Mission: Complete!

He moved so fast I'm standing here quite disorientated. One moment I'm lounging on him on the couch in Remus' apartment, next thing I know I'm fully dressed, clean knickers and all, in what appears to be a living room. It's dark, dingy and lined with books. It would be his house, I assume. Oh, well done, Herms, fifty points to you. Once again your brain has descended to the incredible intelligence of the combined minds of Crabbe and Goyle.

It's dark, obviously, being night and all (again I'm blaming this highly obvious deduction on the fact that I've just been thoroughly shagged by two delectable men), though there are a few candles flickering on the sparse pieces of wall that aren't covered by shelves of aforementioned books. It's tiny and cramped, but not unexpected. It doesn't look very different from his office at Hogwarts, actually, though there is, thankfully, a distinct lack of miscellaneous objects floating in preserving jars.

His arms are still around me from the Side-Along-Apparition, wrapped around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. I can feel the warmth of his body seeping through my clothes. Something has changed. The dynamics, I mean, this is different. I think I know what it is; his guard seems to have dropped.

"Well, you wanted to know where I lived," he says softly into my hair.

I get the distinct idea he feels as if he's sacrificing something bringing me here. His privacy, perhaps?

I don't know what to say. I mean, it's not exactly the most attractive house I've ever been in, and he seems to know that. It's not the point, though. He's actually opened up and brought me to his home. "Thank you, sir."

He bristles, then relaxes. "Severus," he says against my ear, his fingers stroking my ribs through my clothes, his thumbs just brushing the sides of my breasts.

"Severus," I say, letting his name roll in my mouth. I like it. I like it very much.

He turns me in his arms, one hand resting on my lower back, holding me to him, the other stroking my hair. He's looking at me so intensely I can feel myself begin to squirm under his gaze.

Finally, he gives me a reprieve. His head dips down, his lips softly brushing over mine. It's a soft kiss, almost chaste. What the hell? Where has the man from ten minutes ago gone? The one who sat there, teasing the hell out of me, making me squirm until I thought I'd simply burst, withholding my release. The one who insisted on being called Professor Snape.

He's kissing me like he's never even touched me before.

I can't say I'm not enjoying it, it has merit. As he slowly parts my lips, and dances over them with his tongue, I know it definitely has merit. But still, I can't help but find it rather odd.

He unties my cloak, pushing the velvet from my shoulders and placing it on the sofa.

"Come," he says, taking my hand and leading me towards a door. And so the strangeness continues. I feel myself waiting any moment for him to spring something on me, to find myself bound by my wrists to his bed... or something actually bad. But no, nothing yet.

"Relax, Hermione," he whispers, actually smiling at me as he closes the bedroom door. Okay, so he and Lupin have swapped personalities, that must be it. Polyjuice Potion maybe, I don't know.

He leads me to the bed, laying me down on the bedding. He slides onto the mattress, his head propped up on one hand and stares at me. I really am starting to worry. There's no sneer, no side remarks, he's just watching me.

I'm just about to ask him if I should Owl St Mungos when his fingers reach out and touch my hair. Then his lips are on mine again, kissing me slowly, just like in the sitting room. Soft and sweet, with his hands on my face, in my hair – the gentlest of touches. I'm enjoying it, I really am. But I can't stand it – I don't know what he's doing, but I'm going to find out.

I pull back from him and stare up at his face. His brow furrows.

"Is there something wrong?" he asks.

"Well," I begin carefully. Carefully? Blow carefully. It's time to be utterly frank with him. "Yes, there is something decidedly wrong. Where is Severus Snape?"

He actually laughs. "I thought you said you wanted romance."

I did?

"In the alley outside Lupin's," he reminds me.

Oh. Yeah. Well, I guess I did. And I'm not totally against the idea, I guess I just didn't actually expect him to carry through with it.

"And trust me, Hermione, sweet and sensual can be even better than quick and dirty."

Oh gods. Okay, I'm sold on the idea.

"Show me," I tell him, my voice carried on my breath alone.

He kisses me once more, softly on the lips, then pulls my hair back from my neck. Gently he teases my skin with his mouth, his overly large nose bumping into my flesh and sending shivers up my spine. Oh, yes....

One hand drops to my waist, teasing at the inch or so of bare skin between my top and my skirt. I can already feel myself growing wet, my skin quivering under his touch. His fingers trace along my skin, so softly I can barely feel him, but I can certainly feel the way my body is reacting.

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, his hand slides under my top, stroking my belly, teasing my ribs.

I sigh happily, tangling my fingers in his hair, tugging gently at the strands to try and let him know how much I'm enjoying this; words seem to have left me.

His lips move over my collar bone, tracing damp trails over my skin, while his hands drop down to the hem of my top. Slowly sliding the fabric up, over my breasts, he pauses as it pools below my arms to move up and kiss my mouth again, again slowly, passionately. One strong arm lifts me barely off the bed. I slide my arms from the garment, and as he lifts it over my head my skin is delighted by the warm air drifting over it.

