Ten

A/N: Ready for some fun? Hang onto your hats because off we go. ;)

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Disclaimer: They are not mine; I only take them out to play.

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As Hermione stood at the window, staring out into the night, she felt the heat of his body behind her and a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I've shared so much with you this evening," he said, his voice gentle, without even a hint of reprimand. "Can't you tell me what's worrying you? Can't you trust me? You must know that I would rather cut off my own arm than do anything to harm you."

"Of course you would never harm me," she stated with quiet conviction. Turning to him, she buried her face in his neck as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm terrified," she confessed, her voice muffled by his neck. "But not of you. There is something I'm frightened to tell you...about myself. Oh, Severus, I wanted you to get a chance to know me better before you found out. I don't want you thinking I'm some sort of freak. I would be devastated to have you ever turn away from me in disgust."

"What could you possibly tell me that could get me to turn from you?" His voice rumbled and she could feel the vibration on the skin of her face. "You, who have so patiently showed me the ways of love and caring. You, who refused to turn from me, but stubbornly loved me, even when my petty jealousy overwhelmed me and I treated you abominably. There is absolutely nothing you can tell me that would make me stop loving you. I need you like I need my next breath."

Trembling in his arms, she sobbed quietly into the fabric of his turtleneck sweater, while he held her close and stroked her back with gentle hands.

"I love you so much," she managed when her tears had quieted enough for speech. "I'm just so frightened."

"Hush, sweetheart, hush. What could be so terrifying? Let's see...hmm...you're an alien from outer space? No mind then, I don't care if you are. You are deliciously shaped for an alien."

A giggle slipped out before she was even aware she was laughing. "No, Steven, I'm not an alien."

"I've got it. You're a black widow, stealing men's hearts and killing them in their beds. No problem. I find I'm quite willing to die so long as I get to lie in your bed with you first."

A full-throated laugh. "No. You're in no danger of murder at my hands."

"You were secretly born a man? I don't care. Your surgery was a resounding success, as I discovered for myself earlier this evening."

Untucking her head, she grinned up at him. "I was born a woman, but that's very accepting of you."

"Thank all that's holy," he muttered, "though I meant what I said." Dropping his mouth to hers, he kissed her passionately. "Now, let me think, what other deep dark secret can you be keeping from me? I've got it. You're a lesbian, and I am nothing more than a brief fling on the other side of the fence."

"No, I'm not homosexual. I'm beginning to think I'm Stevenosexual."

That response earned her another of his drugging kisses. "Whatever it is, my love, I swear to you that I couldn't give a fuck about it, not so long as your heart is mine."

"It is," she replied, a little breathless.

"And mine is yours. Nothing will change that. Tell me or don't. Tell me now, or five years from now, or never at all. I'm not concerned about it either way. It only bothers me that you are worried about it when I know that you needn't be."

"I will tell you, Steven, and soon. I need a little more time to think about it, though."

"You called me Severus before."

"I know, but you don't like it much, do you?"

"I neither like it nor dislike it. Call me that again."

Hermione brought her lips to his ear and whispered the name with all the love in her heart. "Severus."

Nuzzling near her own ear, his voice low and rumbly, he said, "Will you call me so when you are overcome with passion? When my fingers dance over you, and you fall apart in my arms, will you moan that name as you come for me?"

"Oh, yes. Severus, my Severus."

"Then I imagine I could get used to that name from your sweet lips."

He was kissing her again, moving to press her against the wall near the window, his hips gently thrusting against her, his arousal obviously renewed.

When she could breathe, she found his ear again and whispered into it, "Would you like to learn something new, my love? Should I show you?"

"Yes, my sweet siren. You may teach me anything you like."

Leading him to the sofa, Hermione kissed him as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and undid his zipper. He muttered against her lips as he felt her hands brushing against his hard shaft, a needy, pleading sound. She slipped her hands under denim jeans and cotton boxers to squeeze his bare arse.

"Holy fuck," he muttered. "If I hadn't already come once, I think I could again only from that."

"Good thing you did already then because I have other plans for you."

Sliding his clothes down far enough to free his hard cock from the fabric, she let them fall to the floor before sitting him down on the sofa. Pressing his knees apart, she knelt on the floor between them and then happily grasped his length in her eager hands. She stroked him lightly before leaning down to take him into her mouth. His hips bucked up against her and a wordless, startled exclamation flew from his lips.

Putting one hand on his hip to control his unconscious thrusting, she concentrated on the task at hand, bobbing her head as she used gentle suction and twirled her tongue around the underside and head of his cock. Her lover seemed to have been shocked speechless. A plethora of delicious noises fell from his mouth, but no words at all were among them. For a second, she worried that she had moved too quickly. Perhaps this intimate act had come too soon for her inexperienced partner.

