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\'Semantics\'	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9340 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Semantics”

By: Snapes_Goddess

“I overheard your conversation with Narcissa Malfoy this evening,” Severus said as he watched his young wife step out of her dress and carefully place it on the hanger and back into the wardrobe. He lips twitched slightly at the sight of her soft curves still draped in the silvery satin of her slip.

“Oh really?” Hermione asked, reaching up to remove her earrings and drop them onto a small silver tray atop the bureau. “And just what did you over hear exactly?”

“You were talking about…intimate things,” he said. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt as he watched her. He loved watching her get ready for bed each night. The sight of her removing her clothes and jewelry in such a distracted yet ritualistic way never failed to arouse him, especially when she was finally naked except for her wedding ring, which she never removed for any reason.

“Need I remind you that it was your idea for me to make nice with Lady Malfoy?” she asked as she glanced over her shoulder with an arched brow.

“Yes, but I didn’t realize that befriending her meant that she would be privy to our personal life,” he said as he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it onto the end of the bed.

“As if you have never gossiped about a woman you’ve bedded with your friends,” she snorted as she picked up his shirt and carried it to the wardrobe to put away.

“No, I haven’t,” he said as he removed his shoes and socks and set them neatly beside the bed. “I most certainly would never discuss you,” he said. On her way to the master bathroom she stopped and caressed the side of his face with her fingertips.

“Awww…that’s sweet,” she said softly before disappearing through the door. He heard the water running in the sink and stood to remove his trousers and knew that she was washing her face and would come to bed smelling of face cream and toothpaste.

“No, it’s just improper to discuss one’s wife with one’s friends,” he said loud enough so that she could hear him over the running water. He tossed his trousers on the foot of the bed and then began removing the mountain of pillows that she insisted on arranging just so on their bed.

“Well, I appreciate the fact that Lucius isn’t thinking about me in sexual situations every time he looks at me,” she said from behind him as she reentered their bedroom. He was turning down the blankets when he saw her pick up his trousers. He didn’t even try to hide his smirk at her predictable behavior. She didn’t like for things to be out of place.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that,” he said. “I’ve seen him looking you over more than once.”

“Trust me, I’m not his type,” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she went to the other side of the bed and helped him fold down the blankets.

Severus looked up and immediately reacted to the light knit spaghetti strapped nightgown that had replaced her slip and underwear. At once he was overcome with the realization of what a lucky man he was. He had a young, beautiful wife who loved him for reasons he still couldn’t fathom. But she did love him, he could never doubt that.

“Anyhow, it wasn’t as if I were giving Narcissa details or anything, “she said, her lips twitching into a soft smile. “She was curious about you as a lover is all.”

“She was WHAT?!” Severus stood straight up which in his naked state drew Hermione’s gaze immediately down to the part of his anatomy that was also standing at full attention.

“Most women are curious, Severus. I would say it’s the most frequent question I get from my friends and other women since we’ve been married,” she said, unconsciously licking her lips as her eyes took in every erect, throbbing inch of him.

“Are you serious? Surely they don’t ask you about our…about my…about me and …and what happens here!” Her eyes widened in surprise at the way he was tripping over his words. He wasn’t a man prone to becoming over emotional or inarticulate for any reason so his reaction was very interesting to her.

“Well, yes, my close friends ask those things,” she said. “But I don’t go into any detail; mostly they are just curious about what it’s like making love with you. You can’t really blame them, Severus, you aren’t exactly known for being a romantic sort.”

“I can be romantic,” he pouted, his heart still racing with indignation that his wife might be discussing him with her friends.

“Yes, yes you can be very romantic, but only I see that side of you,” she said softly as climbed into the center of their bed and leaned back on her hands to stare up at him. “To others you are scary and cold. They don’t think you capable of making love to a woman.”

“Why do you call it that?” He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch the milky skin of her thigh.

“What?” she asked, her eyes nearly closing as his cool fingers traced back and forth over her skin.

“Why do you say making love?” He dipped beneath the edge of her nightgown and smiled inwardly when she parted her thighs slightly. As always, his witch was responsive and eager for his touch.

“What would you have me call it?” she asked a bit breathlessly as his fingertips stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“I don’t know, really,” he answered. “Making Love just sounds…soft. It isn’t always like that though.”

