The Bond

CHAPTER THIRTEEN


He wanted, no, he needed a shower, but he refused to release Hermione. He carried her into their bedroom, found his wand and with a quick flick, their clothes were gone.


“Severus!” She blushed furiously as she realized she was completely naked in his arms.
“I need a shower Hermione, and I need you.” He carried her into the shower stall with him, letting her slide down the front of his body, and stand on her feet beneath the steamy spray. He could wait no longer to feel her lips beneath his and much to his delight; she seemed to feel the same way. Lips met, her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, her fingers burrowed in his hair, clutching him. His arms were around her waist, one hand pressing tight against her spine the other cupping one soft, round globe of her bottom, pressing her snug against him. The kiss was desperate, passionate and filled with the need to assure themselves of the others well being.
“No!” Severus pulled away. “We have to stop Hermione. I mean to have you tonight, and it will not be in a bloody shower stall!”
“Then hurry, please….” She whispered.



It was likely the fastest shower in history. They kept their hands confined to washing until Severus grew more impatient and took it upon himself to wash her hair for her.
“How in the bloody hell do you live with this?” He asked as her curls tangled around his fingers and forearms. “Remind me later to brew something that will tame this wild mane of yours.” He rinsed her hair, and turned off the water. He barely gave her time to cast a drying spell before pulling her into their room. He laid her across their bed, and stood back to look at her.


“Severus?”
“Don’t, I just want to look at you. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He whispered. The room was dimly lit with a few small, flickering candles. He was mesmerized by the shadows and lights as they drifted over her soft peaches and cream skin. Every detail was noted, and cataloged in his memory. The way her hair was spread over the coverlet, the soft flush on her cheeks, the way she was nibbling her lower lip as she shifted restlessly beneath his gaze. Her breasts were incredible, full and round, the dusky nipples were hard and begging for his touch. His eyes followed the soft curve of her waist, the roundness of her hips and thighs. She crossed her legs, trying to hide the nest of curls between them.
“Don’t…don’t hide from me, I want to see all of you.” He clasped her leg, just above the knee and pushed it to the side, opening her to his eyes. He was enthralled with the beauty of her sex, the soft, plump folds topped with fluffy brown curls.


As he gazed upon her, he could see the fleshy lips begin to flush and swell. The firm little bud of her clitoris beginning to show itself, begging him to touch. And he did, with a gentle stroke, he caressed her, from the fluffy curls, down to her weeping entrance. She whimpered softly and arched her hips, pressing into his touch. He climbed onto the bed and stretched along side her. He continued to stroke her, using two fingers, he slid them between her folds, parting them over her clit so that his fingers caressed the sides, capturing it between them.


“So soft….and so wet.” He slid his fingers into her heated sheathe, stroking gently inside her, scissoring his fingers to open her and stretch the ultra tight flesh. The more he stroked her, the wetter she became. Severus bent his head and captured one tight nipple with his mouth. He suckled gently, laving the erect bud with his tongue.
“Severus…I want to touch you.” She cried out as he plunged his fingers deeper inside her.
“No, I can’t…not this time. I won’t last if you do.” He whispered against her breast. He trailed his lips up and over her collarbone, along the side of her neck, smiling as he touched his tongue to the fading love bite he had left there days ago.
“Kiss me…” She begged, her fingers in his hair, urging him to cover her. He didn’t argue, his lips captured hers, licking, nibbling and sucking at hers as passion swelled between them. He was so hard, throbbing so fiercely he was barely hanging on to his control. He shifted, sliding over and onto her, insinuating his hips between her thighs.


“I want you to lift your legs up and put them about my hips.” He told her, sliding his hands beneath her thighs to assist. “Hold on to me.” He cupped her bottom in his hands and tilted her hips to receive him. He was so hard he didn’t even need to use his hand to guide his cock into her. He simply slid the head against her, between the slick lower lips until the head nudged just inside her.
“Severus…..oh….!” She was tightening around him, protesting the invasion involuntarily.
“No, don’t tense up, sweet. It’s going to hurt, I’m sorry, I can’t prevent that. But only a moment, I promise” He captured her lips again in a slow, deep penetrating kiss. When she began to suck on his tongue, he thrust into her. Fast and hard, severing her virginity quickly.
“Oww!” She cried out, her nails digging into his back, scoring the sensitive skin. He didn’t move, just remained still, embedded deep inside her, pressed against her cervix.
“Shhh, its okay, just relax.” He whispered over and over into her ear. He waited, though it tortured him to do so, until she began to loosen around him. He pulled back slowly, almost withdrawing completely before pushing back inside her.


“Gods, it feels so good inside you.” He said through clenched teeth. She caught his rhythm easily enough, and began to lift her hips and thrust back against him.
“Oh!” She gasped, as the pain faded completely away and pleasure replaced it.
“That’s it..” He began to increase his pace, the force behind his thrusts became stronger. “That’s good sweet, move with me….”
“Oh…..please…..I need….more, oh please more!” She cried, her back arching, head thrashing.
“I cant stop…..Oh god, I’ve waited so long……” His fingers were biting into the tender flesh of her ass as he clutched her, his hips now slamming against hers over and over again. The bed frame began to rock, the items on the side tables were shaking, but he couldn’t stop, and she wasn’t going to let him. Hermione’s cries were incoherent, her movements crazed as she struggled towards the release she knew was building. Her nails had scored his back and shoulders, he would have tiny, crescent shaped bruises come morning, but he didn’t care. It was too good, nothing had been this good before. Severus, the man who prided his self on his control, had lost all of it inside the little witch beneath him,
“Severus……” He felt the soft fluttering of her sheath around him.
“Let go, come for me.” Her scream was almost deafening, the tightening of her muscles around him was so tight, he couldn’t hold back. He shouted his own satisfaction as he poured his semen deep into her, flooding her with his seed. He rested his forehead against her shoulder as he struggled to catch his breath.
Hermione stroked her hands up and down his back, comforting him, calming him. He withdrew slowly, careful of her newly abused flesh. He shifted them slightly, pulling back the coverlet and tucking them beneath it. He heard her sniff softly and when he caressed her cheek he discovered tears,
“Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you were wonderful,,,I don’t know why Im crying.” She said, snuggling into his chest.
“Are you certain?” He asked. “I wasn’t exactly in control….”
“It was perfect.” She said softly. “I love you.”
He gasped at her words, an odd, tingling ache began in his chest. She loved him? For the first time, in many, many years, a tear rolled down his cheek.


**hermioneandseverusfan- perfume is a twisted and completely f-ed up tale! But its always worth it to see Alan in period clothing.....He did a music video with the group Texas, if you havent seen it, check it out on Youtube,,,,,he does the tango...its hot hot hot!!!

WARNING: Next Chapter is all about the relieving of months of Sexual tension....it is a veritable Nookie Montage LOL