7. Only Waiting for this Moment to Arise (Tarah Fae)

Chapter Seven:

by Tarah Fae

Disclaimer: JKR owns the rights to anything you recognize in this fic. I wish I did, but alas! Life is like a box of Bertie Bott's. Sometimes you get chocolate fudge, sometimes you get earwax.

AN: HAH! Didn't expect to see me here, did you? I took over from Jade who is taking a break. This is my first foray into the hot, damp jungle that is literary lemons, so I hope I will not disappoint. My unending gratitude goes to my beta, Tevildo, for all his input and vast stores of trivia (it is good to have a male beta at times *wink*). If you're looking for plot, go to one of the previous chapters – you will only find wall-to-wall smut in this chapter. Any complaints? *quirks eyebrow* Good.

The planks boarding up the doorway splintered as Severus blasted them away. Hermione had been surprised when he steered her down the right fork in the road just before Hogsmeade station. His hand had been tightly around her upper arm as if he was afraid that she might come to her senses and run away screaming. Escape was the very last thing on her mind. The renewed throbbing between her legs when he, pinning her with that smoky gaze, had offered one of his graceful hands to lead her into the Shrieking Shack, had reinforced her desire.

He had never thought that he would seek out this place, but on this day it was close, it was empty and it was as discreet a location as he could hope for. His erection had flagged a bit on the brisk walk over here, some of the blood that had been devoted to his lust finally being diverted to his brain again.

What the hell was he doing? She was a student! But Albus had practically signed a consent form by giving them those tickets. She was just a little girl! But she responded like a queen in heat... would she yowl as he sank himself into her? He shivered at the thought, his cock hardening again. She could definitely be trained. She had undeniable potenti-... What was he thinking! She couldn't possibly want this. She was just confused, swept up by the excitement of the game and the near miss. She...

His brain stopped functioning as she pressed her body against his in the gloom of the dilapidated building, pulled his face down to hers and, inexpertly but enthusiastically, kissed him. He stumbled forward, steering her further into the murky room, his lips leaving hers just long enough to mutter "Reparo" over his shoulder. All evidence of their passing was obliterated as the planking magically sprang back together, bearing nothing but a few scorch marks from his previous spell.

Severus knew they wouldn't make it up the stairs. There was nothing up there but a musty old bed anyway. No... it would be much better down here, their cloaks would certainly be sufficient.

The couple drifted across the room and bumped into the cold hearth before stopping, like a helium balloon that had found the corner of the room. Severus grabbed onto the ledge behind Hermione's neck, wrapping his other arm tightly around her middle, his large hand splayed across her arse and pressing her hips closer to his. She willingly ground against him, her hands tightly holding onto the front of his robes as if she were afraid her legs would give out, eliciting moans from him and echoing them back into his mouth.

Their mouths devoured each other savagely. The taste of her mouth and the feel of her tongue enticingly slithering against his intoxicated him. Breath was rasping in their throats, neither wanting to break the kiss to come up for air. On the contrary, he knew if she stopped kissing him, he would surely suffocate – her breath the only air his lungs would accept until the day he died.

Her hands were working at the buttons of his frockcoat now, but he could feel them trembling against his chest. Was she afraid of him? Was she nervous about the implications of what they were doing? Was she... inexperienced? Oh Merlin... would he be her first? A jolt ran from his belly straight into his already painfully-hard cock.

Hermione was surprised when his urgency dissolved into slow, languid kisses. His tongue which had, moments before, been sparring with her own, now teased and stroked hers, luring it out with tentative touches, dancing around it like a matador – always there, but never allowing himself to be pinned. Her breath caught in her throat and she could feel him smiling against her lips at her reaction.

Then he was pulling away. For a brief moment, she was afraid that she had done something wrong, until she saw the faint smile still playing over his lips, now slightly swollen from their kissing. He took one step back, making a great show of unclasping his cloak and then spreading it over the hearthrug. His eyes were back on hers now, burning with intensity, as he slowly unwound his scarf, her scarf, from around his neck.

He was twining its ends around his hands before he took half a step forward again and slipped the makeshift lasso around her waist. He began reeling her in – winding more and more of the scarf around his hands. All she could do was dumbly move forward, until she was pressed against his body again.

She shivered when she felt his hot breath on her neck. "Miss Granger," he purred in her ear. "Do you understand what I want to do to you?" He tugged lightly on the scarf, pressing her more firmly against his evident arousal for a brief moment. "Do you know what you are getting into?"

