Delicate

Chapter Eleven: Sweet Goodnight











Maybe this won\'t last very long

But you feel so right

And I could be wrong

Maybe I\'ve been hoping too hard

But I\'ve gone this far

And it\'s more than I hoped for















Severus Snape was the most frustrating creature Hermione had ever known. He went from hot to cold so damned fast that it gave her whiplash trying to sort him out. One moment he was the heated seducer carefully bringing her to a fever pitch and in the next he was a cold fish with his nose pressed into a book. She had never been more sexually frustrated or confused in her entire life. Yet despite that frustration she didn’t want to stop. She couldn’t stop, she needed him.





She lay on a padded chaise on the screened chaise off of the back of the house. A large set of double doors opened up into the sitting room where he sat reading while she watched him. It was hot; the summer heat might have been oppressive if not for the cool ocean breeze. She loved sitting on the porch at night, listening to the sounds of night creatures, listening for the sirens of lore to sing their song. As she stared at Severus she wished that she possessed that power, the power to lure him to her, only she didn’t wish for him to meet his maker, she just wished for him to finally take her.







She was amazed at his control. Their encounters were…unusual. So far the closest they had come to anything sexual had been two days previously in his lab when he, with the help of moon orchids, had aroused her to the point that all he had to do was breathe on her and she had combusted. She followed his instructions to the letter, she kissed him when she greeted him and sat on his lap while they had breakfast, she read to him, positioned to his liking and allowed him complete access to her body. Yet he hadn’t really laid a hand on her aside from holding her close to kiss. She might worry that he was impotent but he made no secret of his arousal, he never tried to hide it from her, he just didn’t seem keen on using it.







She couldn’t fight the yawn that crept up on her. It had been a long day of brewing at his side and she was tired, physically and mentally. She sat up and padded into the house on bare feet intent on calling it an early night and going to bed early. She stopped beside his chair and waited for him to mark his page and look up.





“Did you need something?” He asked, his finger tucked into the book to mark his place.





“No, I am going to bed, I just wanted to say goodnight,” she said, bending over to brush her lips against his. He reached for her hand and stayed her, setting his book on the side table.







“Not yet,” he said quietly as he pulled her towards him. “Come here.” She thought he would pull her so that she draped over his lap and was shocked when he directed her to straddle him, her knees digging into the cushion of his chair on either side of him. “There now, comfortable?”





“Yes,” she said softly.





“Good,” he said as he laid his hands on her hips, stroking over the smooth curve again and again as he stared at her. “Take off your shirt.”





She hesitated for only a moment before grasping the hem and pulling the soft cotton over her head and dropping it to the floor behind her. She was wearing a lavender corset this time with little hook and eye closures up the front to make it easy for her to don without help. He took a deep breath in through his nose and slid his hands up along the curve of her waist; his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts.





“The corset too, I want to see your breasts,” he said. She gasped, startled for a moment, and then she reached between her breasts and slowly began to unfasten the tiny little closures. It took a few moments to get through all of them, an eternity it seemed when in truth it was but a few seconds. Then finally she was able to pull the stiff garment away from her torso and toss it behind her.







Severus’s expression did not change but he swallowed hard and his breathing picked up. She felt more beautiful in that moment than ever before. His eyes were glued to her breasts, taking in the soft curves and the tight brown tips. She waited, her body humming with anticipation, the fatigue that had weighed on her earlier fading away.





“You are beautiful,” he said quietly, reaching up to cup the heavy weight of her in his hands. He kneaded the pliant flesh with gentle fingers, watching his work roughened hands on her soft, silky skin. He traced the circle of her areola with his fingertips, stroking the roughened pads over her sensitive nipples. She cried out when he pinched them between his fingers and tugged, the springy flesh bouncing slightly when he let go.





“You like that?” He asked, slipping his hands around behind her and pressing between her shoulder blades to bring her closer.







“Yes,” she sighed.





“Do you want my mouth on you, Hermione?” He asked, blowing on the puckered nipples.





“Oh, yes,” she wriggled in his lap, the thought of his warm mouth surrounding her nipple making her wet and aching.





“Show me,” he whispered hotly, “show me that you want my mouth.”





