75- Consummation

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Author's Note: I know it's been a while once again, but things have kept me busy. As always, check out my Livejournal ( http://pern-dragon.livejournal.com/ ) to see what's been going on with me. Azkatraz was amazing (my Epic Vacation of Awesomeness!) and I can't wait till next year for Infinitus. Hope you lot can make it to Orlando to play with us! Anyway, the usual mad props to Beta-Git (tm) Ladyofthemasque, and profound gratitude to all of you who read/review/email me... You make me so happy. :) Here we come to the long-awaited consummation. Hope you enjoy! *hugs*

Chapter 75- Consummation

They appeared in the living room again, but Hermione didn't release Snape right away. Even after he ended the concealment charm, she stood there, face buried against Snape's chest and arms tight around his waist. Snape gently brushed his hand over her hair, again and again, until she finally backed away.

Her face was wet from the tears that had silently leaked from beneath her closed lids. Snape copied Dione's actions and tenderly wiped her face, drying his hands on his robes. Hermione looked utterly woebegone, but she was quiet. Snape realized that she was deeply affected, since she seemed beyond speech.

Glancing around, he noticed that the baggage was all still stacked haphazardly around the living room. With a deft flick of his wand, he sent them all flying in a line upstairs to land in their appropriate rooms. Then, another swish toward the kitchen had the kettle popping out of the cupboard to drop onto the stove. A murmured spell or two, and the kettle was heating cocoa for Hermione.

Hermione merely watched the dance of luggage and kitchen utensils through doorways. Her lower lip still trembled. Snape had a mug of cocoa soaring toward them even as he led her to sit on the couch. She sank down listlessly, and he proffered the cocoa.

"Here, love. Have a bit of this. It will help you feel better."

She complied, eyes unfocused and still glassy. When he had made certain that she was drinking, Snape Summoned a mug for himself. The hot beverage was soothing and helped to ease the knot of anxiety in his centre.

In an attempt to rouse her from her morose state, he murmured, "It's not tea, but still acceptable."

She looked at him blankly, and didn't seem to process his meaning until he flashed a faint smirk at the mugs. Then, when she realized his quip, she shook herself, one corner of her mouth quirking in recognition. But her expression clouded again as she said, in a small voice, "I don't remember ever making my dad cry before."

Snape set his mug down on the side table and twisted to face her, one hand caressing her hair and the other cupping her knee. "It'll all work out."

She shook her head and said, "I mean, I thought he might cry in happiness...like at my wedding or something...but I never thought I'd make him cry in sadness."

Snape drew in a deep breath and said, "I daresay that if he were to cry at your wedding, it would be in both happiness and sadness. Sadness that you've grown up. Well, you saw that part tonight. Let's hope that, in time, he will only ever cry in happiness for you."

Hermione took another pensive sip of cocoa. Her eyes closed, and she sighed into the mug, sending steam to bathe her face. When she lowered the mug and opened her eyes again, Snape could see that she had regained some measure of equilibrium. She met his gaze and her expression softened.

"Thank you, Severus. You're right. The cocoa helped." She offered him a watery smile and reached out to caress his cheek. Snape turned his head to kiss at her fingers and she smiled more. "You look tired, love."

Snape snorted. "That would be because I am." He cut a sardonic glance at her and added, "It's been a rather busy day."

Hermione chuckled and wrinkled her nose at his comment. "Well, I think I could use some sleep too."

Snape stood and offered a hand, pulling her up when she clasped it. "Then let's to bed."

He led her up the stairs to the master bedroom, their bags piled neatly against the wall. The large bed dominated the back wall, its carved oak headboard and footboard complemented by the duvet in varied shades of earth tones, from pale sand to deep browns. The carpet under their feet was a warm golden tan, and the walls were a few shades lighter, with darker brown baseboards and door frames. The lamps on the matching nightstands on either side of the bed bore golden-tinged shades, with faint designs picked out in hues of caramel and chocolate. Taken as a whole, it was as successful a blend of both of their preferences as the ring was a mixture of qualities representing each of them. Snape had made sure that their sanctuary would be as comforting as possible, bearing the colours they both liked "to live with" most.

