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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snape seemed content to hold her for a few minutes, and she was grateful for the chance to compose herself before pulling to peer up at him. She'd been careful that her silent tears didn't touch his skin, and she'd been able to stop herself from blubbing so that hopefully her face and eyes weren't so red that the orgasm he'd just given her wouldn't explain it. However, when she finally looked, he wasn't even paying her any attention. There was a haunted look in his eyes, and she couldn't make out his expression at all.
"Sir?" She reached up to touch one cheek with the tips of her fingers. Snape jerked back slightly in surprise before focusing his gaze on her face. "Are you ok?" she asked gently, trailing her hand down and across his jaw.
"I…" He paused for a moment. "Are you ready to continue?"
She flushed deeply, although she refused to look away. "I think so… yes." She nibbled on her lower lip again nervously, knowing what would be coming next.
Snape pressed a finger to her mouth. "That's a bad habit you've developed," he said silkily. "You'd better learn to control it or everyone will know when you're worrying about something."
Hermione fought the urge to poke her tongue out at him, thinking he needed to take his own advice. His usual self-control had slipped frequently in the past hour, and she could tell there was something more on his mind than just the awkwardness of sleeping with her. Giving in to the impulse she stuck her tongue out slightly and flicked it against the pad of his finger. Something in his eyes changed, and his finger trembled slightly upon her lip. She decided to try it again. This time she ran her tongue around the tip, and suddenly it was gone, and his mouth was pressed hard against hers.
His cool reserve of earlier had disappeared, and now he was hot and insistently moving his lips and tongue against hers. Slowly his body moved over hers and she ended up pressed back into the mattress once again. His hand came up to cup her breast again as his thumb moved gently over the tip, sending small shocks through her body. This time around, the insecurities that had made her hesitate didn't seem as important. The orgasm that had torn through her a few minutes previous, as well as Snape's almost timid desire for her had left her feeling much more confident that this was what she wanted.
Snape had now settled with his hips between her legs, and she tensed as she felt the hot, hard length of him against her inner thigh. He looked down at her, concerned, resting his arms on either side of her shoulders. "Are you ok? Do you want to stop?" His worry for her was sweet, as was his willingness to discontinue if she wished, despite the fact it would leave him frustrated and without release. She held his gaze for a moment, noting the tension in his face and the uncertainty in his eyes as he waited for her to reject him. There was something touching, almost sad in the way he was so certain that even now she would turn him away. Her breath caught as she realised how, in that moment at least, he wanted her, needed her to accept him, possibly in a way that no one had ever done before.
"I'm fine," she whispered, not trusting her voice with anything more right then, and lifted her hand to gently brush aside the hair that hung like a veil around his face. She pressed her fingers to his cheek as she smiled up at him in what she hoped was a confident manner. If she had been a bit more experienced, if she'd known what to do, she might have taken the lead and proved she wanted to continue, but she needed him to show her what came next.
Snape seemed to take her at her word, though, turning his neck so he could rub at her palm with his lips. Hermione bit her lit to hold back a grin as she wondered at how strange it was to see such a tender, gentle side to him. Had he ever shown it to anyone else? From what he had said earlier, she didn't think so. How could a man who had known as little affection as he be capable of showing her such care? Her heart squeezed tight in her chest, and not from nerves this time.
Snape's lips dropped once more to hers, moving softly as he waited for her to respond. A wave of desire swept through her at his careful motion, and she abandoned the last of her doubts. She wanted to show the man who had protected and looked after so many, while receiving nothing but hate and distrust in return, some affection and care. She twined her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she opened her mouth to tug on his bottom lip before sucking on it gently.
Snape made a small noise in the back of his throat. Emboldened by the sound, and wanting to hear it again, Hermione released his lip with a small pop as she dug her fingers into his hair, wanting to hold his face still for a moment. Their eyes met for a moment until Hermione gently swept her tongue over his top lip, massaging gently in small circles before pushing into the crevice at the corner of his mouth. Snape's eyes slid closed, his whole body motionless, except for a slight tremble in his arms.
This time she could actually feel his deep rumble, and she smiled in triumph. Once more… She needed to know, for herself, for her own peace of mind, that this was more than just a chore for him, another thing that he had forced himself to do to for the good of the cause. She wanted, in some strange, almost twisted way, to show him he was not alone, that one person at least knew and appreciated all he had done.
She returned to his bottom lip, flicking her tongue slowly across it. Instead of pulling it into her own mouth again, she pressed her tongue lightly between his, hoping he would get the hint and open up. With a growl that made her sex ache, he granted her wish, but no longer willing to let her take the lead, he closed his lips around her tongue and applied a gentle suction, drawing it into his mouth as he stroked it gently with his own.
It was Hermione's turn to hum with pleasure and she shifted slightly under him, unconsciously trying to find a part of him to press against the ache between her thighs. The weight of him on top of her was pleasant, although she wasn't quite sure what she should do with her legs. She was holding them still on either side of him, but they were starting to get stiff from the awkward position. She wasn't sure whether to relax them or wrap them around his backside.
As Snape gently released her tongue and began kissing across to her jaw and down her neck, Hermione went with what felt most natural in the moment, and lifted her legs over his thighs so her feet were resting on his bum. The movement shifted his hips up, giving him clear access to her core, and suddenly she could feel his cock resting against her outer lips. Snape's mouth paused for a moment against her neck, so she encouraged him to continue by pulling his hips even closer with her feet. Her nerves hadn't gone completely, but the double sensations of his hot, wet mouth nibbling gently along her collarbone, and his hard length pressed up against her, were overwhelming.