She nodded. The warm scent of crushed herbs wafted from his unbuttoned collar. She inhaled, taking the earthy essence that seemed to personify this man deep into herself. She understood what he wanted – she wanted it too. The thought made her groan softly, the groan rising in volume as he nibbled on her earlobe. Oh gods... how she wanted it.

She looked so enticing... a faint blush on her cheeks and neck, her eyes demurely downcast for now, her lips glistening. Goosebumps raised on her skin when he dragged his fingers lightly up her arm to her elbow. "You are cold," he murmured. "Incendio." A fire roared to life in the empty grate, casting flickering shadows on the walls. She had turned her face away, looking at the fire. This would not do...

A light touch on her chin brought her eyes back to his. His fingertips shifted, tilting her face upwards; he leaned in to once more brush his lips against hers. She shivered as his fingers trailed their feather-light touch from her jaw, following the pulse in her neck, coming to rest on the first clasp of her robes. She gasped when a deft flick brought the still-cool air of the room against her heated skin.

That smile against her lips again.

The nimble fingers began an excruciating stop-start journey down the front of her robes – undoing each clasp and then exploring the newly exposed skin with a cool touch for a few moments. Her aching desire had grown with each clasp and she didn't protest when her robes were finally peeled away from her body, violently shaking the sleeves off her arms, allowing the garment to fall in a careless heap on the dusty floor, only her underwear remaining.

Who knew that wizarding robes would be such an excellent wardrobe choice on this day? She had only worn them because she had wanted to appease him. He seemed very appeased when the gentle pressure of his hand on her shoulder turned her slightly toward the flickering light of the fire. Smouldering black eyes raked every inch of her exposed skin, his touch darting here and there to trace over freckles, but shunning her undergarments.

Her skin was pale, not a sickly pale like his, but a warm peaches-and-cream that looked utterly edible. His lips descended to test his theory, his tongue swirling along her collarbone. She inhaled sharply, grabbing at his half unbuttoned coat.

He was overdressed for the occasion. Pressing a kiss to each palm of her hands as he removed them from his clothes, he quickly undid the rest of the buttons with a speed and dexterity that amazed her. Granted, doing this every day for the past thirty years of his life had made him quite skilled at it.

The coat was flung aside, followed by a crisp white shirt moments later. He hadn't bothered with its buttons, just pulling it off over his head. He noticed that she was staring at him now – he kept still obligingly, giving her time to take him in, and then, when the tension in her shoulders had lessened, he caught her hand and pressed the palm against his bare chest.

She was ashamed to admit that she thought he would be cold to the touch – his fingers were so cool and sure, but his body, dear gods... his body was almost feverish. She could feel his wiry muscles rippling in anticipation as she explored his chest. It was nearly smooth, only a few dark hairs marred the pale skin. Her hands roamed everywhere – from his broad scarred shoulders, over his flat nipples (that made him hiss in appreciation) and down to his cinched waist.

In a moment of Gryffindor recklessness, she traced the dark line of hair on his abdomen down to the waistband of his trousers. His hand flashed forward like a cobra striking. "If you are going to do that," he growled, his breath stirring the curls against her neck as he leant closer, "do it properly."

He pulled back and placed her hands on the fastenings of his trousers, smirking in silent challenge at her. He was sure no Gryffindor would shrink back from that. He was right. There was a moment of hesitation, but then her chin jutted out in defiance.

Insufferable man! He was teasing her. Or was this a test? Well, if she was going to have to unwrap her gift herself, so be it. None too gently, she jerked the two ends of his waistband together to undo the hook at the top. She was about to yank the zipper down when he grabbed her wrist again.

"Careful now. I would be most displeased if anything got caught."

She froze... he wasn't.... A quick glance down confirmed it. A tangle of dark pubic hair was visible from the half-undone zipper, a hint of skin just under it. She swallowed nervously. He wasn't wearing any underwear. She let go of the zipper as if scalded.

"So much for Gryffindor courage," he sneered, but there wasn't any hint of malice in the words, just amusement.

He hissed in surprise when he felt her cool hand slip into his trousers to wrap around the base of his cock. A groan was her reward when she squeezed lightly. The little minx smirked at him. With a low growl, he crushed her to him, his mouth hungrily devouring her mouth, her neck, her shoulders.

"I suggest we get more... comfortable," he said huskily as he came up for air. He kicked off his boots, groaning at his sudden lack of coordination – there was just no way of erotically removing one's shoes. His trousers were another matter entirely. Catching her eye, he stretched the waistband of his trousers away from his body, feeling his erection become free. Using just his fingernail, he slowly pulled down his zipper, then let his trousers drop over his narrow hips, stepping out of the pool of material.