As soon as they entered, though, Hermione stopped dead. Snape turned to look at her, curious about her abrupt stop.

Her eyes were wide, and she was gazing about the room in a sort of dazed wonder. At Snape's concerned expression, she murmured, "It's our room. Really ours."

Snape understood how overwhelming it was, now that it was finally real. His expression softened and he smiled as he closed the distance between them again. "It is. Just as this house is ours, and the furniture is ours, and our life is ours."

A faint flush began creeping up Hermione's throat as she stared up at him. Her eyes lit up with the joy of it all, and Snape felt the wild, delirious rush of delighted love suffusing him with warmth. Hermione leant closer, and he obliged her by pinning her with a deep, devoted kiss.

She may have been tired and overwrought, but the fire chasing through her limbs at the fierce happiness of their home together and the freedom to love each other made her suddenly dizzy with awakened need.

The kiss was the catalyst to their second wind. Energy surged forth, arcing between them like electricity. When they broke apart, they were both flushed and breathing heavily. Hermione rasped, "Unpacking can wait. There are more important things to be done now." Snape's breath caught, and he nodded slowly in profound agreement.

Lifting her ring-clad hand to his lips for another gentle kiss, Snape whispered, "Welcome home, Hermione."

Then, lips curling in a faint smile full of promise, he stepped backward, tugging her to the bed. When his legs hit the edge, he sank down, pulling her between his knees and tipping his face up to kiss her again. Deft fingers began easing her clothes off, and when she was left in only her bra and knickers, she pulled her brain from its fog of pleasure and lust and grabbed his hands, snapping her narrowed eyes to his. His brows rose in question at the abrupt move.

"You're not going to pull some stunt and make me wait any longer, are you?" Her voice was husky but a thread of peevishness wormed through.

Snape blinked, not following her train of thought. Eyeing her in confusion, he said, "I'm not sure what you mean."

She released his hands and reached forward to undo his robes as she said, "We've waited all this time, until I was out of school. You're not going to try some noble gesture and say we should wait until we're married now, are you?" She waved her left hand at him, tilting her head at the ring. His eyes widened in comprehension and she repeated, "You're not, right?"

The surge in his groin sent a tingle rushing through him, and his brows lowered again, hooding his eyes with wicked intent. His lips spread in a smirk. His hands swept up to her shoulders, gripping the bra straps and yanking them down her arms in an urgent gesture, trapping her arms along her sides and baring her breasts all at once.

"No."

The deep, sensual purr of his answer sent a jolt to her core, and her nipples tightened in response to the sound and the cooler air. Her expression went from "thank the gods" to bliss as he crushed her to him, dipping his head to capture one nipple, suckling as his hands busied themselves behind her to divest her of her bra. As soon as her arms were free again, she returned her attention to his robes, backing away enough to shove and wrench at the offending garment, scowling her frustration that it wasn't off yet.

Impatient with her manhandling, as it impeded his ability to manhandle her, he shot to his feet and squirmed out of his robes, tearing at the placket of his trousers as he stepped out of the pooled fabric. Hermione edged back, eyes hungry as she watched him undress. Snape fell back onto the bed again, lifting his feet to pull off his boots, but he got tangled in the wrinkled pile of robes and kicked, muttering oaths as he fought to get his foot out of the cloth.

Hermione grinned, biting her lip to suppress a giggle at his plight. More interested in getting him naked than in taking the mickey at his predicament, she dropped to her knees and extricated him from the robes, tossing them to one side. Then, she grabbed one boot and pulled while he tugged the other one off. As she threw the boots behind her, he stripped off his socks and began undoing his shirt buttons. Hermione got to her feet and pulled him up, interrupting him so she could take over. Dragging the shirt over his shoulders and down his back, she bent low, eyeing the damp spot at the apex of his tented shorts.

