18. Expense of Spirit.

18. Expense of Spirit

Hermione hugged her wrap tightly around her shoulders as Severus unwarded his door in Spinner's End. It was getting a little chilly, and she shivered slightly. But it was not from the cold. The anticipation of being alone with him had been building all night, and now that they were finally here, nerves were starting to take over and threatened to overwhelm her. They stepped inside, and Severus quickly lit the fire and the candles before pouring them both a glass of Firewhisky.

Severus could sense her nervousness. She had become quieter as they Apparated back to the house, and he felt a small pang of guilt. He was aware of how intimidating he could be, and he couldn't imagine any woman choosing him to be her 'first.' Rather, it should be a young lover, inexperienced and fumbling and less likely to compare and contrast. Not that Severus would ever compare Hermione to anyone. She was unique. And she was perfect. He walked towards her and handed her a glass, then took her hand and lead her to the sofa, where they sat side by side and let the heat from the fire warm them.

Severus put his arm around Hermione, and she laid her head on his shoulder.

'It doesn't have to be tonight, Hermione. We could just... wait until the mood takes us,' he said softly, bending to kiss the top of her head.

'Are you not already in the mood, Severus?' Hermione chuckled, aware of the growing bulge in his trousers as she gently stroked his thigh.

'I was trying to be considerate,' he chuckled. 'In reality, I could take you right now on the rug in front of the fire.' His voice was deep and a little raspy, and Hermione tensed as she felt a fluttering somewhere between her legs.

'You have a very sexy voice, Severus, did you know that?' she whispered softly and turned her head to his, kissing him gently on his lips.

'Is that right?' He raised his eyebrow and smirked. 'By that theory, I could just talk you into bed.'

Hermione adjusted her position and looked him in the face, stroking his cheek with her fingers. Severus pushed his cheek into the palm of her hand and caught her fingers between his lips, running his tongue over them softly as Hermione gasped, her mouth dropping open softly. Severus let her fingers slide from his mouth and took her glass in his hand. He stood and placed them back onto the side table, the whisky untouched.

He held out his hand to her, and Hermione blushed as she took it and followed him up the stairs and into his room. The whole house felt somewhat lighter, and Severus was sure it was Hermione's presence chasing away his demons. Now he was going replace the bad memories with some new and definitely more enticing ones.

After lighting the sconces in the room, Severus pulled Hermione close and held her against his chest, not attempting to undress her, just content to feel her heart beating against him. Hermione closed her eyes and inhaled his musky aroma deeply, feeling his firm flesh under his shirt.

'I ticked the 'lifetime commitment' box, Hermione,' Severus murmured in her ear. 'I thought you might want to know that.'

Hermione smiled against his chest and tears filled her eyes as she took a deep breath.

'Yes,' she purred a little, and her hands reached up to the collar of his shirt. One by one, she unfastened his buttons, stroking his bare flesh under her fingertips and kissing his skin with her warm, moist lips, her tongue snaking out to caress his nipples, her breath making him shiver.

Severus tipped her chin with his finger, raising her face upwards. His eyes burned into hers.

'I am the one who is meant to take control in the bedroom, Hermione,' he reminded her, his voice rumbling a little.

Hermione gasped as she saw the passion in his eyes and nodded, dropping her hands to her sides.

'Okay,' she breathed softly. Gods, she really wanted him to take control.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in surrender. Severus recognised her submission, and his nostrils flared as he crushed her lips with his, plunging his tongue into her mouth so she could taste him and experience what he had been trying so hard to contain. His hands cupped her bottom, and he gripped her tightly, pushing his erection firmly against her leg so she had no doubt he wanted her tonight. Tonight, there would be no restraint, no holding back... and no going back, once he started. His body craved hers, and he trembled slightly as her lips began to move against his firmly, allowing his desire to fill her senses.

Severus groaned and pulled his lips from hers for a moment, his eyes drinking in her face, her lips swollen already from his kisses, her eyes heavy with lust, her chest rising and falling, and her hair, coming loose from its pins and falling in soft, tumbling curls around her shoulders. He suddenly wished he had a camera so he could take a 'before' photograph.... His lips curled into a possessive smile as he wondered how she would look 'after.' With a growl, he lifted her around the waist, raising her to meet his lips as he walked her to the bed and threw her onto it, not giving her a moment to collect herself but falling onto the bed beside her and finding her mouth again as his hands fell onto her hair. His tongue was inside her mouth, stroking, exploring, and his fingers, deft and accurate, located all of her pins and discarded them. He pulled at her lengths with his fingers, teasing them and letting them splay over the pillows like a halo.