She had been giggling as she followed suit, toeing off her sandals. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him – he was completely naked but didn't seem ashamed about it, the arrogant tilt of his hips as he displayed himself for her attesting to that. He certainly didn't have anything to be ashamed of, she thought, her tongue unconsciously tracing her bottom lip, her eyes riveted to his crotch.

He sank down onto his cloak, extending a graceful hand out in invitation. She gulped nervously, but placed a trembling hand into his, allowing herself to be pulled down to the floor. He eased her back onto the cloak, stroking his hand soothingly over her ribs and the dip of her waist. Her eyes were large, near-panic in their depths.

Damn... she was flustered, more than he had bargained on. He had just wanted to tilt her a bit off balance, but she looked almost ready to back out. Reaching out for her, he tried to kiss her doubts away, his hands stroking over and down her smooth back to her behind. Slowly he kneaded the taut flesh, trying to control the urge to thrust his erection against her stomach. Finally her hands snaked up his back and into his hair. She was moaning softly again, her tongue teasing his in a most delightful way. Now or never...

The muscles in her back tensed when he fingered the clasp to her bra, but she didn't move away while he worked to free the ends. She was blushing prettily when he slid his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, taking the bra with them. She brought her arms up to cover herself, but he would not let her.

Her breasts were full, but not large, topped by delicate pink nipples that were contracting in a most inviting way. "So lovely," he murmured, testing the weight of one breast in his hand before dipping his head to lick at the nipple. Rolling her onto her back, he hovered over her alternately sucking, kissing and lapping at her, his mouth exploring her neck, her chest, her breasts.

She was arching up to his mouth when he slid his fingers under the waistband of her knickers on her hip. His hand glided over her hip, his fingers digging into the flesh again. Her arse was so heavenly... so pliant and firm. She whimpered when his fingers slipped between her cheeks and dipped into her dripping heat from behind. His cock twitched violently in response.

"Gods, girl... so wet," he managed to choke out as he slowly pumped two fingers into her up to the first knuckle. She was mewling and squirming against him, her face flushed.

It took a few moments before he realized she was actually speaking – no, chanting – identifiable words. "What was that, my love?" he murmured, his ear close to her panting mouth.

Her body was on fire, his fingers driving her to distraction, she only wanted one thing and she knew he would give it to her. That voice... that velvety purr reached her ears, working in tandem with those talented fingers, stroking her in unreachable places, making her world spin in a kaleidoscope of pleasure.

"Off..." she panted. He was taken aback, but smiled ferally when she weakly pushed at the waistband of her knickers. "Off... please... more..." she begged.

He fairly ripped the offending piece of material off her shapely legs, dragging an appreciative hand back up along their curves and propping one leg up on his hip. It felt like his cock was lurching toward the wet heat emanating from so close by. Groaning, he tried to gather his self-control around him. He wanted to be easy, wanted her to enjoy this, he had to control himself for a little while longer and then ecstasy would be his.

He yelped in surprise when he was rolled onto his back, the young woman poised over his hips. With an impatient growl she steadied his throbbing cock and impaled herself fully onto it.

Both bodies froze, their faces contorted in pain.

Oh gods! It had been too long since he had been with a woman. She was like molten lava inside, the intense heat on his over-sensitized cock almost unbearable. Digging his fingers into her hips to keep her still, he gulped in a few lungfuls of air, trying desperately not to come right away.

She didn't think it would be like this. She hadn't wanted to be a passive bystander when she lost her virginity. The brief moment of pain she experienced as her maidenhead tore was ebbing away, but the pressure inside her was almost too much. She slumped forward, bracing her hands against his chest, whimpering softly.

Each slight movement drove him insane with need. She had to keep still if she wanted him to help her forget the unpleasantness. He pulled her down to him and stroked his hands over her body, more to calm himself than her.

He rolled her gently, reversing their positions. Her eyes were dark with pain, a suspicious glitter of moisture on her eyelashes. He kissed her – once, twice, three times – gently and undemanding. He felt the vice grip around his cock relax a little and flexed his hips experimentally.

Hands clutched as his shoulders as a whimper was torn from her throat. He grunted as she tightened around him again.

"Love... I need you to relax... I promise I can make you feel unimaginable pleasure," he breathed huskily into her ear, his tongue snaking out to lave at the tender spot behind it. She shivered then nodded.