Straightening, she cast a lusty glance at Snape, and he smirked back. They embraced again, kissing deeply, each left only in their underwear. Strong hands snaked down her back and slipped beneath the waistband of her knickers, pushing them down. An appreciative coo was muffled by his lips against hers. She followed his lead and pinched the white cotton between her fingers, tugging gently until his cock sprang free of its confines, bouncing against her belly as he moved his legs to let the shorts drop to his ankles.

Stepping out of them, Snape sank onto the bed again, gaze smouldering as he eased her knickers down her thighs, watching as they peeled away from her mound, already damp with her excitement. Hermione stepped out of the clingy fabric, kicking them to the side to join the rest of the discarded clothing before pinning Snape with a fierce look and shoving forward so he fell back. His cock bobbed toward the ceiling as she straddled his legs and climbed onto the edge of the bed, hovering over him in a predatory fashion.

Her voice was thick with need as she said, "I've been wanting this for so long now..."

Snape sucked in a breath and voiced a guttural groan in agreement, reaching up to grip her waist and direct her to one side. She rolled onto her hip, hooking her foot around his leg and pulling him with her. They were on their sides, but their legs were still hanging half off the bed. Snape writhed to a sitting position, then turned and crawled up the mattress toward the headboard. Hermione followed him a beat later.

They settled fully on the bed, once again entwining themselves and kissing, his cock trapped between them and smearing their bellies with moisture. After several moments of heated snogging and groping, Snape rolled forward, pressing Hermione onto her back. He held himself up on his knees and elbows, his fingers tangling in her hair, her legs loosely wrapped around his hips.

Pulling away to look into her eyes, he spared a fleeting thought of thanks that his hair was still held enough by the remaining pomade to keep it from falling lankly into his face. He wanted no interference to their communion.

Hermione gazed up at him, highly conscious of his erection pulsing and bouncing against her mound. All he had to do was back away, tilt his hips, and he could bury himself within her. Her heart raced at the thought.

After a long moment of searching her eyes for her true feelings, Snape whispered a querying, "Hermione?"

She knew he was just making sure that she was really ready, and she deliberately tightened her legs around him, angling her feet along the backs of his thighs and urging him to close the distance between them. In case her actions weren't confirmation enough, she murmured, "Yes."

Snape's eyes closed and he drew in a deep breath, trying to control the wild urge to plunge in recklessly. Easing back, he rocked his hips, sliding the head of his cock along her slick curls, slipping between her lips as he dipped lower. The blissful damp heat enveloped him as he stopped at her entrance, and he held his breath for a beat until he was certain he was as ready as she was.

Hermione shifted her legs again, taking a deep breath, watching Snape intently. She knew she was trembling in both anticipation and apprehension, but the fervent desire to finally be one with him sent tingles of delight through her at the sensation of his soft-yet-hard length poised to delve deep.

Snape leant down and stopped a hairsbreadth from her lips, sharing her breath, drowning in the dilated pupils of her eyes. Ever so slowly, he pressed forward, driving himself into her. As each centimetre sank in, Hermione's breath hitched more and more, and he felt her body tensing beneath him. Stopping his pursuit, he closed in for a gentle kiss, soothing her and leading her to relax again.

When her breath soughed out in a faint moan, he continued his advance. He could feel the tremors in her muscles, and he realized that he was shaking too. The rigid control he was exerting in his attempt to not unduly hurt her, coupled with the deliriously exquisite feel of her clutching heat, had him trembling.

Hermione recognised the difference between the wax replica and the real thing immediately. The real thing was infinitely better. The velvety soft feel of his skin was much more inviting than the hard wax, and although it felt as if steel were under that smooth exterior, his cock still had more give to it than the dildo, hard as he was. However, the one thing that remained the same was the sensation of fullness and the stinging, stretching feeling as the full size of him sank in deep.

Snape continued his inexorable progress, repeatedly drawing her into sensual kisses, until he felt his body come flush against hers, his erection completely encompassed within her. Hermione hissed faintly as the larger base of his cock stretched her even further, adding to the distracting burn. Snape stilled again, waiting for her to get used to the feeling. He lifted his head, backing away so they could see each other clearly.

