Family Ties

Chapter 6 – Family Ties

Hermione never once thought it was possible for her to ever feel as at peace as she was in the security of her husband’s embrace. Her arms tightened around his neck instinctively as she thought of security, as they slowly danced among the other coupled dance partners at their wedding reception. She sighed in contentment, snuggling into Severus’ embrace, resting her head on his chest and letting him dictate their movements on the floor.

“I love you, Madam Snape,” he growled into her ear, pulling her to him possessively and kissing the top of her head.

Hermione giggled and smiled into his silk shirt. “I like it when you wear white,” she admitted, kissing his silk-clad chest.

“I think we’ve been at this blasted party quite long enough, don’t you, wife of mine?” he asked, loosening his grip on her so he could gaze down at her beloved face.

He arched an eyebrow at her and smirked. She slapped away his wandering hand, which was attempting to stray inside her outer robe. She leaned up and gifted him with a chaste kiss before taking his hand and leading him off the dance floor.

“Let’s say goodbye and go home,” she suggested thoughtfully, tugging on the lapels of his shirt a little in an impatient gesture.

“I have a better idea. Let’s just leave.”

Before Hermione even got the chance to protest, her husband’s arms were around her waist and he Disapparated them away. They appeared in the sitting room of Snape Manor a moment later, both curled around each other, staring into each other’s glistening eyes.

“Severus, you shouldn’t have done that,” she protested weakly before she tugged his head down for a searing kiss.

“Mmm hmm… but I just couldn’t wait for you any longer, wife,” he replied, nipping at her bottom lip and then sucking it into his mouth and kissing her back with all of the passion he had kept in check during the past week.

“Gods, Severus,” she moaned. “Take me to bed, love.”

“With pleasure,” he growled, picking her up from the ground, causing her to squeal, and carrying her over the threshold of their bedroom.

He dropped her onto the bed unceremoniously and toed his shoes off before walking over to his young wife. He let his eyes follow the length of her, taking in her recently mussed-up hair, kiss-bruised lips, her flushed cheeks, crinkled dress robes, and her chest, rising and falling heavily with her legs spread invitingly.

He unclasped the front of her outer robe and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it pool on the ground, leaving her in the strapless, white inner robe-dress, silky and falling to her ankles.

“Beautiful,” he murmured silkily.

He shifted himself to sit on the edge of the bed and forced her into a sitting position so that he could unlace the back of the dress. Once that tedious task was complete, he set about sliding the silky slip of material down her slight, yet ample curves and slim frame. His fingers gently brushed the sides of her breasts as he went.

Her nipples tightened at the contact, making her shiver. Once the dress was off, she was left scantily clad in a simple pair of white lace knickers.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, drinking in the sight of his wife, breasts standing at attention and begging to be tasted, the dusky pink nipples contrasting against the creamy smooth flesh of the globes.

“You’re terribly over-dressed, my husband,” she said impishly with a wicked grin. She switched positions with him and forced his hands out of the way to begin undressing him.

“Vixen,’ he accused playfully.

She pushed the shirt over his shoulders and pulled the silk tie out of his hair, dropping her hands to toy mischievously with the edge of his waistband and the button that closed the front of his tented trousers.

“Hermione,” he warned in a no-nonsense tone.

She laughed and released the button as she kissed a fiery trail down his chest, helping him work the pants down his toned legs where they joined the rest of their discarded clothing in a growing pile on the floor. He pressed her into the bed and pinned her with a needy kiss, moving down her neck and capturing a dusky nipple in his mouth. He suckled it gently, letting his teeth graze it lightly while massaging the other breast with his expert hands.

“Please,” she whimpered as he teased her.

“Please what, Hermione?” he asked wickedly, releasing the turgid nipple from his mouth.

He didn’t give her the chance to answer before he crashed his lips back to her own and kissed her senseless, all the while removing her damp knickers. After a while, the strain became too much and he took to pleasuring her orally, plunging his fingers in and out of her hot cavern, suckling her clit, and teasing her over the edge with his lips, tongue, and fingers.

She bucked her hips, and it wasn’t long until her muscles clamped around his fingers as her orgasm ripped through her violently.

Severus removed his fingers and slithered back up her body to lie facing her. He then treated her to the show of licking every last bit of her juices from his fingers. A more erotic sight would have been hard to find.

He dispensed of his own silky, black boxers at tossed them onto their pile of clothing. Slowly, he found a comfortable position for them both and settled beside her with his cock situated between her slightly spread thighs.

Once her breathing had returned to normal, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, leaning down to kiss her lips tenderly.

“May I have you now, my wife?” he asked huskily.

“Please,” she replied as she wrapped her own legs around him, pushing down a little and taking the head of his manhood into her scorching and moist cavern.

He groaned a little and pushed in further until her was fully sheathed within his wife’s tight heat. He waited until her body adjusted to his size and only began with shallow thrusts when she begged for him to continue.

“Patience, witch,” he hissed.

After what seemed like ages, the languid thrusts became unbearable and forced him to pound into her hard and fast. They both went over the edge together, her contracting muscles causing him to find his release shortly after she reached her own completion.

Panting and sweating, they detangled from each other and managed to tiredly pull the sheets over themselves, snuggling into each other’s bodies.

Hermione sighed and looked into his inky black eyes. “I love you, Severus,” she said, pulling his body closer to her own. “Thank you. That was wonderful.”

“I agree,” he said, tightening his arms around her. “Who would have thought an insufferable Gryffindor know-it-all would be like that,” he teased.

“I’ll have you know, you sneaky Slytherin, that your wife had better be the only Gryffindor know-it-all that is like that with you,” she said huffily.

“Of course, my beautiful, sweet Gryffindor,” he replied.

She smiled at him, but jumped as he reached for the floor across her lap. “What are you looking for?” she asked out of curiosity.

‘My wand, I have to cast the contraceptive on you,’ he mumbled.

Hermione blanched a little and bit her bottom lip. She hadn’t planned on telling him so soon, but she supposed it was as good a time as any.

“Severus, it won’t work.”

“Why ever not, pet?” he asked when he resurfaced.

“Because I’m already pregnant,” she said quickly.

“What?”

“You heard,” she replied.

Severus sat in silence for a moment before he seemed to grasp the concept. He was going to be a father. Looking back at his wife, he smiled.

“You’re not angry?” she asked.

“Not at all,” he answered simply.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. “I love you, Severus Snape.”

Nothing more was said that night as Severus aimed to show his wife and mother of his child just how much he loved her.