His mouth leaves mine again, gliding down my neck, over my upper chest and he slides slightly down the mattress. His fingers tease at the bare skin just above the sides of my bra, his tongue traces along the flesh along the top. He leans over, his fingers lightly grasping his wand, and with one small swoop I feel the clasp at the back of my bra slide loose. His fingers glide under the loosened fabric, drawing along my breasts, but not quite touching my nipples. I literally ache for more. Rolling my shoulders back into the bed, pushing my chest towards him I try to let him know. He seems to understand; he slides the bra down my shoulders, kissing my skin as the straps are moved, all the way down one arm until his lips place a soft kiss on the back of one hand. He moves across and does the same to the other arm, looking up at me, watching my reaction. I lift my fingers, gently tracing the line of his cheekbone, pushing a few loose strands of hair back behind his ear.

"Gods, Hermione," he whispers, his eyes still locked on mine. "You have no idea how beautiful you look."

I manage a tiny whimper in reply. His fingers lace through mine, his mouth coming down on my chest. He kisses my skin at first, then one nipple. It's not enough! Oh, yesss.... He draws my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, swirling his tongue over it. My fingers clench around his, a low groan escaping me. I feel his mouth form a smile against my skin.

The other breast is shown the same treatment, his fingers gliding over the first as his mouth lavishes attention on the second. I feel like I'm floating, floating in a delightful sea of nothingness, nothing but him.

Slowly he slides further down my body and I can feel the firm length of his erection pressing against my thigh as he moves. Further down, further down.... He's kissing his way down my stomach, pulling the waistband of my skirt as he moves until he's kneeling between my feet. The fabric glides over my skin, teasing me, putting me more on edge before finally he's pulled it free of my ankles and discarded my skirt on the floor.

His hands slide over my calves, giving me a hungry grin. He bends down, starting at my knees, kissing his way up my thighs, taking each leg in turn. My body is literally trembling as he places one soft kiss against the fabric of my knickers, his warm breath penetrating the material and sending a heat wave to my core.

"Please," I implore, my fingers clutching desperately at the sheets.

He growls in reply. His fingers trace around the outer edge of my knickers, over the tops of my thighs, across my abdomen, making my muscles contract. With his long fingers he pulls at the elastic, slipping them down ever so slowly, his eyes on mine, watching me, dark and full of passion.

His fingers slide back up my inner thighs, pausing a moment or two before touching the outer skin of my folds. Merlin, I'm on fire. His touch is so soft it's barely there, but it is most definitely there all the same. His finger slips along the moist parting, lightly, not touching me any deeper, ending with the lightest of brushes over my clit. My hips jump off the bed of their own accord.

He looks at me again, his eyes not leaving mine as his hands slide to the dips at the top of my thighs. His fingers splay across my hips, his thumbs softly pulling my folds apart. I watch on in awe at his dark eyes as he head dips down, kissing the sensitive skin around my opening, kissing my clit. His breath is hot, his lips soft, but nothing compares to the silkiness of his tongue as it slides around me, tracing the folds of my skin then just touching my clit. My hips move again, trying to arch off the bed, but his fingers hold me still, pressing into my waist.

"Severus," I moan.

And his mouth is on me, his tongue flicking over my clit, his thumbs sliding across my skin, just barely delving inside of me. I'm beside myself, the moans tear from me, my head tilts back, my chest rises from the bed.

He presses on, never relenting from his slow, steady torture. He moves his hands again, one long finger sliding inside of me, curved forwards pressing at my inner wall. And then he hits it, that ultra sensitive spot, and he knows it. Firm strokes continue until I can feel it washing over me, my orgasm from my toes to my head, clenching my muscles around that finger, clutching desperately at the sheets.

"Oh, yes, Hermione," he breathes against my damp skin. "You have no idea what that does to me."

What it does to him? I'm a quivering mess!

He moves back up me, his body on mine, holding most of his weight on his elbows. His face is mere inches from mine, his dark eyes looking intensely at mine. And then he kisses me again. I can taste myself on him and it's oddly arousing.

However, if this has all changed as he's claimed, it's time I got away with asserting a little dominance myself. He's still fully dressed and that doesn't really seem fair.

I place my hands on his chest, pushing gently at him. He lifts his head and quirks an eyebrow at me. With a little more persuasion I manage to roll him over, straddling his hips until he's under me. Merlin, I can feel his erection pressing against me through his trousers. I roll my hips against him, thrilled at the feel of the coarse material against my bare skin. I'm going to leave marks on his trousers. I don't care.

He's looking at me with a slightly confused smile.

"My turn," I explain, reaching forward and unbuttoning his shirt.

"Hermione–" he begins to protest.