She licked her lips and brought her hands up to his shoulders. She was hyper aware of everything, the soft cotton of his shirt beneath her hands, the heavy languorous look on his face, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and moved her hands up, caressing the side of his throat and then threading her fingers through his hair. She cupped the back of his head and leaned forward, pressing the hard point of one nipple against his lips.





“Good girl,” he growled just before he curled his tongue around her nipple and sucked her deep into his mouth. Her sharp cry of delight echoed in the room as he sucked and nibbled at her tender flesh. He moved back and forth between them, tonguing, sucking and nibbling at the pebbled flesh while her fingers worked against his scalp, encouraging him to continue.





“Gods, Severus,” she moaned, resting her cheek on top of his silky hair as he continued to minister to her breasts. His hands slid down her back and curved over her bottom. She could feel the heat of his palms through the thin shorts she wore and wished that she was naked, that he was naked. He squeezed her arse and pulled her tight against him so that she felt the full extent of her affect on him.





He directed her hips in a vulgar simulation of sex that worked to satisfy them both. As he pulled her hips down he arched his up, rubbing up against her while continuing to suckle at her breasts. Her skin became slick, a fine sheen of perspiration beginning to coat her body as she moved with him. Her hands fisted frantically in his hair, holding him closer and riding him more urgently.





“Severus…I-I…oh gods I’m gonna come!” She let her head fall back, arching into his mouth and grinding her hips down onto his erection. His hands tightened on her ass and moved her faster while his mouth sucked harder on her nipples until she let go and wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She held onto him, little sobs of joy escaping with every pulse of her climax. He eased off of her breast, stroking lightly with the flat of his tongue briefly before pulling away from her and releasing his hold on her backside.





“Sleepy?” He asked, cupping the back of her head and tucking it against his shoulder.





“Sated,” she sighed, breathing deeply of his unique, spicy scent. Once more she was baffled by his behavior. Perhaps he did it on purpose, to make her stop trying to figure him out. Maybe it was part of what he was trying to teach her, to just let the intellectual side of her go and to simply feel.





“That’s good, I want you to be satisfied,” he said quietly; seemingly content to just hold her.





“I want you to be satisfied too, Severus,” she whispered, slowly inching her hand down his chest towards the firm ridge still nestled between them. He grasped her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle before tucking her hand against his chest so she could feel his heart beat.







“No,” he said simply, letting his head fall back against the chair, his eyes half closed.







“I can feel you against me; I know you can’t be comfortable. Let me give you pleasure,” she moved closer to him and pressed her lips to his throat right below his ear.







“You do, Hermione. The way you respond to me gives me great pleasure, I am content for now,” he said.





“But…I don’t understand, you want to be with me, I feel it,” she said.





“I don’t want you to understand, I want you to trust me. I do want to be with you, Hermione, but I will determine when the time is right and I want you to trust that I know when that is,” he said, stroking her back. “If all I wanted was a woman to play bondage games with I could find that easily, there are plenty of women in the world who would play if the price is right. What I want is not about games, Hermione. It isn’t about getting off or impromptu screws in my chair, though there is nothing wrong with that.”





“Do you think the time will ever be right?” She asked, sighing and cuddling closer.







“If you ever learn to let go and just trust me,” he turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to her brow.







“I’m trying,” she said. “I just get confused sometimes…you are so cold one minute and in the next we are humping like mad in your chair. I can’t figure it out.”







“Should I be all over you all the time?” He asked. “Should I act like an adolescent boy and care only about shagging you every chance I get?”





“No…I just…this is so different than what I expected,” she said, sighing in frustration.





“You expected what was in your books, didn’t you? You expected it to be all about sex and kinky games in the bedroom,” he sounded disappointed and she felt guilty.







“Nothing that I read indicated that there were other facets to this sort of relationship,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his ribcage and hugged him tight.





“There are many facets to every sort of relationship, no two are the same. The D/s relationship is not exclusive to couples interested in BDSM, Hermione. There are couples who live a D/s lifestyle without ever participating in BDSM games,” he explained, idly stroking her spine with his fingertips. “Is that the problem? Are you a masochist, Hermione? Do you need me to humiliate you and hurt you in order to be satisfied?”





