When The Rain Falls

Usual disclaimer goes here, as well as another warning that Severus is very OOC here. I hope you enjoy whatever lemony freshness this installment may bring. As usual, Always is dedicated to inna_chy. Also a special thanks to Southern_Witch for all of her encouragement and wonderful comments! Please don't forget to review!

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CHAPTER 5: When The Rain Falls

Severus watched the summer rain falling against the window of his bedroom as the moonlight whispered through the curtains. He had always liked the sound of rain as a child; it was a comforting thing that brought to mind everything happy that had happened in his life. The scent of it was a different story. The clean, refreshing smell wafted through the slightly open window and wrapped around his senses, reminding him of the girl asleep in the next room. He had been living with her for four months now, and what he had said to her that afternoon was true. He worshiped her with every breath in his body and every beat of his heart.

He drew his knee up toward his chest and rested his chin on it as the rain let up. He could hear the wireless playing softly from Hermione's room over the quieting storm and smiled. She was beautiful when she slept, almost as beautiful as when she smiled, or when she laughed, or when she lay against him as he read to her. He saw her in his dreams, the way she used to be as well as the woman she had become. Groaning, Severus closed his eyes and let his mind drift away with the pattering rain.

The door of his bedroom creaked open, drawing him back to reality. He looked up to find Hermione leaning against the doorframe, her curls tousled with sleep. Smiling, Severus pushed his hair away from his face and stretched his legs out. "What are you doing up, love?"

Hermione smiled lazily at the sound of his voice and rested her head against the doorframe. "The rain woke me up. What about you?"

"I have yet to go to sleep," he replied, watching her carefully as she started to feel her way into his room. He climbed off of his bed and took her hand, leading her into the room. "I don't sleep much as it is."

Severus found it hard to hold back the grin that broke over his face as Hermione sank onto his bed and curled up comfortably. He walked around to the other side of the four-poster and stretched out beside her. Feeling the mattress dip with his weight, Hermione rolled over toward him and smiled as he pulled her into his arms. She could smell the rain falling outside the open window and thought of the day they had stood in the storm together.

"Do you mind if I stay for a while, Severus?" she asked quietly, pillowing her head on his shoulder.

He pulled her a bit closer and stroked her back with his palm. "If you'd like," he replied wrapping her in his arms and pulling her close. He watched the rain running down the window as Hermione's fingers traced little designs on his shirt and felt sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness.

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Severus jerked awake when he felt something remarkably soft wriggling against the burgeoning erection straining in his pants. His black eyes snapped open, his senses suddenly reeling with the scent of rainwater and jasmine and the feel of intoxicatingly soft curves against him. His mind ran in overdrive as he pieced together where he was and what had happened. The last thing Severus could remember was Hermione asking to stay. Now he found himself spooned against her, his rapidly hardening cock pressed against her arse.

He groaned and tried to pull himself away from her. He didn't think his pride could withstand Hermione's mortification at waking up to a severely aroused Severus Snape. Problem was, even though he tried to pry himself free of her, Hermione apparently refused to allow him to do so. She clasped on to his arms as they were wrapped around her and slipping her right leg between his to hook her foot behind his calf.

"Severus," she moaned softly, sounding as if she were dreaming. A frown etched across her face as he tried to pull away again. "Don't go, please." He stilled for a moment, unsure if he had heard her correctly, before relaxing against her and pulling her tighter against him.

Unable to resist the temptation presented to him, Severus nudged her curls aside and pressed gentle kisses to the back of her neck. Hermione sighed and stroked the hand that was splayed over her lower belly as the other slipped the thin strap of her nightgown off of her shoulder. His lips traced across her skin, caressing her flesh reverently with tender kisses. The most beautiful, soft sighs escaped her as Severus flexed his fingers against the wonderfully feminine swell of her belly as his other slipped over her ribs and teased the deliciously ripe underside of her breast.

Hermione moaned, low and long, sounding much like the purring of a very satisfied cat. His cock swelled even more at the sounds dripping from her lips. He nipped lightly at her warm flesh as he slid his thumb gently over her breast, her nipple peaking almost immediately. He cupped his hand around her full breast, testing its weight in his palm and basking in the hitch of her breath and the throaty moan that followed. Severus smiled against her skin and kissed his way to her ear. His hot breath tickled over her as he whispered, "Would you like me to stop?"

Hermione swallowed hard and tried to speak despite her panting breath. "No," she whispered, arching into him and pressing her breast further into his hand. "Please..."

Severus smirked, grasped a handful of her nightgown with the hand caressing her belly, and proceeded to pull it up over her thighs. "Please what, Hermione?" he asked, his voice deep and as rich as the finest chocolate. It worshiped her as it flowed over her tingling skin, sending a rush of feeling to the core of her.

The feel of his fingers flexing against her flesh as he pulled her nightgown higher robbed her of coherent thought. She was panting unashamedly now, one hand over each of his, guiding his movements. "Don't stop... fucking hell! Talk to me, Severus."

"About what?" he murmured. His fingers itched to delve into her folds, to feel the velvet of her slick opening clamp around him as he teased her up into a shattering orgasm.

"Anything," she moaned, writhing in his arms. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes at the pain that tightened her chest. She wanted to see him, to look in his eyes and see love, to see the way his fingers played over her body and how his raven hair stood out against her pale skin. She knew at that moment that she would give anything to be able to see his face again.

If Severus was surprised by her request, he didn't show it. He chuckled softly and kissed the skin behind her ear. "As you wish," he whispered throatily as he pulled away. Hermione whimpered at the loss of his warm touch and reached out, searching for him. "I'm here, love. Right here, you see," he murmured, rolling her gently onto her back. He let his hands roam down her arms and across her belly. "Do you like the feel of my hands on your skin, Hermione?"