Slowly he began to move, only a little at first, stretching her to accommodate him better. He felt a pang of guilt each time he heard her bite back a cry. Patiently he worked, slowing down if he felt her tense up again. He murmured into her ear, soothing her with his voice.

And then... it happened. As he was easing himself back in, she lifted her hips to meet his thrust, a groan of pleasure accompanying the movement. Her eyes were glazed over in lust, her luscious lips parted and panting their soft litany of encouragement once again.

"Faster... faster..."

Moaning, he sped up, relieved at finally being given free rein. He crushed her mouth with his, his tongue penetrating her as roughly as his cock was. Her hands were scrabbling at his chest, arms and shoulders – no doubt adding to his collection of scars.

He had started his own worshipping refrain as he hammered into her willing flesh. "So tight... gods...! So wet and hot... can barely... stand it!"

Her legs wrapped around his hips of their own volition, pressing her engorged nub up against the pounding of his pubic bone. A familiar tingle was starting to build in the pit of her stomach, but comparing this burgeoning orgasm to anything she had ever achieved on her own before would be to compare a busker with pennywhistle to a full orchestra. All coherent thought fled her mind when his fingers roughly pinched her clit.

She was yowling as if she had been dunked in boiling water. He howled in something akin to agony when her velvet grip clamped down around him, the sensation fluttering down the length of his cock in waves of excruciating bliss. Jerking his hips forward convulsively, he came, his seed feeling impossibly hot even in comparison to the burning flesh that grabbed at him. His body took over, his mind oblivious to all but the woman writhing in wanton pleasure under him. He buried his face in her neck, riding out the tidal wave of emotion.

She gasped as she felt him pulsing inside her. He was groaning into her neck as if in pain – one hand clutching at her shoulder, the other at her thigh, using the grip as leverage to push himself even deeper. His intensity overwhelmed her and she wrapped her arms around him, gripping him tightly to her.

He didn't know whether he had blacked out, but when his senses returned to him, her cool touch was stroking over his back and he became keenly aware of the ache in his knees. He groaned, and, after gently unwinding one of her legs from around him, he rolled them both over onto their sides. He was too bloody old for making love on hard wooden floors.

Severus winced as he extricated his softening cock from her still grasping wetness, his seed now luxuriously cool against his flesh, stifling her gasp with a reverent kiss. He was feeling so utterly spent and tender, so complete and at peace with the world. He gathered her small body to his chest, cradling her head on his shoulder, tracing the curve of her chest, the dip of her waist and the swell of her hip with his free hand, smiling as she twitched in response to ticklish areas.

They must have dozed off, because when Hermione next opened her eyes, his breath was rumbling deeply and evenly against her ear. She propped herself up on one elbow, inspecting his features. She didn't think that anyone had ever seen him like this – totally unguarded, no front, no façade, no pretence. He looked so much younger when he wasn't scowling. That boyish flush on his cheeks also helped immensely, she thought to herself, grinning. She reached out to cup his cheek, his stubble prickling her palm, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as he stirred.

Her hair was tousled and trailed over her shoulder to tickle his chest. Her hand was drawing lazy circles against his skin, a faint smile on her lips, her eyes twinkling. Severus decided that he could definitely get used to waking up to this for the remaining mornings of his life. Bringing her hand up to his mouth, he nibbled at her palm before planting a gentle kiss on its centre. "What are you thinking, you little minx?" he murmured.

Hermione giggled. "You know... in all the romance novels I've ever read, the heroine says 'That was amazing!' at this point in the plot. I know what they mean now."

"Indeed," he chuckled. His laughter ended in a sharp grunt when she fondled his tender penis. Gently removing her hand, he groaned, "Gods, woman... I am not as young as I used to be. Give me time to recuperate."

The small pout on her lips dissolved into a slow smile that raised goosebumps on his arms. Extending her hand over his flaccid member, she said in a loud and authoritative voice, "UP!" They both burst out laughing at the ridiculousness.

The laughter died on their lips as his cock obligingly twitched and started ascending towards her palm, blood rushing to Severus' groin to meet the sudden demand. He flinched as the sensitive flesh swelled out.

"Sweet Merlin..." he moaned, "We might get you on a broom yet."

She slung a leg over his hips, leaning down to nibble at his jaw. "I think I prefer riding this," she said coyly, watching his reaction from under her eyelashes as she rubbed against the smooth head of his erection.

He couldn't agree more.

Tarah Fae on

[The Petulant Poetess]

Blackbird

by The Beatles

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly

Into the light of dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly

Into the light of dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.