A small frown marred her brow as she struggled to dispel the irritating sensation, trying instead to focus on the pleasantly full feeling and the vaguely promising jolts from deep within as she flexed her inner muscles in an attempt at accommodation.

Snape's eyes rolled back and he uttered a shocked groan as she clamped down on him, making her brows rise in surprised interest. When he blinked dazedly at her, doggedly persisting in not responding to that intimate caress by thrusting savagely, she smirked and did it again, biting her lip to suppress the wicked giggle that wanted to surface as he grimaced and gasped at her clenching.

His voice was a strained rasp as he said, "In the name of all that is decent and holy, Hermione, don't do that!"

Mischief coloured her voice as she lilted, "Why not? Don't you like it?"

Snape pinned her with a black warning look and growled, "'Like' is too weak a word..."

She quirked one eyebrow and said, "Then why should I stop?"

He dropped down, his mouth by her ear and his chest on hers as he hissed, "Because I don't know how long I can control myself if you keep it up, and I don't want to hurt you."

Her breath hitched, and the jolt of excitement that raced over her made her squeeze him involuntarily. A low groan burst from him and his hips twitched, grinding him into her.

That set off an explosive sequence of events.

Hermione voiced a startled cry that quickly turned into an approving coo as Snape's thrust rubbed his cock against what she immediately decided was her favourite spot for erotic pleasure.

Snape's reactive movement, pressing deeper and sliding back out of her maddeningly tight cunt, flooded his body and brain with an overwhelming need to do that again.

A rumbling groan welled up as his hands gripped her hair and his head dropped to the pillow, his breath hot against her neck as he continued thrusting, each stroke backing out further before plunging back in.

Hermione gasped, taken aback by the suddenness of his onslaught and the warring sensations of "yee-ouch" and "wow." Her hands scrabbled down his back and her nails dug into his flexing buttock muscles...whether in caution or encouragement, she couldn't quite decide.

The rapturous joy of finally joining with Hermione, of actually knowing how glorious her pussy felt wrapped around his cock, fuelled Snape's passion, and his thrusts became wilder and rougher, pistoning faster.

Hermione kept sucking in sharp breaths every time he plunged into her, struggling to focus on the delicious jolts from within and the sizzling tingles every time he ground against her clit and not the burning ache at the outer edge of her entrance. If only he could keep stimulating her clit without delving so uncomfortably deep to do so... Realizing that she should be letting herself go, enjoying their consummation, she guiltily tried to shut her brain down from analyzing how their encounter could be better for her.

Snape, on the other hand, was nearly insensate to anything but the extreme pleasure of filling her with his cock as much as his heart was filled with love. He heard her repeated gasps and didn't think they meant anything untoward...but then again, his brain was no longer functioning at a higher level. The feel of her fingers scratching his buttocks led him to believe she was trying to pull him in deeper, and he gladly obliged.

Just as she had done when he had first sunk into her, Hermione tried tightening her muscles in an attempt to assuage the irritating feeling of too-much. A ragged groan burst from Snape's lips and his rhythm faltered, his movements growing more erratic.

Hoarse panting punctuated his speech as he said, "Oh gods... yes... Hermione... gods yes... do it again... ohhhh... yessss..."

Hermione smirked at her apparent influence and squeezed again, a low purring moan welling up from her throat. Snape's hips slammed forward and his head tilted back, eyes screwed shut and mouth open. His body bucked and shuddered, convulsing in time with his roar of ecstasy, and Hermione's eyes widened in wonder at the realization that he was coming...in her...hard.

His head fell forward again, and he flexed his hips a few times, more shallowly each stroke. Hermione felt the slippery warmth of his come as it trickled out around his softening cock, and a rush of feminine power and accomplishment ambushed her. She had done that. She, her body, had driven him to the peak of sensual pleasure, and she enjoyed the rush.