Hermione was lost already; his kisses like a drug had her head spinning and her crotch soaking. He had never taken her like this before, with so much power. She knew he owned her now, and she didn't care. She wanted him to own her every night if this was how it would be. His fingers were in her hair, and she felt she might die from the feel of them, so gentle and so intimate, a precursor to what he would do with them in other areas of her body. Hermione moaned into his mouth, involuntary, deep and husky and letting him know she was his.

Severus bent his head to her throat and kissed her silky skin, laving with his tongue the sensitive area just above her collarbone. His hands roamed her breasts and felt her nipples beneath the fabric of her dress. He tweaked them between his thumbs and forefingers and watched her face as she arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head and her mouth open in a gasp of pleasure.

'Gods, Severus,' she moaned his name, and his eyes flashed with lust, his cock pushing against the inside of his trousers insistently.

'Shall I make you come, Hermione?' Severus dropped his lips to her ear and spoke smoothly, as if he were asking her to pass the butter.

Hermione felt his breath on her ear, his proximity to her body clouding her thoughts, and she couldn't answer him. An incoherent noise slipped out of her mouth, and Severus grinned against her cheek, kissing her tenderly there as his hand reached for the bottom of her dress. He was touching her inner thigh, and Hermione held her breath as his fingers reached the wetness that had been slowly slipping down her legs.

'Oh, Hermione...' Severus groaned in her ear. 'I love you...' he breathed as his fingers brushed her labia and parted them. He couldn't believe how ready she was and how much she wanted him. Her desire almost matched his, but then, she didn't yet know what she had been missing.

'I love you, Severus... Gods... feels so good...' she gasped as he bit her earlobe sharply; he stroked his fingers along her pussy and moved his body quickly down the bed. He pushed his head beneath her skirts, and Hermione glanced down. She couldn't see him, but she could feel him, and she wrapped her thighs around his shoulders a little.

Severus breathed deeply and closed his eyes. He didn't need to see her to know how beautiful her pussy was, her soft lips curled and pink, her clitoris engorged and needing him. He nuzzled his face into her pubic hair and sighed as she pushed her crotch forward. Wrapping his hands around her waist to hold her still, he licked her, his tongue dancing a little inside her entrance then up to her clit. Hermione cried out her pleasure and rubbed his hair through her skirt.

'Please... more...' she moaned, biting her lip. Gods, but he was talented with his tongue. She was so close it felt more like pain than pleasure, and she pushed her pussy towards his face.

Severus could sense her want and struck up a gentle, teasing rhythm with his mouth. Kiss, lick, probe and suck, over and over until she was practically screaming at him, her thighs flung wide, her bottom lifting from the bed and her hands gripping his head so firmly she probably wasn't aware she had him in such a vise grip, so intent was she on reaching her orgasm.

'Oh... Oh... Fuck! Severus!' Hermione came, her body bucking wildly as Severus inserted his fingers at the critical moment, scissoring them slightly to stretch her for what was to come.

Hermione whimpered, her face covered with her own hair, tears mingling with sweat as she came back to the present to see him lying beside her, his clothes gone and a soft smile on his face as he gazed at her. Glancing down, she could see she was also naked, and she smiled at him wantonly.

'Are you ready for me, witch?' he whispered softly, love shining out of him like a beacon as he stroked her breasts tenderly and brushed her nipples with his thumb.

Hermione pushed the hair from her face and leaned into him, kissing him feverishly and slipping her tongue in his mouth. Her hand drifted down to his crotch and found his cock.

'Can I?' she asked him quietly.

Severus closed his eyes and kissed her. ' I want you to,' he replied, and Hermione groaned into his mouth as she heard his need for her.

In seconds, Hermione was between his legs and taking his cock in her mouth, running her tongue under his glans and cupping his balls with one hand, the other tight around his shaft. Severus gasped as he felt her mouth on him and sighed as she swallowed him deeper. Hermione loved the feel of him in her mouth. She had to stretch her lips to accommodate him, but it didn't matter. The more he filled her, the wetter she became, and saliva dribbled down his length as she slurped and sucked at him.

