Twenty

A/N: More fun ahead. I won't keep you. Thanks for reading and big sloppy kisses for those taking the time to review. No beta- so any mistakes are my own.

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

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Severus brought the subject up again over breakfast the next morning, as they ate a simple meal of eggs and toast while Hermione vowed to get to the grocers one way or another.

"Where would you like to live, pet? My flat above the store is convenient, and we could get the permits for magical expansion at the same time as the shop's. However, if we're going to have a floo connection in the magical side of the shop, we could certainly live anywhere you fancy. Cabin in the mountains? Cottage by the sea?"

"I think I'd like living in your flat. At least for now. If we're going to both be working in the bookshop, it makes perfect sense. That is if you would like that."

"I'd love it. As a matter of fact, I'd love it as soon as possible. Not only because I want us to settle in and live together, but also because I don't much like leaving Marta unprotected. Not after what happened the other night."

"I can't imagine Ron being stupid enough to cause more trouble. If he wasn't a bloody Auror, he'd be in Azkaban right now. Even so, I'd wager the Aurors aren't very pleased with him at the moment. But you're right. We can't leave Marta unprotected in case he completely loses his mind and comes back."

"We can set some protective wards on the shop this evening after closing. In the meantime, why don't we get you packed and move your things over? We can scrunch my things together to make room for yours until we get the charms in place."

"We could, but what if we're working away and I find I suddenly can't keep my hands off of you?" she asked with an expression that could only be called a leer.

Pushing away from the table, he came to her side, plucked her off of her chair, and lifted her into his arms. "I do have a bed, pet. A nice big bed."

They'd never bothered to put on any clothes. In no time at all, she was on her back with his head between her thighs. Merlin, but she loved how he made love to her with his mouth. He could do this every day for the rest of her life and she'd never tire of it. That thought, the sweet joy of a lifetime of passionate moments with her man, had her calling his name as she toppled over the edge of bliss.

"Do you want to try something new?" she said before he could start licking and sucking on her again.

He lifted his head to give her a heated look. "I love the things you show me."

"Stand next to the bed for me. There's something I'd like to try that I couldn't do while you were Steven."

He readily obeyed her, standing next to the bed with a look of startled curiosity on his dear face.

"Nothing too fancy," she assured him. "I just want to transfigure the bed a bit."

The startled aspect faded, though he continued to look curious. Grabbing her wand from the nightstand, Hermione scooted towards Severus until she was lying on her back with her bum just over the edge of the bed. She flicked the bed with her wand and the legs of it grew longer, raising the mattress higher. As she rose, Hermione wrapped her legs around Severus' hips.

"Can you reach me now?" she asked.

When he had to stoop slightly to enter her, she raised the height of the bed another two inches. Perfect. She dropped her wand onto the bed and her hands tightened in the sheets as he began to fuck her. His hands gripped her roughly by the hips as the speed of his thrusts increased.

"Merlin, Hermione. I can fuck you so fast like this. I barely have to move. You feel so good. Good Lord, I could fuck you forever."

"And you can look down and watch yourself fuck me. Look, Severus. Look at you disappearing into me over and over. Look at you fucking me so fast and hard."

Dropping his eyes, he groaned as he did exactly that. His hips moved even faster as he watched his hard flesh pushing into her heat. She knew he had loved watching them couple when she'd had her legs on his shoulders. In this position, it was even easier for him to enjoy the view.

"Damn it, witch. You'll drive me mad. This is going to be embarrassingly short."

"I don't care. You always make me feel good and I love it when you lose control because I excite you so much."

A groan turned into a growl and Hermione suddenly felt his fingers on her clit. Rubbing, stroking, pinching.

"Severus, yes. Fuck me, lover. So fast and hard and oh--"

He managed to wait until she came, still muttering "fuck me fuck me" under her breath. Then he was pulsing inside of her, shouting "witch" and "sorceress."

He was able to get them both properly on the bed before he collapsed at her side, his eyes closed and a somewhat silly smile on his face.

"You know the most marvelous things," he murmured.

"That was good, wasn't it? I always wanted to try that."

His head lifted and he peered at her with his eyebrows so high he looked comically surprised. "You've never done that? You never did that with anyone else?"

"No, I read about it in one of Ginny's trashy books."

When he remained staring at her with the silly shocked expression, she finally figured out what was going on. She pushed him over onto his back, fell half over him, and sprinkled kisses all over his face.

"Sweetheart, I knew this was all new to you. I love teaching you how we can please each other...it makes me so hot to know you've never done any of this with anyone else but me, only me. I should have thought to tell you that half of what we've done I've never done with anyone else but you. I had a single lover before you, and he was very boring. He never fucked me up against a door or took me in the shower. When I told him I wanted to transfigure the bed, he said it was a waste of time. You have no idea what it means to me to have a man who not only is a wicked lover, but takes such joy in me exploring the many ways I want to make love to him."