Snape slowly regained his mental faculties, and with them came the disquieting realization that, while he had just had one of the best orgasms of his life, Hermione had not. Guilt and embarrassment writhed within him, and he hesitantly pulled back, afraid of the resentment he felt sure he would see on Hermione's face. His anxious grimace smoothed into a look of surprise when he saw Hermione grinning at him, her whole attitude beatific.

Hermione noted his bewildered expression and smirked. "What's wrong? Can't a girl revel in her sensual talent?"

Snape's mouth opened, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat and blinked. "Of course. I just... wasn't expecting to find you 'revelling'."

Hermione's grin faded into a furrowed brow of puzzlement. "Why not?"

Snape ground his teeth and muttered, "Considering our venture was not a success for you..."

Hermione actually shook her head in astonishment before retorting, "Not a success? What are you talking about?"

Snape carefully disengaged his flaccid cock from her and rolled to one side. Hermione instinctively squeezed her legs shut at the sensation of liquid trickling along her pussy lips. Snape heaved a deep breath and said, "Clearly, I reached climax. You did not. Therefore: not a successful endeavour. I'm sorry."

Hermione squirmed up onto one arm and twisted to face him, even though he wouldn't meet her eyes. "Severus, you don't understand how amazing that made me feel...even if I didn't have an orgasm. This time. We were finally together, and I've never felt as powerful as I did knowing that I brought you to ecstasy. Truly, I wasn't expecting to be able to climax this way and this time. It's all so overwhelming and important that it's almost too hard to just let go and lose myself to the sensations. Besides, I think it'll take a few more times before I'm quite ready to completely accommodate your... full size without any discomfort."

She wrinkled her nose and quirked her lips into a lopsided, rueful smile. Snape's eyes flew open wide and he tensed, staring at her, aghast.

Curling forward onto his elbows, he said, "I hurt you, didn't I? Ye gods, Hermione, I'm so sorry!"

Hermione caressed his chest, gently pressing him to lie back again. "I'm not hurt, honestly! It stung a little whenever you were all the way in..." She felt herself colouring in a ridiculous vestige of modesty. Setting her teeth to shake off the lingering feeling of embarrassment, she tossed her head and said, "Like I said, it'll just take more practice..." and she flashed a wicked grin at him "...to get me used to it."

The tight knot of guilty tension in Snape's gut loosened a bit at her comment. His expression was mournful and sulky at the same time as he muttered, "I just wanted it to be... perfect... for you."

Hermione laughed and darted in to kiss his pouting lips. "Dear heart, you may think that wasn't perfect, but we're not in a storybook. Life isn't perfect...much. Then again, I'm finally here...with you...madly in love, with our whole future ahead of us... And we have a lovely home and good jobs and family and friends who will support us... eventually. And I've finally been able to get as close as I can to the one person who has given me this perfect life to look forward to." She kissed him again. "You've made me happier than I ever thought possible. That, my love, is perfect."

She saw his partially mollified expression, and laughed again, adding, "Fine! If you feel so awful about it, you can make it up to me." She slid her hand down his belly and traced her fingers through the tangled hair framing his groin. His brows twitched in interest and he eyed her warily. Her voice was low and throaty as she lowered her lips to his ear and said, "Besides, practice makes perfect."

The import of her words flew directly to his cock, which responded by... doing absolutely nothing. As much as he wanted to "make it up to her" and "practice," his body was decidedly not cooperating. Still, it was a matter of pride that he not leave her so unsatisfied. Turning his head, he kissed her, rolling to push her onto her back again.

Hermione gladly welcomed him back, snaking her arms around his neck and spreading her knees so his legs could slip between hers to prop himself over her. She was slightly taken aback when he pulled away and inched down, trailing kisses over her throat and chest, instead of closing the distance between their bodies again.

Snape lavished attention on her breasts, nibbling and suckling, caressing the other when his mouth was busy on one. Finally, he tore himself away from the soft flesh to continue his descent, lightly dragging his chin and nose over her ribs and stomach, smiling at her squeals and jumps in reaction to his tickling. Crawling backwards, he stopped, dropping kisses on her inner thighs.

