Love Untold

Disclaimer: I stole Jo's characters and a bit of her plot for some not-so-well-intentioned fun. So sue me. But, really, I'd rather you didn't.

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Thanks to ladyinthecloak for her betawork!! :)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Love Untold

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Frankly, Severus Snape was nervous. Not nervous excited, as one gets before a well-matched Quidditch game or before a wedding (although Severus had never had the misfortune of experiencing a wedding from that perspective). Neither was it the nervousness one feels before the first day of school or before public speaking...

No. This was genuine apprehension, which made him want to go 'hug the porcelain,' rather than open the discreet bag on his bedside table.

"Shit."

He was already naked, for Circe's sake!

Several scenarios flew through his conscious, not withholding one headmistress calling upon him for a student's discipline while he was in the throes of very satisfying shag with a virtual female in a virtual world.

He hummed disapprovingly and then waved his wand about, adding several more wards to his chambers and then an extra stinging hex to his bedroom door for good measure.

Finally mustering up the courage...it had taken him about an hour and his toes were getting chilly (after all, he was no Gryffindor)...he practically tore up the bag and dumped the contents in front of him.

Bottled Bliss.

"Shit," he said.

-o-

Again, a familiar setting materialised in front of Severus. He sat against a tree in the same clearing he had so often visited in his dreams. A gentle breeze blew hair about his face and he found that everything was crystal clear in this 'dream'. He could feel and see things he wouldn't normally notice in a regular journey through his subconscious.

He finally made a step toward her and continued when he realized that he was barefoot and would make no sound. She rubbed at her arms and twisted the long russet locks in a thick rope to rest in front of her left shoulder over what Severus presumed would be a perfect, round, creamy breast. He inched ever closer and he could hear her singing quietly as she went through her ablutions.

Brilliant potions work, he thought not for the first time during this sequence.

He knew that voice.

He could not breathe. He could not think. There were only two words flitting through is mind at this moment.

Hermione. Beautiful.

Her hips flared out from her waist in a gentle curve, and her legs, although she was relatively short, seemed to go on forever, finally ending with pale, dainty feet and rosy toes. She breathed calmly, not even twitching under his dark gaze.

Severus stepped toward her, warring with his feelings. How did this happen? But he could not deny that this felt incredibly right. She looked down into his face as he reached her. They were nearly on eye level...his eyes reached her nose. She brought cool fingers to his brow, tilting his head up to her, and leaned in to kiss him.

It was chaste, at first. And Severus' arms hovered awkwardly in the air between her waist and his sides as she tilted her head to the side and ran her pink tongue over his lower lip. He groaned, and his hands grabbed at her waist in a vicelike grip, his eyes falling closed. She leaned in toward him, tilting his face even farther back as they changed directions and he tentatively flicked his tongue over hers.

So right.

She claimed his mouth then, showing no mercy, and Severus gave in to her demanding tongue. His desire raced through his veins and he felt weak in the knees, fighting for balance. Slowly, he mapped her back and waist and buttocks with his hands, pulling her against him as he grasped the back of her upper thighs. She sighed and hooked her arms around his neck, then hoisted her naked legs around his waist, and he staggered backward a few paces. Her body hummed with laughter, and she nuzzled his nose as he regained his footing.

Soon after, she had stripped him of his clothes in silent and rushed hunger and had pushed his shoulders into the grass, straddling him and dipping her face back to his, still trembling in the glow of her first orgasm in his arms. She trailed wet kisses down his chest, dipping her tongue in his navel when she passed it, which released a rather startled grunt from her paramour. She fumbled briefly with the button of his khakis. Soon he was free of all clothing, and suddenly she was straddling his shins and taking his penis in hand, stroking up and down lazily as his fingers twitched restlessly at his sides. Severus closed his eyes and bucked when her grip tightened, her bum lifting off his legs and a cool breath ghosting over his already weeping cock. And he was in her mouth, and she licked and sucked and did all sorts of unmentionable, beautifully unmentionable things to him until he was whimpering in torture.

Slowly she let go of him, crawling back up his body and lightly stroking his sensitized skin as he clung to her and kissed every inch of her face. They kissed languidly until he felt a stirring again...Again!?...in his groin and she felt it, stroking him back to life and sinking down onto him. Slowly she rotated her hips, mewling when he grasped her bum, then her hips, and then her breasts.

Gods, she's breathtaking, he thought fiercely. And then he lost all clear train of thought. Soon, they were both gasping, clutching frantically at each other's bodies, and he flipped her over, taking her knees over the crooks of his arms and pounding into her.

For his heart is a river and mine, the sea..."

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Severus awoke as the first stretches of light pierced through the gossamer curtains in his bedroom window, his body still slick and warm from the potion's effects.

"I had no choice but to continue with the dream," he whispered to the room, trying desperately not to feel guilty.

It didn't work.

Today was Saturday, at least, so he could sulk in bed all day.

No, wait. It was Valentine's Day. Chaperoning. Again.

"Shit."

A/N: WHEW! Well, I'm sure that was a bit of a surprise (I wasn't sure I could be that raunchy), but if you skim over last chapter, you might just get the vague idea that Sevvie's in a 'sex shoppe'. This is the result. Obviously.