"Mmm," she purred, reaching out to him. Severus leaned into her touch and allowed her to pull him down atop her. He braced himself on his forearms on each side of her head as she pulled him into a languid, lazy kiss. He stroked her hair as their tongues danced together, her fingers tracing over the thin cloth covering the sinewy muscles of his back.

Severus broke the kiss and returned to his position kneeling beside her. "My beautiful Hermione," he whispered, looking down on her with a mixture of love and rampaging lust. She made such a beautiful picture, splayed out on his bed looking deliciously wanton. He slipped his hands beneath her and pulled her into a sitting position. Severus guided her nightgown over her head and tossed it over his shoulder before capturing her lips with his once more. He eased her back onto the bed and stroked every inch of flesh he could reach.

When they finally parted for breath, Severus greedily took in the sight of her milky skin, her full breasts with their peaked nipples, and her shapely legs as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. "My lovely, beautiful Hermione. Do you know how beautiful I think you are? How much I love you, my wonderful, dearest girl?"

He leaned over to kiss the pulse point at the base of her throat before tracing his tongue down through the valley between her breasts. She hummed in delight and her fingers laced through his hair as it tickled over her skin. He took one nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over the turgid peak and feeling his pride balloon at the beautiful music he was eliciting from her. One hand slipped down her belly to trace the elastic of her knickers as he moved his attention to her other breast. Her hips writhed beneath his firm hand, lifting up from the mattress in search of more contact.

Severus planted soft kisses down her belly, nipping slightly at the flesh around her navel, inhaling her scent as he went. His hands stroked over the cloth of her knickers at her hips in silent question. "Do you want me to continue, love?" He pleaded to any deity that was listening that she did. He wasn't sure if he had the willpower to stop now.

Lifting her hips, Hermione smiled softly. "Yes," she whispered, the longing to see him warring with the lust fogging her brain. She sighed and shuddered as she felt his comforting hands slide her knickers down her legs. Her sigh turned into a breathy moan as he worshiped her legs with his lips, grazing her flesh with gentle, lingering kisses from her ankles to her hips. He carefully avoided the place where he most wanted to be, teasing her just a bit more before he gave in to them both.

She shifted her legs open wider and bit down on her lower lip as she felt his warm breath mingle with the heat radiating from her core. He smirked as his fingers traced over her swollen lips before teasing her open. Severus flicked his tongue teasingly against her, drawing her taste into his mouth. Hermione bucked against him so that he had to wrap his arms around her thighs to hold her still. He tortured her with his tongue, slipping into her opening and then lapping up to her clit before sucking and laving it with fervor. Severus closed his eyes and let her panting, incoherent mumbling wash over him and urge him on. Her legs tensed as her hips arched from the bed as much as they could, a barely intelligible chant of oh, god, oh, god, oh, god filling the room as she spiraled upwards on the tension pooling where Severus' lips touched her. It coiled tightly in the pit of her stomach, where it settled for a split second that stretched into an eternity, before it exploded in a rush of warmth and sensation that spread over her.

His cock straining toward her painfully, Severus slid from the bed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He dropped his pants and boxers to the floor as he watched her reveling in post-orgasmic bliss, a pleased smile on her lips, her honey and cinnamon eyes closed, and her fingers flexing lightly over her belly. He groaned as he crawled back onto the bed and settled between her splayed thighs. He could still feel the heat radiating from her and the wetness that had gushed from her opening to soak the bed sheets beneath her. Bracing himself on his forearms, Severus drew her into a needy, fevered kiss as he flexed his hips against hers. He swallowed her groan and reached between them to position himself at her entrance, her juices coating his cock. Fleetingly, he wished that she wasn't blind, that he could look into her eyes and see the emotions raging in their depths.

"Holy fucking hell," he groaned as he pushed forward, sinking into her until he was buried to the hilt. He held himself still for a long moment, feeling the velvet softness of her walls encasing him, the warmth of her breath on his face, the comfort of her curves beneath him. She hooked her legs over his hips in silent pleading.

She hissed as he pulled out of her slowly before slamming back into her. He repeated the motion until she lifting her hips up to meet his thrust, drawing him in deeper and allowing him to hit that sinfully sweet spot within her. They quickly set a rhythm until all that could be heard was the panting of their breath, the slap of skin on skin, and the rhythmic squeaking of the mattress. Hermione pulled him down into a searing kiss and moaned into his mouth as the angle caused him to hit her swollen clit with his pelvis each time he thrust.

He felt her orgasm build and knew his own wasn't far behind. His thrusts became deeper, all rhythm lost as they both raced toward completion. Hermione pulled away from his kiss, her body arching against his, her head thrown back against the pillows as her muscles fluttered and clamped down on his swollen cock. She cried out his name as he thrust through her orgasm, his bollocks tightening. He kissed her throat and sucked gently at the crook of her neck as he came inside her.

Collapsing atop her, Severus kissed her lazily as their breathing slowed. "My Hermione," he whispered, stroking her hair. He rolled off of her and, pulling the covers out from underneath them, drew her against him.

"Severus," she whispered, curling up at his side. At his grunted response, she smiled and said, "You won't leave me, will you, Severus?"

His chest tightened momentarily as he kissed the top of her head sweetly. "Never, my love. I think I'd die if I did."

With that, they drifted off into a peaceful sleep as the rain began to fall.

Notes From The Mistress: I'm sorry to anyone who is a bit tired of the rain; I just can't seem to get away from it. Apparently London is having some rough weather lately. At least things are looking up! Cheers!