Chapter 13

A half an hour after the muggle girl had left, the two went to the piano room and the second lesson in learning the song commenced.  It was a mere five minutes after it started that Hermione pushed herself away from the piano again and started pacing, frustrated beyond belief.

“I will never get the song down!” she cried, clenching her hands at her sides, causing Severus’s eyebrows to rise.

“I had not thought that you were the ‘giving up’ type,” he commented lightly, leaning back onto the curve of the grand piano as he observed her in her agitation.

“Yes, well, I have not been this irritated with anything before now,” she spat, folding her arms in sharp movements.

She began grumbling to herself and pacing across the room, amusing him and causing empathy to well in him as well.  His gaze flickered towards the bench for a moment, his eyes momentarily becoming hard with thought.  He looked back up at Hermione, who was still grumbling and walking about and the thought struck him there.  A smirk overcame his lips and he could not help but stalk up to her when her back was turned.

When she turned she jumped at the sudden appearance of Severus in her path.  A hand flew up to her neck in shock but a glare graced her features as she looked irritably at him.  Pursing her lips she demanded, “What did you do that for?”

In return, there was no answering response.  He merely stared down at her, his obsidian eyes far more intense at that moment than she had seen them before.  Her breath caught in her throat, preventing any further pressing on the matter.  From what she saw in his expression, he had a plot formed in his head and he would tell her soon what it was.  The little quirk of his mouth got her heart rate to accelerate.  There was something about that little smile that created waves of lust rolling through her.

“Why don’t we take a different angle to this… lesson,” he drawled in his lovely silky voice.

The way that his voice turned almost lazy when he spoke that way caused her body to end up a tangle of nerves that all she could do was bite her lip and nod faintly.  He turned from her and went to the bench turning it so that it was perpendicular to the piano.  Going back to her, he moved behind her and, placing his hands delicately on her hips, slowly pushed her forward.  He leaned down so that his lips were lightly brushing her ear and whispered, “Straddle the bench, Hermione.”

A shiver of pure pleasure ran down her body and she obeyed and sat with one leg on each side of the cushioned seat when he released his gentle hold on her.  She scooted forward so that she was almost at the end of it.  Her heart was racing then, her breath hitched as the anticipation for what was coming next heightened.  Just as she had thought he shifted behind her and came up behind her, pressing his front against her back.  She almost moaned out loud at the contact of his body with hers that she had to clamp down on her lip painfully to keep the sound from coming out.  He placed himself more firmly into her and with a hand that caressed her thighs so sensually, placed her legs over his, giving him better access to the damper pedal.  At the same time, her hips were pushed slightly forward, leaving her feeling open and vulnerable, yet it had an erotic affect on her to be in such a position.

Severus leaned forward, his face nuzzling her neck and he murmured against her soft skin.  “Look at my hands, Hermione,” he coaxed.  “Pretend it is your hands that are playing.  Feel it.”

She fixed her gaze on his hands and almost laughed out loud.  How could she believe that this beautiful pair of hands could be anyone’s but his?  Slowly, he began to play the same song, his chin placed on her left shoulder as he pressed the keys.  She watched in a trance – the way his fingers moved gracefully over the ivory keys, how lightly they seemed to flow from one note to another.  Unconsciously, her body began to rock with the beat, a frustrating pulse building in her center.  She licked her lips and her eyes closed as she became more aware of Severus’s motion behind her.  She wiggled her bottom against him and was rewarded with a slight falter of his rhythm and a twitch.

By the time the song ended, her breaths were coming out it shallow gasps and she could feel the rigidity of his body against hers.  He had been straining himself – repressing the urge to just slam the piano closed and place her on it where he would just thrust into her sheath over and over again.  The slide of her hand through his ebony tresses caused him to shudder, his nerves raw.  She forced his head to let up and she regarded him behind heavy lids.  His gaze lowered to her lips and the control he had over his body snapped at the sight of her lips moist and inviting.

He let out a low growl and slammed his lips against hers, the passion he had been feeling vented out through the kiss.  Wrapping his arms around her middle, he pressed her closer to him as she arched against him.  His tongue slid into her mouth and she let out a low moan that frayed his nerves.  Her tongue danced against his before it slid into his mouth.  His shaft was painfully erect and pressed firmly against her bottom, but he tried desperately to forget about it for the moment, to concentrate on how to pleasure her before he immersed himself in his desires.

