An Interesting Luncheon pt2/Lemon Juice

This chapter is dedicated to 'prettylittleowl' Happy Birthday cheeks! Also huge thanks to my god-like beta Dryad, who had this swiftly returned in record time to post on Ash. Go read her stuff it's fantastic!

Lemon Juice

They moved onto on to the main course, consisting of a Tuscany style grilled chicken tasting delicious with the combination of fresh garlic, lemon and sage all blending together perfectly, to make one of the most magnificent meals either had had the pleasure of consuming in a long time.

They were drinking a full-bodied wine at Hermione's request this time. She had selected a smooth red Barolo that had been aged for eight years, another superb Italian wine that was a little on the high side for alcohol content, but one of the finest wines they could ever have the pleasure sampling.

Each was marvelling over the surreal experience of being flushed in face, relaxed and conversing with ease. They got rather smiley all of a sudden; that stupid impish grin you can never manage to wipe off your face when experiencing the warm glow from a wine buzz.

After polishing off a second bottle of the smooth red, Severus decided that now would be the ideal time to step things up a bit and asked if she would be interested in a leisurely stroll around the grounds to walk off lunch. When he received a confused look at his request his only reply was to chuckle lightly and say, "You will see Hermione. Come."

They walked to the end of the balcony and Hermione caught the tip of her flats on a protruding tile, she stumbled, giggled, blushed and excused herself.

Severus smiled warmly and offered her the crook of his elbow for support and if anyone happened to see them they would assume she was being courted and therefore off limits. He relished in the fact that she clung onto his arm and leaned into his body for support instead of making use of the stairway railing. The wine in her system must be circulating nicely; things were going very well indeed. Not that he was planning on taking advantage of her while she was without all her faculties, but it would certainly help in keeping her open to... suggestion.

Hermione was astounded, gobsmacked, speechless, baffled even. Maybe not so much baffled as a little... slow. Had she not been floating along upon a wine induced cloud, she would have processed, as soon as they'd passed the lattice archway, that they'd been automatically teleported!

It was a very complex piece of magic, for not only had they just been relocated to a lusciously vibrant and healthy vineyard on the outskirts of some small Italian village, which they had been viewing from a rather cosy terrace in London, but their whole attire had been transfigured. They had been transported and transfigured to suit their environment... cool.

She'd really had too much to drink and Severus couldn't help but notice the cheesy grin on her face. Gods! The girl was all but plastered, snuggling herself into the side of his body like that, not that he minded in the least. But there was no way she would be so free were she not.

"Come Hermione, I'd like to show you something."

Severus proceeded to steer her between rows of ripening grape vines, through a small meadow and up a slight incline with a few stumbles along the way.

When they crested the small hill, dark wood cherry trees that were full of pale pink blossoms greeted their eyes; a few petals had been freed by a recent breeze and were littering the ground making it look like a wonderland.

Hermione gasped at the beauty of the scene and immediately left Severus' side, much to his chagrin, to feather light touches in awe upon some low residing blooms.

"They're beautiful Severus; this place is beautiful," she said, swinging around with a wistful smile directed at her soon to be beau and promptly caught her foot on an exposed root. Swaying slightly due to her consumption and her swift movements she stumbled and fell straight into Severus' arms.

As far as Severus was concerned he had never seen a picture more worthy of the word perfection in all his days. Hermione's awe struck delight warmed him deeply and he couldn't help feeling quiet smug at having pleased her so.

As soon as he saw her footing slip he closed their distance and caught her in a firm embrace. He all but sang when the beautiful witch reached up and brushed her fingers from his brow to his cheek, down his jaw and to a feather light caress across his bottom lip.

"You're not what I expected you to be, Severus," she all but whispered. At Severus' slight crease in his brow, Hermione reluctantly pulled away and sighed almost indistinctly.

"And what did you expect me to be, Hermione?" Severus retorted softly from behind, his breath tickling her neck with delightful warmth.

