’t feel as if he had kissed her enough, or would ever be able to. After a while he felt her slim hands unbuttoning his pyjamas, her tongue brushing against his as she kissed him deeply, he wanted her more with every thundering heartbeat.

He leant back a little and looked down at her, while he stroked her beautiful, unusual hair.

“I’m a tired old man,” he confessed with a sigh, his shoulders hunching as he admitted how he really felt deep inside.

“Too bad!” She said as she laughed again, pushing him back against the sink, and she held his gaze and undid the cord of his pyjama bottoms with a single slow tug. Blood pounded in his ears, want surged in his veins and his breath caught in his lungs, while his heart felt so full of love he thought it might burst. “I still want to touch you,” she said with a smirk.

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