On their own volition, his hands began to roam her body, the left shifting to massage the pliant flesh of her hips, his right one moving up to cup her breasts.  He pulled back slightly at the shock that she wore no bra – that all that separated her from him was the large cotton shirt she wore.  She mewled at the feel of him on her.  Fueled by her reactions and aroused that she was less covered than he thought he continued to massage her mound of flesh, rolling her areola between his fingers as he pressed his mouth onto hers again, sliding his tongue across her lips.  She opened her mouth under his ministrations and protested when his mouth left hers.  He whispered kisses down her cheek to suckle the skin of her neck before placing a couple of inches between his lips and the damp spot.

“I love you,” he said softly, his breath wafting on her wet skin.  “Do you love me?”

Her body froze at his declaration and her eyes flew open.  She leaned slightly to the side to be able to see his face.  She gave him a look of incredulity and he, interpreting it as a sign that she didn’t, was about to pull away from her.  Her voice, husky and questioning, stopped him from doing so.  “How can you even ask that?  Of course I love you.”

The amazement that had filled him was replaced by a feeling of utter joy.  He had never thought himself capable of feeling such a thing ever in his life after becoming a Death Eater, but here he was, intoxicated, in love and happy.  He could feel the satisfied smile that had been niggling to come out present itself and her expression melted at the image he created.

“Do you still believe in the ‘no intercourse before marriage’ deal?  Because if you are…” he trailed off, not really wanting to continue it, finding the prospect of their future too intimidating.

She let out an unladylike snort causing Severus’s eyebrows to shoot up.  “If you think I’m going to wait after all this torture you’ve put me through, you’re wrong.”

Taking advantage of his inability to move, she pressed her mouth to his in an open-mouthed kiss and slid her tongue into the recesses of his orifice.  Her aggressiveness with him elicited a throaty groan from him and they continued their fevered actions.  The hand that had been caressing her chest slid down again only to slip under her shirt to massage the muscles of her stomach.  They slowly made their way up and finished their journey at the feel of her right nipple between his fingers.

Instinctively, she pressed up against his hold and her she tilted her head to the side, leaving her neck exposed.  As if beckoning for his attention, he slid his tongue down the length of it, nibbling on the base.  Her throaty moans were arousing him beyond belief and only thinking to pleasure her more, he slowly brought his right hand to settle at the fly of her shorts and began to free the button and unzip it.  He felt her stiffen slightly and her small hand came to cover his – to stop him from going further.

They both froze for a moment, Severus berating himself for forgetting that she was still an innocent while Hermione hesitated.  Thinking only to ease her fears, he brought his lips to her ear and bit on the lobe lightly, getting the shiver that he wanted.  Whispering soothing words to her, his hand slowly continued its actions, brushing the bundle of nerves that was trapped behind her underwear and denim shorts.  He almost hissed at the warmth he felt through the layers of clothes and she rocked against his caresses, letting out a whimper of pleasure.

Using his voice to calm her, he got the zipper down and slipped his lithe fingers into the shorts.  He probed her center, still covered by the thin material of her panties eliciting a gasp to exit from her lips.  She pressed her hips into his hold and he had to clamp down his urge for a fast climax as her head lolled back and her hands braced themselves against his thighs.  He stroked her rhythmically, pressing into the pleasure points; at the same time he squeezed her mound of flesh, pinching the tip, kneading it and heightening her arousal.

The material between her thighs grew damp with her essence and he could feel the muscles there clenching and releasing in a steady rhythm.  She let out a whimper of frustration as she pressed herself closer to his fingers.  Understanding her plea, he slipped his fingers into her underwear and plunged one digit into her, gaining a wanton moan from her.  He hissed out a breath at the feel of her clamping on him.  She was so tight there; he could almost imagine what it would be like to have her surrounding his sex.  His one finger did not satisfy her for long, however, and she placed her hand over his to urge him further.  He plunged two more digits into her and began to thrust them in and out of her.  He ran his thumb down her folds, searching for a certain spot.  Finding the sensitive nub, he flicked against it and she cried out in pleasure; her head thrashing back and forth.  Her body stiffened and she climaxed, screaming his name as she came.

She slumped against him as the aftershocks of her peak subsided, leaving her limp and tired.  When she became more conscious of her surroundings, she noted that Severus had taken his fingers away from her center and his breath came out in ragged gasps, stirring the hairs that had not clung to her sweaty skin.  Turning her head so that she could press a kiss on his neck, she called to him.  He stirred behind her slightly and hummed as indication that he heard her.

“Are you okay?”

