It Starts With A Dance

Chapter 12: Making Up and Making Love


Severus put his hand on Hermione's wrists and gently guided her back against the length of the couch. Once she was completely horizontal, Severus leaned back from her, crouching next to the couch as he studied her. He let his head rest on her thigh for a moment while he caught his breath. He pulled it back up to look at her.


"Do you know how truly exquisite you are, my dear?" Severus asked, and Hermione saw something akin to pain in his eyes. He took one of her small hands in his large ones and rubbed it against his face, turning so his nose nestled into her palm. He inhaled deeply and she could feel the relief wash over him. "Sometimes, I think, too exquisite for me."


"Severus," Hermione breathed, trying to sit up, to comfort him. He took her other hand and looked into her eyes, the deep pools of black drawing her in. He sighed as she gazed into his eyes. "What we do to each other."


Severus gave her a crooked smile. "What, have you forgotten?"


"Erm," Hermione gulped, knowing what she'd set herself up for. A small voice said This is what you asked for, while a much larger voice said FINALLY! Everyone is wearing far too many articles of clothing. "Perhaps. But then again, Professor, you could show me what I've forgotten during our dry spell?"


"Gladly. Miss Granger," Severus said in a sing-song voice, standing and gathering her into his arms. She gasped at how he could just draw her up like so, and her heart raced. "I hope you've been keeping up on your studies."


"But you haven't been there to give a lesson in so long," Hermione said, batting her eyelashes at the tall man as he carried her from the couch to his bedroom, kicking the door open. "My, this is just like those novels, isn't it?"


Severus groaned at the comparison and tried to glare at her. Instead, he spoke.


"Now, Miss Granger, there is something to be said in the interim between lessons for, ahem, independent study, and as such a diligent student, I expect you kept up on that?"


Hermione blushed profusely at his implication. Surely he wouldn't ask her to show him how she. . . how she~


"Severus, how could you imply something like that?!" Hermione said, trying to twist out of his arms. "Such a suggestion."


"The lady dost protest too much," Severus said, reaching the bed, "And besides, I can always use Legilimency to pull the memories from you if showing me in person is too much."


Hermione thought about that as Severus laid her gently on the bed. It was so soft, but she thought he really was wearing too much clothing. He reached down and deftly pulled her robes from her body, leaving the poor, beleaguered shirt he'd been playing around earlier. Leaving that, her stripped her of her skirt and shoes and pulled the elastics out of her hair so the waves spread out over the pillows and spread. Lastly, he removed her shirt, leaving her in her bra, panties, and stockings and garters. His eyes seemed to glaze over at the site of those feminine undergarments.


"I wish I could I thank the person that invented these," Severus breathed as he ran a hand over her stocking-covered leg, stopping at the garter clasps before heading down the other leg to her foot. He watched her for a reaction as he pulled her panties away, down those legs and off her. "And I plan on thanking you for wearing these over those."


Hermione had closed her eyes, not being able to stand the intense scrutiny he was subjecting her to; when he'd agreed to 'hot monkey makeup sex', she thought they had the same definition. Obviously, she'd been wrong. She turned so her face was pressed into the pillow, her breath coming faster, and he was only watching her and gently touching, the lightest pressure on different areas of her body. She could smell his musk on the pillow, the spread, in the air she breathed. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his mouth on her stomach, his teeth scraping lightly around her navel.


She shivered as his tongue whirled over her navel, and suddenly his tongue was in her navel, playing with it as he would play with her, short, hard licks followed by a bite and a few long, soft strokes. She grabbed his hair and tried to move his head, but finally he pulled away and she felt his hands on either side of her head, turning her so she faced him.


"Naughty, naughty, little one. I thought I was supposed to be in charge?" Severus said, his grip like iron on her face. A delicious fear swept through her, and he inhaled deeply, smelling it, tasting it, letting it ignite the fire that had been waiting to be let out. "I think you know what that means, Miss Granger."


Hermione squirmed a bit, letting the game take hold, her eyes hot on his, fire burning strong and deep. She tried to wriggle away, and Severus responded by climbing up on the bed in his shirt and trousers, leaning over her and gently grinding his erection against her mound.


"Tell me what it means, Miss Granger," Severus said, smiling at her discomfort. She was embarrassed, but once she passed that point, once he broke through that barrier with her, there would be no going back, and they would never again have that misunderstanding. "Surely you've . . . studied."


Hermione stilled, letting Severus bring his face down to hers in a deep kiss, her mouth involuntarily opening to his. Tracing his tongue around her lips, Severus thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she bit him. Chuckling, Severus pulled back and looked into her eyes.


"Hm, I guess you do need a refresher, don't you, Hermione?" Severus said, closing his eyes. He lowered his mouth to hers again, but this time, he kept just out of her reach. She glared at him and her eyes sparked. He gave her a sympathetic smile and leaned closer, but still out of her reach. She growled and tried to wrest herself from his grip, but he just chuckled. "Lesson one: the kiss. One must never seem too eager, lest her prey see it as weakness."


Hermione tried to play innocent and patient, but it obviously didn't work. After a few minutes, Severus gave up.


"You win. Hot makeup sex this time. But next time. . . " he trailed off, and the heat in her belly made her groan. Severus quickly rid himself of his clothing, sliding over her so all she could see was translucent, scarred skin. "You may touch the scars, if it would comfort you."


His eyes were closed to keep his pain from her, but she already knew him too well for that to work for very long. Hermione reached down and cupped him in her hands, his length too much for one of her small hands. She stroked softly, then with increasing pressure until he was thrusting against her hand. Severus swiftly brought his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he drew one of his hands down to test her, stroking and petting, letting her open for him. He didn't want to hurt her, not very much. Just enough to sate them both. They continued like this until both were quite out of breath, but not over the edge.


"Hermione, I can't take this much longer," Severus said, his voice hoarse with control, as he tried to keep his hips from their instinctive movement. He was ready for her, and she was waiting for him, but he couldn't do that yet. She had to break the threshold, let him completely. He kissed his way down her body until he rested above her navel, giving it a few loving licks before he moved onto his true destination.


"Severus," she whispered, trying to push him away. It would only take the word to stop him, but even then she couldn't bring herself to say it; she wanted what he was offering, and she had to let him force her into it, lest she never have the chance again. She gasped as his tongue probed deep, deeper than before, and she knew he had plans for her. She'd managed to pull him away earlier, but he had locked his arms around her thighs, and she could only raise herself up on her elbows to watch him. "'s too much. . . "


Severus chuckled against her, amused by her modesty. She would thank him for this, sometime. He sent out a probing thought, using his wandless magic, and suddenly she was leaning up on her elbows, watching him against her better judgment.


"Watch, my dear, and see how I love to make you feel so good," Severus said as he twirled his tongue around that sweet spot, using short hard strokes to elicit the moans he needed to hear from her. After what seemed an eternity, he bit that nub, and the pain was such that she screamed in her pleasure, the pain blurring into that red plain where pain was pleasure and pleasure pain. She screamed his name as he reared up over her, shoving himself inside her with a roar, so big she thought he'd split her in two, such a sweet rhythm she thought she'd die from the joy of it.


"Never," shove "let" thrust "you" shove "go" thrust "Mine!" Severus shouted hoarsely, thrusting one last time, creaming her until she felt their combined essences spilling out, saturating the bed beneath them. "I love you."


Hermione smiled as she drifted into sweet unconsciousness. He loved her, and she knew it, even if he'd never say it again.