She couldn't fight the urge to move against him, and just as Snape found her breast once more with one hand Hermione rocked her hips, making his cock rub along her slit and over the tender nub at the top. She gasped in delight and drew her hips back to try again. Her fingers dug through the material of his shirt into his shoulders as she ground herself against him. She could vaguely hear Snape hissing into her neck, and suddenly she was eager to take the next step.
"Please…" she whimpered, slowing the movement of her pelvis. Snape pushed up on his elbows to look at her, his eyes dark and liquid. In the dim light of the fire and the few candles burning around the room, his features were softened, his expression far from the sneering visage she had grown used to over the past seven year. She'd found something about him attractive for some time, but now he looked… almost handsome. She wanted him so badly she ached. "Please…" she whispered again.
Without looking away, Snape silently reached down between them, grasping his shaft and positioning the tip at her entrance. He paused, his face still filled with uncertainty. She gave him no chance to speak, lacing her fingers together at the back of his head and pulling him down for a quick, chaste kiss. "Please… I need you…"
Hermione pulled his bum towards her again with her feet, and without another word Snape began to press into her slowly, watching her carefully for any signs of discomfort. His entry was well lubricated from her earlier orgasm, and the ache in her clit was begging to be soothed, but still the discomfort grew, and suddenly it felt like something was pinching her hard. She tensed, and Snape stilled for a moment above her.
"Relax," he whispered, as his mouth came gently down on hers, teasing her lips gently with his tongue. One hand brushed gently across her nipple, and she gasped quietly in pleasure. In the same moment he pushed his hips forward, pressing hard into her. Hermione threw her head back and hissed in pain, tears coming to her eyes and rolling silently down her cheeks.
"Are you ok? I can stop if you wish."
Hermione fought to control her breath, and shook her head emphatically. "No, I… I want to keep going." She held back a sob as Snape shifted slightly, sending another stab of agony shooting up between her legs. She clutched him tightly, and after a moment he dug his hands under her shoulders and held her close, gently kissing the tears from her cheeks. Every minute he seemed to surprise her more with his capacity to be tender. Never in a million year could she have imagined Snape to be so considerate and kind. Not even Ron would have been able to be more careful with her than he had been. She burrowed her face into his neck, nudging his collar out of the way to press her lips against his salty skin, as her heart swelled with warmth.
"Tell me when you're ready."
The ache was starting to fade to a dull throb now, so she nodded silently, and tried rolling her hips against him. Snape made the noise she so enjoyed hearing again, and without further encouragement began to move, pulling his hips back, before sinking into her again. When she didn't complain he continued, the burning sensation mild enough to keep the distress from showing on her face. Trying to take her mind off the pain, she began to explore his body with her hands again, running them down his back until she reached the bottom of his shirt.
Gently she snuck one hand then the other under the thin fabric, rubbing his skin in small circles. She could feel the occasional lump or ridge of old scars crossing his back, and had to stop herself from tracing them. Snape was obviously reluctant for her to see them, and she didn't want to draw his attention too much to what she was doing, as she was rather enjoying the feeling of his warm skin and lean muscles under her palms.
Hermione dropped her legs from around Snape's thighs, as they were starting to ache again, and the change in position would give her hands new, uncharted areas to reach. She lifted her head again and reached up to kiss him once more as one hand snuck down over his bum and squeezed gently. Snape broke the kiss with a strangled sound, pushing himself up onto his elbows and gazing down at her, a strange, fierce look in his eyes as he began to thrust slightly harder than before.
She dropped her head back to the pillow beneath her and smiled nervously up at him, biting her lower lip as she continued to run her hands over his lower back and arse. The need to move her hips in time with his was building, and when she finally tied her pelvis and pushed into Snape's thrust they both moaned when he slid deeper than before. While the painful pinching feeling seemed to be disappearing, she was still a long way from the pleasure Snape had managed to create with his fingers.
They rocked together quietly for a short while, and soon Hermione became aware of the change in Snape's breathing. His head dropped to her shoulder, his breath tickling her skin, and he pressed harder into her. Hermione ran her hands up his back and down his arms, feeling the tension in the muscles hidden by the sleeves of his shirt. She preferred the touch of his skin under fingers, and when she got past his cuffs to his hands she tried to lace her fingers into his, needing to keep some connection with him as his pleasure took him somewhere she seemed unable to follow yet.
With a sudden growl, Snape pulled his hands from hers, only to pin her arms under his as he intertwined their fingers once again, leaving their conjoined hands on either side of her shoulders. Rather than feeling trapped, she found that she quite liked being restrained. She arched off the bed to meet his next thrust, pushing back against Snape as he began to speed up. A small seed of warmth began to grow inside her, spreading out slowly from between her legs. She gasped, unconsciously trying to angle her hips so that he would hit her clit every time he plunged back into her.
A second orgasm seemed beyond her though, as Snape was too far gone for her to be able to catch up. The muffled grunts coming from when he was still pressed into her neck told her his climax was near, and after a few more hard thrusts he began to shudder above her. His steady rhythm faltered, and stopped, and with a sigh he slumped on top of her, releasing her arms and after a moment she wrapped around him and held him tight when he didn't immediately roll off her.
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