Severus couldn't stand it any longer and pulled at her hair a little sharply. She raised her head and looked at him, her breath coming in short bursts, her mouth wet and open, her eyes dropping with desire. Their eyes met, and without speaking, they knew.

'On your back, Hermione,' he hissed at her.

Hermione did as she was told willingly. This was not the gentle, romantic deflowering of love sickly novels. This was the taking of Hermione Granger, powerful and cleverest witch of her age, who had fought alongside the Boy Who Lived. She had also taken on Severus Snape and was about to claim her prize. Slushy, pathetic fumbling wasn't what she had been saving herself for. Passionate need, desperate wanting, that was what she had waited for. This black-haired, black-eyed, seriously well hung and hard as a fucking rock man was what she had been waiting for.

Severus eyed her as she lay on her back and watched him. Like a panther, he crawled up between her legs, his eyes feral, his nostrils flaring as the smell of her sex hit him. He kissed her hard, his tongue forcing its way between her lips before she knew what had hit her. His hand found a breast, and he massaged her firmly, pulling at her nipple as his other hand found her wet nether lips. And suddenly, it wasn't his fingers any more, and she groaned as she felt the tip of his cock start to stretch her vagina. Severus paused and looked down at her, tears glistening in her eyes and in his. Almost there, they thought.... Almost complete...

Severus bent his head and kissed her tenderly, sucking her lip into his mouth.

'Need you,' he hissed at her, his eyes heavily lidded, deep pools of wanton lust.

Severus thrust hard and didn't stop at the hint of resistance but ploughed on until there was nowhere else to go.

'Oh, God!' Hermione squeezed her eyes tightly as the pain coursed through her.

'Oh, God!' Severus held himself still and revelled in her tight wetness, his cock throbbing against her walls.

Hermione ran her nails down his back, and he hissed at her.

'No pain, no gain,' she gasped as she tried to relax and accommodate his length and girth.

Severus stared down at her, hardly believing his luck

'It will be blissful, I promise you,' he murmured as he began to move slowly, slipping his length fully out and then filling her again firmly.

Hermione felt it like a burning pain that slowly melted as her vagina stretched and moistened around him. The pain was replaced by a longing for him to keep moving, keep filling her up. She realised she had been living a half-life up until this moment, that the missing piece was here, right now, her joining with Severus Snape.

Severus was increasing his pace and trying hard to keep his own desire at bay until he felt her come around him. He moved his hand to her buttocks and gripped her firmly, raising her off the bed slightly so the head of his cock could rub against the front of her pubic wall and her G-spot. Hermione groaned and grabbed his buttocks with her fingers, pushing her nails into his flesh and forcing him to push into her harder and harder, over and over. She started to writhe beneath him, and Severus stiffened slightly as her walls massaged him deliciously.

'Come, witch.... Fuck... Hermione!' Severus gasped as Hermione started to meet his thrusts with her hips, rolling her G-spot over the head of his cock with abandon and speed.

'Oh, gods... oh, gods ... oh gods!' Hermione couldn't believe what she was feeling. Her vagina was on fire, but it was more than that. Her whole body was starting to tremble, her legs shaking uncontrollably, and her whole core full of him as she started her orgasm.

Severus cried out as he felt her muscles contract against him, and he rammed himself into her harder and harder until he couldn't hold on any longer.

'HOLY SHIT!' he screamed, 'NUEGHHHHH!!!'

Hermione was limp beneath him, unable to move, unable to speak, her body coursing with electricity as she felt his sperm shoot from the head of his cock and burst against her vaginal walls, coating her, making her warm and slick as he continued to pump his length inside her.

Severus collapsed on top of her, his mouth beside her ear, wet tears on his cheeks as he continued to move inside her gently, not wanting it to end.... Never wanting to leave her body.

'Gods, Hermione,' he whispered softly into her ear.

'I know,' she murmured, stroking his hair, tears falling down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. 'I know.'

A/N: I know, it's a bit cheesy the sex and crying this, but meh, they waited long enough. They deserved to be a bit emotional!

'Expense of Spirit' is stolen from Shakspeare's Sonnet No. 129. It's about having sex, funnily enough!

Hugs and smooches to kizzy. She's awesome!