I don't give him the chance. "No, it's my turn."

"That is not necessary."

"Oh, but it is," I reply. He isn't going to get away with it this time. It's about time Severus Snape was made to squirm and beg.

His shirt comes undone, and I run my fingers over his skin. His chest is warm, slightly damp beneath my fingers, the smattering of hair coarse against his smooth, pale skin. My fingers trail down his ribs, across his abdomen, drawing a line down the hair that disappears beneath his trousers.

He sucks in a quick breath, his skin rippling beneath my fingers.

Bending down, I smatter kisses across his chest, my fingers working at his belt buckle.

Pulling his belt loose, I unclasp his pants, slowly sliding down the zip, relishing the feel of his cock pressing hard against his trousers, against the backs of my fingers.

He moans as I push his pants down to his knees, my fingers brushing the hair on his legs. Sliding down between his feet, I push the garment down to his ankles. He lays before me now, boxer shorts tented, shirt open, eyes half lidded. This vision of Severus Snape is the most erotic thing I have ever had the fortune to enjoy.

And my self-consciousness is ruining it all. He's staring up at me with those dark eyes, waiting for me to make my move. I'm the one who wanted to be his equal, and now I have the task of living up to that desire.

"Hermione," he says, his voice husky, "you don't have to...."

That's what I needed – his doubt in my abilities is what draws me from my contemplation.

I give him a wicked grin, and tug his underwear down his legs and off. He lies before me now, completely naked save the open shirt. His erection juts out at me, tempting me....

Slowly, I bend forward. I take one tentative lick at the silky soft flesh at the tip of his cock. It jumps in response, punctuated by a long hiss of breath from Severus. So far, so good.

I close my lips around him, swirling my tongue over the head, delighted by the way his hips keep rolling on the bed. Emboldened, I sink forward, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. I'm not willing to try any more right now – gagging probably wouldn't be very attractive! I start up a languid pace, exploring the pulsing veins and ridges as I go. My fingers work up his legs until finally they're teasing his balls, stroking gently along with my mouth.

"Hermione," he says so quietly I'm not sure I've even heard him. "Please...I can't take this..." And now Snape's the one begging for reprieve.

Snape is begging for reprieve! From me!

Oh, now this is one for the record books; Hogwarts: A History, it is possible to make Snape beg!

Ah, but as sweet as torturing him is, I can't resist that look on his face now, those dark eyes looking down at me filled with lust and desire. With one last swirl of my tongue I slide from him, resting back on my haunches.

He's on me in a second, lowering me to the bed, pinning me with his weight, capturing my mouth with his. His tongue demands entry, and I more than willingly give in to his request.

While his mouth works wonders on mine, I take some time to appreciate the feel of his body lying naked against mine. His skin is heated, firm, and slightly damp. His hands stroke my face, forearms pinning my shoulders to the bed. His erection presses into my thigh, his hips rolling against mine.

"So beautiful, Hermione," he murmurs against my lips.

His hips rise from the bed, repositioning himself between my legs. His erection presses against me, the heated, silken skin teasing at my sensitive spots. Then, reaching down between us, he takes himself in hand and slowly guides himself in.

Oh my.

Every nerve ending tingles, and I feel so full.

"Severus." His name leaves as a whisper from my lips, my head falling back on the pillow as I revel in the thrill wracking through my body.

He kisses my neck, inhaling deeply, the rush of air tickling my skin. This is too much but so good all at once.

Slowly he begins to move, sliding languidly from me, pushing gently back in. His slow pace allows me to feel every inch of him, every ridge, every pulsing vein. He was right, oh so right, sweet and sensual can be even better than quick and dirty.

I can feel my orgasm building as he continues to move. I'm not far now...not far at all....

He has pulled his head back from my neck to watch me. Framed by his dark hair, the harsh lines so often visible on his face have vanished. This Severus looks completely content, completely at ease. His eyes, though, are smouldering, heating my very core as he watches on. He is looking at me so intensely, as if he can read my mind.... I'm so close, Severus, so close...

"Severus." I don't scream his name, I murmur it against his skin as my muscles convulse, tightening around him, drawing him in deeper.

"Oh, Merlin. Hermione," my name is a whimper from his mouth, reverberating against my lips. I feel his body tense, feel him stiffen inside of me as he joins me.

Lying here afterwards he strokes my hair, nuzzles at my neck. I feel so relaxed, so at home with him.

"You know, I meant it," he says quietly against my skin.

"Meant what?" I ask through the fuzzy haze that has enveloped my mind.

He mutters something so softly I can't hear him.

"Sorry?"

He pauses for a moment, before lifting his head and looking right into my eyes.

"I... I do love you."

The End

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A/N: Massive thanks to my wonderful beta, Warty *smooch*

And thanks to all those who have reviewed in the past and waited patiently (and not so patiently!) for me to get my backside into gear and finish this!