He didn’t say anything to that question.  His body, however, spoke for him it was rod stiff and she could tell it was taking him a lot of his willpower to prevent his animalistic urges to be released.  Her left hand went up to play with the ends of his raven hair, enjoying the way it slid across her skin – so unlike the greasy image everyone saw it as.  Turning her head, she pressed a light kiss on the vein of his neck and she whispered, “Let yourself go, Severus.”

Something in him must have released for he had her in his hold in one fluid motion – his arms lifting her from the bench – and he carried her out of the room with a set look on his face.  He got as far as the living room door before he set her down once again and pressed her against the hard wood and slammed his lips down on hers in a ferociously heated kiss.  His tongue dueled with hers intimately and his hands forced her legs to clamp around his middle.  Her arms slipped around his neck and she pressed even closer to him as he tilted his head to increase the demand in his kiss.  Cupping her bottom, he thrust his clothed manhood against her and they groaned into each others mouths as he continued the motion.

His control was quickly slipping from him and – using as much will as possible got the door open and they rolled against the wall until he had his back against it.  Her legs clamped harder, grinding herself more firmly against him and he gasped out her name.  He pushed himself away from the wall and stumbled towards his quarters and through the door open.  Once he was at the foot of the bed, he urged her to a standing position, to which she regarded him with a heavy-lidded look of confusion.  He gaze at her in heated intensity and leaned down to fuse their mouths once again in a gentle chaste kiss.

“I want to go slow, Hermione,” he murmured against her lips.  “Your first should be memorable… in a good way.”

She pulled back to look at him and felt her insides melt at the thoughtfulness of his intentions and she slid her hands around his waist to give him a heartfelt hug.  He wrapped his around her as well and they stayed like this for a while before Hermione noted the warm length pressed against her belly.  Urging him to separate from her, she looked down at his waist and noticed the prominent bulge that stood out from under his robes.  Her eyes trailed up the buttons to his exposed neck, where she watched him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing at with it.  She lifted her hands and attempted to free each button.  However, her inexperience caused her tries to be clumsy and it to a moment just to get one unclasped.

He placed a hand over hers, his sides of his mouth quirking slightly.  “You know,” he drawled, bringing her hands up and kissing each palm.  “There is an easier way to do that.”

She would have scowled at him had he not waved his hand, causing all the buttons to spring free.  She gaped at the loose material, an innocent blush stain her cheeks.  He raised a brow at her reaction.  “Does the mean that you’ve changed her mind?”  Please say no; please say no; please say no.  It was difficult to keep the lazy smile on his face when he was worrying so much what her answer would be.

Her eyes went back to his and – although quite hesitantly, she ran her fingers between the separated material to splay her hands on his bared chest.  His breath hitched as she innocently explored his skin, inquisitive about the anatomy of the man who stood before him.  The absence of hair puzzled her as she had seen a great many men with at least a bit of hair sprinkling their chest.  Her fingers brushed his surprisingly honed torso as her eyes followed its trail and felt the muscles jump under her touch and enjoying the fact that she could make him react in such a way.  She made her way back up his chest and pushed off the silky material away from his body and let it fall to the floor.  She looked at him in his half-naked state and noted that he had not moved an inch since she had started to touch him.

Her cheeks flaming once again, her eyes flew up to his face and noted that it was contorted in what seemed to be pain.  Biting her lip she hesitantly called his name.  His eyes flickered on her and she looked shyly at him.  “Did I… did I hurt you?  I – I noticed the marks on your chest.  Did I return some of the pain it created when I touched you?”

He let out what sounded like a part groan, part laugh before answering her.  “No, love, the pain is long forgotten.  Your touch did have a different effect, however,” he growled, slowly pulling her closer to him.

She breathed his scent in – spice and male and oh, so appealing!  Being at this range with him made her feel protected and safe.  His hand ran down her body and caught her shorts, pushing it down her hips slowly to give indication of what he was doing.  She gave no protest – just lowered her eyes and lay her forehead on his front- allowing it to drop to her ankles.  Tentatively, he lifted her to enable her to step out of it and gently placed her on the edge of the bed.  She leaned back on her hand watching him in hesitant arousal to see what he would do next.  Dropping to his knees, he placed himself between her legs, something to which she froze.  His head was mere inches from her sex and he breathed in her musky fragrance and feeling the excitement flow to his pulsing erection.  He wanted to prolong the bliss for her and he would do everything he learned to achieve that.

Leaning forward, he nuzzled her middle and hummed, sending wonderful vibrations through her.  She let out a squeak of protest and tried to press her legs together, placing her hands on his head with the intent to push him away.  Instead she merely ran her hand through his tresses and urged him to continue.  Running his hand up her thigh, he pulled down the remaining barrier that kept him from her wet center.