Then she felt his hands tangling into her hair, clasping tightly but not forcing her down. Not too much too soon then, though perhaps a little overwhelming, as it should be if she was doing this correctly at all. He was better endowed than she was used to, and she used the hand not holding his hip down to stroke what she could not fit in her mouth. By the noises the man was making, he found nothing lacking.

Merlin, he was big. If the witches of the world had known this about the surly Professor Snape, he wouldn't still be a virgin. She was glad they had not known it, for she found herself fiercely possessive of him. Increasing her efforts, she hummed around him with pleasure.

That was as much as her inexperienced lover could take, even with his earlier orgasm. She felt his hard shaft begin to twitch as Severus shouted out her name. His seed filled her mouth in long spurts as she continued to move around him. She swallowed the slightly bitter fluid down as she slowed her movements, knowing his shaft would grow too sensitive quickly after his release.

When she gently slid him from her mouth and lifted her head, she saw that he had collapsed bonelessly against the back of the sofa. His mouth hung open and he stared at her with wide eyes. He was completely gobsmacked. Merlin, but he looked adorable. She wanted to kiss him but was unsure how her inexperienced man would react to kissing her after where her mouth had been.

Sliding up to sit next to him on the sofa, she slipped a hand under his turtleneck and gently rubbed his bare chest as he recovered. She delighted in the feel of the crisp chest hair against her palm. Ron had been practically hairless.

Steven soon stirred himself. Lifting her head with a gentle hand under her chin, he kissed her breathless, obviously unconcerned that she had just had that mouth wrapped around his cock.

When he spoke, his voice was a sultry rumble that traveled straight to her clit. "I have no words to describe how wonderful that was. I used to think I wouldn't care for that sort of thing. It seemed rather distasteful, having someone put their mouth on me there. I'm happy to have been proved very, very wrong."

Then he was kissing her again, his hands restless and exploring her entire body. Gently squeezing her breasts, and then sliding down to curve around her hips and cup her arse through the fabric of her sundress.

"Show me," he murmured against her lips. "Show me how to please you with my mouth."

For the first time since she began teaching Steven the ways of physical love, Hermione balked. Ron had gone down on her rarely and with protest, saying she tasted weird. Her few schoolgirl encounters before Ron had never progressed that far. When Steven searched her face, she blushed and dropped her eyes.

He placed both palms lightly on her cheeks. "What is it? Tell me."

"Well...er...some men don't like doing that. They say that the taste isn't pleasant."

"I already know that I love the way you taste."

The memory of his slick fingers sliding into his mouth returned to her. Her heart began to pound and her breathing quickened at the thought. He'd done that. He'd taken his fingers from her sopping channel and licked her juices from them with not even a hint of distaste or revulsion.

"I don't know how to show you," she admitted. "I could show you what to do with your fingers because I do that to myself."

His eyes lit with fire at the mention of her touching herself. "Then I shall have to sort it out on my own," he said with a wicked smile.

He stood and pulled his jeans up, though he didn't bother to zip them. Then he laid her down on the sofa, slowly slid the skirt of her dress up, and removed her silk panties. Gazing at her sex with obvious desire mixed with wonder, he spread her lips so he could see all of her secrets. He stroked her with his hand, circling his clever fingers around the nub of her clit and then sliding them down, watching avidly as two of his long digits sunk into her depths.

"Oh, yes," he muttered. "I think I'm going to like this. I think I'm going to love it."

Spreading her lips apart with one hand, he dipped his head down and licked her from channel to clit, making her shiver with expectation. He delved into her channel with his tongue for a moment, flicking it in and out of her passage, fucking her with his tongue. Her legs moved restlessly on the sofa and her breathing became more ragged.

Pushing two fingers back into her channel, he slid them in and out as his tongue returned to dance against her clit. She had no idea exactly what he was doing with it, only that every time she pressed up against his face or moaned in reaction, he repeated whatever he was doing at the time. He was studying her, learning from her every reaction, a willing and enthusiastic student.

When Ron had grudgingly done this for her, it had seemed to take ages for her to orgasm, as he fumbled around down there. With such speed that she was startled, Steven had her on the edge of bliss.

"Oh, gods...don't stop...don't stop...you fucking wonderful man...oh, yes...I'm going to come...going to come so hard...Severus!"

His name came out as a small shriek as her orgasm thundered through her.

"Hmm..." he said, lifting his face. "Yes, I think I could get used to that ridiculous name being spoken like that."

She giggled with pure happiness as she looked at his smug smile, so pleased with himself that he had figured out how to make her babble in pleasure.

"I'll call you whatever you like as long as you do that again."

"I'll see what I can arrange," he practically purred as he bent his head to her dripping sex again.

He refused to stop until he had brought her to completion a total of five times, and each time he seemed more and more deft at the business. At last, she had to beg him to stop. Her legs were jelly and her clit over-sensitized, not that she was complaining in the least. When he stood, she could see by his rock hard cock that he'd been enjoying what he'd been doing. Sitting up, she drew him to stand between her knees and enveloped him in her mouth once more.