Hermione realized his intent, and a tingle swept over her, ending with a throb in her cunt. At the involuntary squeeze, she felt the tickle of liquid trailing over her skin toward her arse. Her hands caressed his hair, separating the tresses from their pomaded state. When she felt his warm breath ghosting over her mound, her fingers gripped his hair, urging him lower.

Snape inhaled the scent of their sex...a mixture of her juices, his come, and their sweat. It was intoxicating. Determined that she would not be left wanting, he settled himself on the bed and caressed her leg with one hand as he rested his head on the inside of her other thigh. Her low moan of pleasure assuaged the remaining knot of guilt in his gut. Tracing one finger along her cleft, he dipped down, slipping between her slick lips and opening her to his gaze.

Her curls were dark with her juices, and a thin trail of his come stood out white against the dark, flushed pink of her cunt. He could see that the lower edge was a darker, angry-looking red, and he felt a stab of remorse that he had inadvertently abused her flesh. Resolving to soothe that tender spot, he leant in and gently dragged his tongue over it, tasting their combined essences again.

Hermione sucked in a shocked breath, her fingers convulsively tightening in his hair and encouraging him to continue. The ululating cry wrenched from her throat by his intimate kisses echoed off the walls, filling her ears with the sound of her own enjoyment.

Snape's tentative tasting progressed into more confident laving and probing, and Hermione's noises progressed right along with them. When he sucked on her clit and flicked his tongue over it, she shrieked and nearly clamped her legs around his ears. The hand spreading her retreated...leaving his lips firmly fixed around her clit...to slide two fingers inside her, fluttering against that spot deep within.

Hoarse panting and urgent moans spurred Snape on. Suckling in time with the rhythm of his flexing fingers, he hummed in encouragement. Hermione's back arched, and her hands clenched in his hair. An inarticulate scream of ecstasy heralded her coming, and Snape exulted in the feel of her cunt spasming around his fingers, ushering forth a freshet of wetness to coat his chin.

Coming down from her peak, Hermione's breathing was ragged. Snape carefully withdrew from within her, backing away and giving one last, long swipe of his tongue from arse to clit before sucking his fingers clean as he sat up. Hermione lay bonelessly, one arm flung over her eyes as she tried to calm her racing pulse.

Satisfied that she, too, was now satisfied, Snape crawled beside her and sank onto the pillow, his eyelids drooping as all energy left him. Hermione felt him settling beside her and turned her head, her dangling hand still obscuring part of her vision. Snape flashed a weary smile and she did the same.

"I love you, Severus." She lifted her arm and let it fall at her side, gazing contentedly into his face.

Snape peered at her through sleepy, half-lidded eyes and murmured, "I love you, Hermione."

Hermione struggled to sit up to tug the covers from beneath them, yanking them up to their ribs. Snape fidgeted just enough to assist with the task, then scowled at the lamps still lit on their nightstands. An impatient "Accio wand!" had the shaft sailing through the air into his fingers, and he gave a curt flick at the lamps, extinguishing the light. Hermione had curled onto her right side, facing away from Snape, and he shoved his wand under the pillow before scooting closer to fit himself along her body.

Hermione voiced a happy sigh as he spooned behind her, wrapping his left arm around her ribs to snake up between her breasts and rest his hand against her collarbone. Snape shoved her tangled curls above her head on the pillow and settled so that his nose almost touched her neck. Stretching forward that inch or so, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and hummed a deep croon of contentment before fading into a much-needed and well-deserved sleep.

What felt like only moments later, but was really a few hours, Snape woke up, his exhausted body and mind protesting against not being asleep. But, his bladder kept insisting that he pay attention, so he reluctantly dislodged himself from Hermione and edged backward until he could slip out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom, grumpily thinking, Should never have had that cocoa...

After availing himself of the facilities, he padded back into the bedroom, which was starting to brighten as the first hints of dawn lightened the sky beyond the windows. As he approached the bed, he saw that Hermione had not only rolled back into the spot he had so recently occupied, but she had also kicked the covers away, leaving her sprawled form bare. Snape froze, overwhelmed by the sight and all that it entailed.