Slightly leaning back in her haze against his chest she replied, "I'm honestly not sure."

Moving slowly, so as not to startle her brain into functioning properly, Severus snuck an arm around her abdomen and gently pulled her flush against him. Oh how this lovely witch made his heart flutter, he could have died happy having just had this moment to take with him. The picturesque scene before him and the beautiful warm witch against him was too much for his sensibilities to handle, he just had to do something to let his intentions be known.

Hermione's eyes fluttered closed and she sighed as she felt the warm caresses of Severus' lips brushing lightly upon her neck, when his lips enclosed around her lobe she let out a long deep breath she hadn't realised she'd held and leant her head to the side to give him more skin to work with.

The feel of her skin against his lips was heavenly, warm and inviting were a few words that flittered through his mind briefly. She was so responsive to his touch; it was hard not to drown within her. The steady, deep breaths she was taking were making her breasts heave enticingly, invitingly. He could see her pebbled nipples straining against the white cotton shirt that had been transfigured for her when they entered the vineyard and could not watch any longer. Severus' other hand slid up her torso to cup one of the heaving orbs and massage it lightly, he was elated to see and feel her pushing up into his touch.

Taking a mental step back from his actions he noted how beautifully flushed she looked, when his other hand left its place from her waist and it to made its way to the other perfectly shaped breast, he was nearly undone at the sensual growl that came from her throat and went straight to his groin. The way her head tossed from side to side back against his chest and the way her back arched as she ground her rounded cheeks into his almost painful erection. The sheer passion in such actions was enough to have him involuntary thrust back.

Flushed with desire and heat Hermione felt about ready to boil over. She was no longer affected by her earlier wine consumption. That had cleared when she felt a hand enclose her breast only to be replaced by an intense heat that almost had her screaming. Snaking a hand above her Hermione turned her head and pulled Severus into a searing kiss that spoke of just how heated she did feel.

Demanding! That's the only word that Severus could think of to describe a kiss such as this, no hesitant gentleness or shy fumbling, not at the moment at any rate. She'd just decided she wanted to possess his mouth and he wasn't going to complain, the way his young goddess had just claimed his mouth and was continuing to plunder it as if she owned it sent jolts of uncontrollable arousal through his body. He swung her fiercely by the shoulders to face him and pulled her flush against him as he proceeded to do some plundering of his own.

Being kissed so passionately with the combination of hands running their fill around her body with no sign of stopping had Hermione in sensation overload. She withered and rubbed against him, delighting in the primal growl she had brought forth when she palmed his impressive erection through his cargo pants. Spurred on, she ripped open the casual button down shirt and ran her hands up his abdomen and splayed them across his taut chest, flicking his nipples with her thumbnails.

Severus broke away abruptly holding Hermione by her shoulders, his head was tilted back slightly, plush red lips parted and panting as if he had never breathed before. His eyes were half lidded and his pupils widely dilated as he stared back into the eyes that mirrored his own condition. He could still feel the pressure of her hands against his chest while he fought for oxygen and realised that her chest was rising and falling in sync with his own. She was just as breathless and aroused as he was and he had never wanted her more in his life than he did at this moment.

But he couldn't bring himself to take advantage of her while she was inebriated. He wanted her, oh how he wanted her and he would allow no room for regret after the fact, for when he claimed her she would be his forever and he would give her no reason to doubt that.

A/N: Oh you lovely reviewers, I love you! I realise it has been an unforgivable amount of time between updates, but you should be happy to know my third trimester is progressing nicely (if not uncomfortably, bloody toilet stops!)

And I have been bitten with the inspiration bug to write a few more chaps, so you should see some more over the next few weeks. Please review you guys, you've been great! I'm off to answer as many reviews as I can before I have to go shopping.

alicat xox

P.S. 'Prettylittleowl' I know its not the smutty chap you wanted...but it just wasn't right yet, I promise there's a wicked make up chap for it though, I'll even make it ultra long. ;)