She was silent for several minutes as she thought about it. She didn’t think that she was a masochist, she didn’t fantasize about being degraded and while reading the descriptions of sensual spanking aroused her the scenes involving extreme torture did nothing for her. Did it arouse him?





“Do you want to do those things to me?” She asked finally.







“No, I don’t,” he said quietly. “I spent years watching the Death Eaters torture their captives, years of being on the receiving end of the Dark Lord’s lash. I don’t want to hurt you, Hermione.”





“What do you want to do to me?” Her voice broke a little on the question and Severus smirked.





“Do you mean sexually?” He knew exactly what she wanted to know. He felt her nod against his shoulder and his smirk widened.





“Yes…do you think about me…when we aren’t together?”





“Yes,” he locked his hands together at the small of her back, holding her in a relaxed embrace.





“How?”





“I want to make love to you. I want to lay you down and touch every inch of you with my hands, with my mouth. I want to be inside you so deep that you’ll think I have become a permanent part of you. I want to mark your beautiful ivory skin so that every time I look at it I see that you belong to me,” he purred. “And yes, I want to ‘play’ with you, too. I want to see your wrists wrapped in silk chording and tied to my bed. I want to see your hands cuffed behind your back and your eyes swathed in black satin while I ravish you. I want to stare at your plump backside, hot and rosy from my hand while I plow into you from behind. I think about taking you in every way humanly possible and I will, on my terms.”





“That was just mean, I never should have asked,” she grumbled and squirmed against him.







“You never were one for holding back when it came to asking questions,” he chuckled. “Time for bed,” he said, nudging her gently.





“Are you joining me?” She asked, sliding from his lap and reaching for her clothes.







“No, I am not, BUT I want you to sleep naked as if I were, because when I do join you in bed I want nothing between us,” he said firmly.





“Yes, Severus,” she replied, leaning down to brush his lips with hers, “Good night.”





“Good night, Hermione,” he said, his lids heavy as he watched her walk away. She would destroy him if he wasn’t careful, because his heart couldn’t take any more damage.









For the Longest Time by Billy Joel



Woa, oh, oh, oh

For the longest time

Woa, oh, oh

For the longest



If you said goodbye to me tonight

There would still be music left to write

What else could I do

I\'m so inspired by you

That hasn\'t happened for the longest time



Once I thought my innocence was gone

Now I know that happiness goes on

That\'s where you found me

When you put your arms around me

I haven\'t been there for the longest time



Woa, oh, oh, oh

For the longest time

Woa, oh, oh

For the longest



I\'m that voice you\'re hearing in the hall

And the greatest miracle of all

Is how I need you

And how you needed me too

That hasn\'t happened for the longest time



Maybe this won\'t last very long

But you feel so right

And I could be wrong

Maybe I\'ve been hoping too hard

But I\'ve gone this far

And it\'s more than I hoped for



Who knows how much further we\'ll go on

Maybe I\'ll be sorry when you\'re gone

I\'ll take my chances

I forgot how nice romance is

I haven\'t been there for the longest time



I had second thoughts at the start

I said to myself

Hold on to your heart

Now I know the woman that you are

You\'re wonderful so far

And it\'s more than I hoped for



I don\'t care what consequence it brings

I have been a fool for lesser things

I want you so bad

I think you ought to know that

I intend to hold you for the longest time



Woa, oh, oh, oh

For the longest time

Woa, oh,oh

For the longest time

Woa, oh, oh

For the longest time

Woa, oh, oh,

For the longest time

(Fade Out)











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Hi everyone! So Ive updated, but forgive me for not answering all reviews…ive been down with a kidney stone and in a lot of pain. =( but Ill answer a few…





NARCISSAS SISTER – Every D/s relationship is different. There may be some Doms who would punish her for her cheek, but Severus told her that he didn’t want a mindless sex toy, he wanted her to always be honest with him and in that moment she was finding him infuriating LOL…I think every couple in that sort of relationship has to find their own way, their own rules. Or so Ive learned. ;)





LADY OF CLUNN – I began thinking about restraints, at first I thought about having him tie her to the chair but thought Severus would value and respect control from her rather than physically restraining her so I went for the command of self control instead. I am the gal who would lose it and grab his hair LMAO so I chose to go with the option that I would find most challenging. =)