She was here. With him. For good. And she loved him like he loved her. She was perfect, and she was his.

The surge of love that filled him was accompanied by a surge of desire, and his cock twitched to life, finally recovered from their previous activities. The memories washed over him, still fresh and exciting, and with them came his remembered humiliation.

She may say she didn't care, and that she probably wouldn't have orgasmed anyhow, but I want to bring her to ecstasy as much as she did to me.

Crossing to the bed, he carefully sank onto it, hoping not to wake her. Well, I want to wake her, just not yet... Lying alongside her, he studied her face, listening to her slow, even breathing. One leg was stretched out, but the other was bent, her knee fallen to the side, leaving her exposed. Snape gently stroked the curls of her mound, teasing and toying with the coarse hair.

After several moments of the same, without waking her, he dipped further down, his fingertips finding the heat that radiated from between her thighs, delighting him as he felt the slick wetness that still hid there, evidence of their repletion. Lightly, he traced one finger along her cleft, spreading the moisture and caressing her until he dared to press in, slipping between her lips and sliding one finger into her cunt, searching for that spot.

Hermione's breathing faltered, and she held her breath for a moment before gasping and then letting out a long sigh. Her head rolled on the pillow, and her hips flexed, but her eyes remained closed.

Snape grinned, wanting her to wake up to pleasure. Curling his finger and pressing, he sucked in a triumphant breath at the shudder that rippled over her body. She was slowly rousing now, her eyes moving beneath her closed lids, her breathing becoming shallower, and her muscles tensing as she writhed. When her legs closed around his hand, squeezing, her eyelids fluttered open in disoriented surprise. Her gasp of shock turned into a moan of enjoyment when Snape fluttered his finger again, watching her with a wicked grin.

Hermione rocked her hips, and her hands clamped onto Snape's wrist as she fought to clear her head of both sleep and pleasure. Snape leant in from his place along her side and kissed her, pressing the heel of his hand against her clit as he did so, making her squeal against his mouth. His cock was at full attention again, poking her hipbone, and he wanted to make sure that this time she would enjoy their coupling as much as he did.

Scooting closer, he pushed forward with his left knee, shoving her left leg up over his. Then, breaking the kiss, he shifted lower, slowly removing his finger and circling her flesh, spreading her slippery juices. Hermione voiced a protesting whine, but it deepened into another moan of appreciation when he stroked her clit. She released his wrist and rubbed her face in an attempt to wake up completely to enjoy everything.

Snape's erection was trapped between them, so he flexed his hips, pulling back so it could bounce free, rubbing against the underside of her thigh as he shifted forward again. He gripped just above the back of her knee and bent her leg skyward, angling himself so that his cock was nestled against her pussy.

Hermione's eyes flew open wide at the feel of him prodding, and she moaned her approval, slotting her right leg between his and reaching down to help guide him into her. He pressed forward, sinking slowly into her cunt, careful to control his depth. The angle they were at meant that, as he delved deeper, he slid over that sensitive spot, making Hermione nearly choke on her hastily drawn breath of delight.

Snape's smirk was smug as he retreated until she exhaled in what almost sounded like relief, then thrust again, rubbing on that spot and making her shriek and shudder again. It was more difficult now, with her leg lying over his hip, to reach down and stroke her clit, but her wild cry of abandon when he did so made it worthwhile.

Hermione was nearly overwhelmed by the power of sensations. With every thrust, Snape's cock passed over her favourite spot, sending jolts of electric pleasure through her body. The almost panicky feeling that she had to pee somehow made it more intense, and when it was coupled with his fingers on her clit, she felt as if she were about to go mad with bliss.

His strokes stayed shallow enough that she didn't experience the sting of stretching too much around the thicker base of his cock, and he kept rubbing inside, sending rhythmic surges of fire sizzling all the way to her toes and fingers. His fingers teasing her clit made a dizzying counterpoint to his cock, and her sex-flooded brain managed to form the thought, Oh, this is exactly what I need!