He held her close, burying his face in her neck, wrapping his long arms around her.

"You pay such attention," he said softly against the skin of her throat. "There are things I am reluctant to say, words I have difficulty finding, but you always know. You know what I need and you give it to me so freely. I don't know much about love, but I do so love you, Hermione Granger."

"And I love you, Severus Snape. Do you think I don't notice? Do you think I don't realize that I have but to make an offhand comment, and there you are, doing it because you know it will please me? From the very day I met you as Steven, you have treated me so. Finding a book I loved since I was a girl because I told you I lost my copy. Reading it to me because I mentioned I missed reading. Don't tell me you don't know about love, Severus. You're the only man I've ever loved who does."

Then he was kissing her, his mouth hot on her own, his tongue twining with hers. She felt her arousal rising again, so quickly it took her by surprise. They had just finished loving each other, but it was never enough. She would never get enough of him, with his wicked mouth, grasping hands, and hard hungry cock. With his gigantic heart full of love for her.

He pulled her back to the edge of the bed, thrust inside her, and then fell over her so he could reach her mouth to kiss her again and take one of her breasts in each hand. She let her legs dangle over the side of the bed, and found that in this position, with her body bowed over the edge of the bed, he hit all the good places with every stroke. Her desire was a tight ball, spiraling higher and higher. With no other help but the delicious stroking of his shaft into her heat, she burst into bliss.

"So good," he growled into her mouth. "Never tire of feeling you clenching and pulsing around me. Never knew anything could feel like this. Never knew I could love anyone like this. Oh, Hermione, never leave me. Never, never leave me."

"Never!" she shouted, as the ball of her desire wound up again. "Never. You are mine. Mine, do you hear me? I'm never letting you go."

"And you are mine. I may not be your first lover, but I'll bloody well be your last. My Hermione...my witch...mine."

She fell over the edge, crying out wordlessly at the powerful sweetness of it. Vaguely, she heard him call her name as he pulsed inside her. Then there was a peaceful contented darkness washing over her.

"Hermione! Hermione! Good Lord, what have I done? Hermione?"

His worried voice dragged her back to consciousness. Opening her eyes, she smiled at him. He sat on the edge of the bed and she was cradled tightly against his chest.

"Hermione, are you all right? What's wrong? We're never doing that again."

"We bloody well are! Severus, I'm fine. You loved me so fucking fabulously that I passed out from the pleasure of it for a moment."

There was that sweet gobsmacked expression she loved so well. She wound a hand into his hair and rubbed her cheek against his.

"You were fantastic," she purred into his ear.

"You are unharmed?"

"Sweetheart, I am the exact opposite of harmed. I feel like I could fly."

"Are you going to do this fainting thing often?"

"I don't know. It's never happened before. I never had a lover like you before. Let me up now, though. I need the loo."

"Are you mad? You just fainted. I'm not about to let you go traipsing all over the wizarding world, you foolish woman."

Standing up with her, he carried her to the loo, sat her on the toilet, and stood staring at her with a slight scowl on his face while she urinated. It was both adorable and rather embarrassing. Ron had always insisted on closed doors where the loo was concerned. She'd never had a man watch her pee before.

After she'd finished, he allowed her to stand long enough to wash her hands, then carried her back to the bed. Tucking her under the coverlet, he scowled at her for another moment, and then bent to kiss her on the forehead.

"You are going to take a nap," he said in a voice that brooked no argument. "I'm going to go get some food in this house so you don't go fainting again."

"Severus, I'm fine, honestly. Let me go with you."

"You will rest, you stubborn harpy," he snapped, as he tugged on his jeans without even bothering with his boxers. Boots with no socks followed, and lastly his turtleneck. "I won't have you fainting at the grocers."

She giggled at him, which made him roll his eyes.

"Fine, but come and kiss me goodbye."

He did, and then strode to the door muttering, "How can I intimidate you when you insist on snickering at me?"

He returned with a grocery bag in one hand and a takeaway bag in the other. He fairly flew through the door, glaring at where she obediently sat in the bed, her back against the headboard and a book in her lap.

"I'm fine, really. Severus, you shouldn't worry so. I'm in perfect health. Honestly, just because a girl faints for a second when her man has made the most perfectly amazing love to her..."

He set the bags on the table and stopped her prattling with a kiss. "You're going to eat."

"Yes, dear."

"I was worried."

"I know, sweetheart."

He put the groceries away, conjured a small tablecloth to put on the bed, and produced a picnic of chicken and leek pie, mushy peas, and cauliflower cheese. She happily dug in with enthusiasm. Eventually, the scowl left his face as he realized Hermione seemed her normal, healthy self. When they had finished eating, he sat next to her on the bed and cuddled her close.

"Can one really faint from sex?" he asked softly.

"On rare occasion, but only if it's amazingly perfectly brilliant."

She turned to kiss his red cheeks as he blushed.