She felt a rush of cold air hit her and she shivered at the feeling of being so exposed.  Her skin was flushed and she bent forward, her eyes closed.  Her hands felt his head move towards her and his breath waft on her and she bit her lip in anticipation for what was to come.  Something in the back of her mind screamed that it was wrong that he should not be doing such a thing, but the moment his tongue ran over her she was lost in all sensation.

“Oh, God.”  Her moans grew in magnitude as he continued, his mouth setting her body on fire as he sampled her body.  He lingered on a particularly sensitive area and she arched her back at the feel of him, her hips bucking under his attentions.  He thrust his tongue into her over again and she bit back the urge to scream, which was becoming more and more difficult to do.  She was close to climaxing again when he suddenly stopped.  Sexually frustrated, she shot her eyes to him and he was shedding his trousers, revealing a gloriously naked Severus Snape.  She felt her mouth grow dry at the sight of him, exposed to the skin.  Her eyes widened at the sight of his shaft, standing proudly in the air.

He noted Hermione’s incredulous look as if saying ‘all that will fit in me?’ and took it as a compliment.  He was too far gone with his arousal to hold back at that moment, however, and he moved stealthily towards the bed as she pulled her body up again.  He bent over her, his face mere inches from her, his eyes looking into hers with such intensity that the throbbing in her middle began again.

“I want to be with you when you lose yourself,” he breathed huskily, brushing his lips against hers.

Their mouths met fervently, the taste of her lingering in their mouths, heightening their stimulation.  He pulled away long enough only to discard the shirt she was wearing and lift her to move her farther on the bed.  He lay her down, bending her knees so that they were on both sides of his hips.  He began to place open mouthed kisses across her collar bone as his fingers probed her folds, testing her.  Her arousal heightened once again and her hips undulated under his touch.  His mouth trailed down to her surprise, swirled around her breast.  Her nipple grew hard in reaction and he continued, suckling her hard to the point of pleasurable pain.  She whimpered and instinctively clenched her fingers on his back as she lifted her body towards his.

He hissed against her and his mouth let go of her breast as she barely brushed his erection.  “Merlin, now,” she growled and, as he continued his intimate touch on her sensitive nub, and in answer to her demand, he began to push slowly into her.  He let out a feral groan at the feeling of her muscles clamping around him.  Her sheath was so tight around him he almost came then, still entering her.  He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust as he pushed further and further within her.  When his pelvis met hers, he let out a gasping breath and settled himself on an elbow while his other hand stroked her to ease the pain.

His control was in shreds.  He knew that one movement from either of them would make him lose it and hoped that if she did move, she would be ready for it.  Hermione had the sensation of being filled completely.  The pain had been slight, while the rest was all just pure bliss.  He had gone utterly still over her, leaving her slightly worried, but more sexually aggravated.  She chose that moment to shift under him slightly and her eyes widened at the sensation.  He let out a groan then as she tried the movement again and found satisfaction in it.

Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled almost completely out of her, only to impale her to the hilt.  She let out a cry of pleasure as he plunged into her again.  He took her in long deep strokes, leaning over her supported by both his arms then.  He closed his eyes, concentrating on the onslaught of sensations he was experiencing.  Her nails dug into his back painfully, but he didn’t seem to notice it - only feeling her tight sheath clench around him as he drove into her over and over.

He could feel himself reaching the pinnacle and he drove into her harder, faster, and panted her name before thrusting his tongue into her mouth for another slippery kiss.  She met him halfway, levering her body up to the new-found rhythm.  They climaxed together, her screaming into his mouth while his muffled roar was pressed against her, spilling himself into her womb.  Weak and spent, he slid himself out of her and fell onto his stomach beside her, left arm slung over her torso while hers lay pinned under his body.

It was a while before Hermione came through.  Her body felt lazily content and she stretched, only to wince at the slight soreness between her thighs.  She turned her head to observe Severus, who was facing her, his eyes closed.  The harsh lines and angles were lost in the expression he wore.  He looked much younger than she had believed him to be and smiled softly, lifting her hand to play with the stray hairs that had fallen across his face.  He stirred at her caress and his lids slowly opened, revealing sleepy raven eyes.  He mumbled something incoherent to her ears – it must have been her name – and pulled her to him, her back nestled against his front and waved the covers to envelope them, before falling asleep once again.  Snuggling farther into his embrace, she smiled contentedly and followed him to dream.