The desire to come grew so strong that Hermione reached down and slid her fingers under his, circling and rubbing at the speed and rhythm she needed, leaving Snape to groan, gripping her thigh and pistoning faster.

She turned her head to lock gazes with him, the lust in his eyes turning her on even more. His wild thrusting had him panting and grunting, and her gasps and moans as her fingers danced over her clit blended with his deeper voice. Higher pitched squeaks and coos gave evidence that she was climbing toward her peak, and Snape's gaze burned into her when he purred, "Yes, Hermione... come for me... I want to feel it... yesss... "

His litany spurred her on, and suddenly, her orgasm hit her like a Bludger, robbing her of breath as she gasped and keened, convulsing around his cock and clamping down hard, her vision going grey around the edges. Snape's surprised oath turned into a long, wavering groan when her cunt gripped him, sending him over the edge to shudder along with her, his hips flexing as his muscles spasmed in ecstasy.

They trembled and panted, with him still lodged deep inside her, both spiralling down from their peaks, their ears ringing with the echoes of their cries.

Several minutes later, Snape dragged himself from his doze and backed away, separating from Hermione with a deep sigh. Shoving his hand under the pillow, he retrieved his wand and Summoned some tissues, handing some to Hermione as well so they could both mop up. She jerked out of her lethargy at the feel of him nudging her with the proffered tissues and discreetly cleaned up as she rolled away and squirmed back to a good position for sleeping. Snape's head fell back onto the pillow with an exhausted flop; he let the crumpled tissue fall to the floor beside the bed while he stretched and shifted alongside Hermione again.

Silence overtook them, and they both fell asleep, Hermione curled on her side and Snape sprawled on his back. Neither of them was bothered by the steadily brightening light filtering through the curtains.

That light went from a cool blue to a crisp white and then to a warm yellow as the hours wore on. Morning came and went, and it was midday when Snape finally woke again.

Mouth dry from it falling open while he slept on his back and eyes gritty with accumulated sleep, Snape roused fitfully, trying to marshal his wits and determine what had disturbed him. Rubbing his eyes and swallowing thickly, he rolled to the side, shoving himself into a sitting position, his feet splayed on the carpet.

What is that bloody noise?

He spared a glance at Hermione still asleep on the other side of the bed and listened. There! It was a knocking sound, several beats followed by a pause, then repeated. Heaving to his feet, he snatched up his wand and shuffled around to the foot of the bed. After a moment of searching through the discarded clothing, he snagged his trousers, stepping into them and hitching them over his hips, buttoning the fly just enough to keep them from falling down. Tucking his wand into a back pocket, he tiptoed out of the bedroom.

The knocking persisted.

Scrubbing his stubbly face and running his hands through his tangled hair, he padded down the stairs to the front door, the noise getting louder with every step.

Who the hell is pounding on my door? We just bloody well got here! Probably some busybody nosy housewife from one of the nearby houses, trying to get a good look at the new neighbours for gossip-fodder. Good thing my wand is behind me. No doubt Hermione would frown on me telling the neighbours to sod off as my first encounter... Fine. I'll be civil, but they'll know exactly how little I care for being dragged from my bed to deal with their curiosity.

With that decided, he paused on the threshold, listening to the continued knocking. Guess I should be grateful I didn't have that doorbell fixed... Shaking his head and blinking, taking a steadying breath, he reached for the doorknob with one hand while turning the deadbolt with the other. During the pause following the latest stint of knocking, he flung the door open wide, ready to launch into a frosty, disapproving response to the annoyingly persistent person who clearly would not go away.

As the door opened, his haughty expression melted into one of wide-eyed shock, and his free hand scrabbled hastily for his low-hanging trousers, grabbing at the half-open fly and yanking them higher in a desperate bid for modesty. His mouth sagged open, and in the charged beat of silence once the door was thrown wide, his voice emerged as an incredulous croak.

"Minerva?"