“No, I suppose it isn’t always soft,” she said, whimpering a little when his fingertips dipped further between her thighs and ruffled the soft curls guarding her sex. “Should I take cues from the boys and call it shagging ?” she asked.

“Absolutely not! That has to be the most ridiculous terminology I have ever heard,” he said as he stroked the closed petals of her core.

“How about tupping?” She parted her legs further and sighed when his fingers dipped between her folds and slowly stroked her.

“It sounds like a muggle kitchen storage container that my grandmother Snape used,” he replied, watching her face and reveling in the rapturous half smile on her lips as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch.

“Well…mmm, that feels so good….,” she whimpered as he tweaked her engorged clit. “Boning?”

“Regardless of the juvenile moniker of boner no bones are actually involved in the act,” he gently slid his fingers into the tight, pulsing channel that always welcomed him so delightfully and stroked the velvet sleeve with an expertise born of familiarity. He knew what his witch needed, knew what she wanted without her having to utter a single coherent phrase.

“Screwing?” She began to tremble and fell back onto the mound of pillows against the headboard. She drew her legs up and let her thighs fall to the side, spreading herself wide for her husband.

“That sounds painful and implies rotation,” he muttered. He slid further towards the center of the bed and slid his hand beneath the thigh closest to him, lifting it and adjusting her so that he rested between her splayed legs. With one thigh resting over his abdomen and the other serving as a pillow for his head he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her. From such close proximity he could see as well as feel every little twitch and pulse of her sex. The heady fragrance of aroused woman was intoxicating him, increasing his own arousal exponentially.

“Bumping uglies?” The phrase came out on a strained whisper, her voice thick and hoarse as she began to wriggle and undulate beneath his touch. She was close, he could tell by the gasping little breaths that slipped from between her pretty lips and the way her fingers were desperately kneading his shoulders.

“I would have to find this ugly for that to work and right now I can’t think of a flower more beautiful…or sweet,” he whispered as he moved forward and lightly circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her surprised shriek quickly faded into a pleasured groan when he wrapped his lips around the turgid little bud while he continued to stroke her with his fingers. It wasn’t long before he felt the contractions of her orgasm begin, pulsing and rippling around his fingers and against his lips. The sounds coming from her lips were like music to his ears as the warm satisfaction of pleasing his partner settled over him.

When she began to settle he slowly eased his fingers from inside her and inched his way up her body, pressing soft kisses over her torso as he went. He stopped to dip his tongue into her cleavage, tugging the knit fabric of her nightgown down to capture her nipple between his lips and suck strongly for a moment before continuing his journey. He nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck, loving the sound of her soft giggle when he found a particularly ticklish spot.

“I suppose we could call it fucking,” she said breathlessly as he fit the tip of his erection against her opening.

“No, too crass,” he groaned as he pushed forward, seating himself fully inside her. Conversation was lost as her legs came around his waist and her arms looped around his neck. She held on tight as he thrust and withdrew again and again. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing, soft moans and the sounds of their bodies coming together over and over again.

They became lost in the familiar dance, the comfort of pleasuring and finding pleasure in the person that they loved. Passion flared bright and hot in the small bedchamber as they came together, sharing themselves as they did so often with total abandon and deep love. Severus’s movements came faster with more force behind his thrusts as he approached his release. With a low groan through clenched teeth he thrust hard and deep, holding himself still as he pulsed and spilled inside her. Hermione held him close, stroking his back and kissing his temple as he shuddered and struggled to catch his breath while he rested against her.

“Do you love me?” she asked softly.

“You know that I do,” he answered, reaching for her hand and bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. She dragged his hand lower and placed it over the soft curve of her stomach.

“And you love what grows here?” she asked.

“You know that I do,” he said again.

“You love me and you love the child that we made together, so….”

“Very well, my darling,” he said. He smiled something he only ever did for her. “You are right, it is making love after all.”

AN: Well…hello =) I am feverishly working at wrapping up 2 multi chaptered stories and needed a bit of a break…soft and fluffy, but something that’s been dancing around inside my head off and on lately after I read a book called The Lover’s Tongue about ‘love words’ and where they originated and why we use them…hope you enjoyed this fluffy little bit of a fic…Have a Happy New Year!!!

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