Mastering Temptation

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Mornings









The sun was creeping over the horizon when Hermione opened her eyes and glanced out the window. She was warm and comfortable nestled in Severus’s arms as she listened to his slow, even breathing behind her. She couldn’t believe that she had spent the night with him, that he had held her while they slept. She worried that she would come to feel too strongly for him and wind up with her heart broken. Already she was thinking about looking for a new position somewhere as it didn’t seem appropriate to work for the man whose bed you were sharing.





As the sun slowly crept higher into the sky Hermione moved to climb from her warm haven.





“Where do you think you’re going?” Severus asked, tightening his hold on her.





“I have to start getting ready for work.” She said, enjoying his possessive hold on her.





“You don’t have to go in early today, your boss won’t mind if you stay in bed a little longer, I promise.” He said, his voice rough from sleep.





“Oh really?” She laughed and turned in his arms so she could see him. “Good morning, Severus.”





“Good morning to you.” He said, kissing the bridge of her nose. “How did you sleep?”





“Like the dead.” She chuckled. “You are better than a sleeping potion.”





“Well, it’s nice to know I’m good for something.” He said, smoothing his hand down her back and over her bottom.





“Oh, I think you are good for many things.” She was running her fingers through the silky curls on his chest. “I enjoyed last night, very much.”





“I’m glad to hear it.” He whispered, brushing his lips over her brow and along her cheek. He could feel her fingers moving lower, dancing over his ribs and lower to his stomach. “And just what do you think you are doing?” He asked, her fingers dipping under the waistband of his trousers.



“I want to touch you.” She said softly. Severus wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her hand up so that he could kiss her palm.





“And I want you to touch me, but if you start, we will not leave this bed.” He said, taking her lips with his briefly.





“Will you ever make love to me fully?” She asked her gaze lowered and her voice soft. Severus brushed his nose against hers and kissed her again.





“Soon.” He whispered, trailing kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck. “I will have you soon, never doubt that.” He felt her pulse throb against his lips and pulled back, knowing that if he didn’t stop he would have her sooner than she thought. “Enough now, we have to get up while we can.” He said, moving away from her.





“Hey, you are the one who pulled me back, I tried to get up.” She said, clutching the sheet against her and sitting up. “Where did you toss my ….” She looked over and Severus was holding her bra in one hand and her knickers in the other. “Oh, thank you.” She said, hiding beneath the sheet to redress.





“A little late for modesty isn’t it?” He asked, watching her wriggle beneath the sheets.





“You won’t let me see yours; you don’t get to see mine…..anymore at least.” She said. “When you are done showering and getting ready come to my place and I will make you breakfast.” She said, climbing out from beneath the sheets wearing her underwear, her hair in a wild tangle around her shoulders.





She made her way towards the door but before she could get out, Severus grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him for another kiss.



“I’ll be there shortly.” He said, turning her back towards the door and giving her a little swat to her bottom. She yelped, looking back at him over her shoulder with an amused expression before heading downstairs to collect her clothing and make her way through the floo network and into her own home.



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Hermione was leaning against the tiled shower wall, enjoying the feel of the hot water sluicing over her skin. She was lost in her daydreams when she felt a pair of rough hands slide over her back.



“It’s me, don’t panic.” She heard his familiar voice rumble against her ear as he pulled her back against him.





“What are you doing in my shower, Severus?” She asked, bracing her hands against the cold tiles as he feathered his touch down her spine.





“You invited me over, remember?” He kissed the back of her neck and slid his hands around to rest against her abdomen. He nibbled along her shoulders, pushing the sodden curls aside to clear his path.





“I invited you for breakfast, not a morning slip and slide.” She tilted her head to the side, making her throat readily available.





“Ah, well I interpreted it differently. Would you like me to leave?” He asked, sliding one hand up over her slick torso to stroke her breast.





“No, but I don’t understand why you torture yourself.” She said, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.





“Holding and touching you is far from torture.” He bit her earlobe gently then sucked the spot behind her ear. She shivered in his arms and he chuckled. “Sweet spot is it?” He asked, repeating his actions.





“I never thought so before.” Hermione pressed her bum into him, feeling his arousal pressing into her lower back. “Are you going to let me touch you?” She asked, desperately wanting to see him, to put her hands on him.





“Why?” He asked, his fingers tugging on the damp curls between her thighs. “Why do you want to touch me so badly?”





“I need to…I want to.” She said, breathing heavily as her arousal climbed higher with every touch, every word whispered against her ear. Severus turned her in his arms and pressed her back against the shower wall.





“How do you want to touch me?” He asked, taking her hand and pressing it against his cheek. Hermione let her fingers glide over his jaw, his cheekbones, down the bridge of his nose and across his lips. He had shaved before coming to her so his skin was smooth beneath her touch.





“I want to touch you all over.” She slid her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, surprised at his lean muscled frame. She had always assumed he would be rather pale and gaunt beneath his clothes.





Severus braced one hand on the wall above her head and slowly trailed the other over her breasts. Hermione mimicked his touch; brushing her thumb over his nipple and watching him smirk softly. When his fingers tickled over her rib cage and down to her stomach she followed suit. She ran her fingers over the trail of inky hair that swirled around his navel and darted below to the thick nest of curls that framed a rather impressive erection.





“Oh.” She stared at his member with a slight smile on her face. “I’m very glad you came over this morning, Severus.”





“So am I.” He said, chuckling softly. He couldn’t remember a single lover in his past that had amused him so much. Her humor and easy wit were refreshing. “Are you going to stare at it all morning?”





“I could.” She said, raking her nails gently over his lower abdomen. “But we do have to get to work at some point.” She wrapped her hand around him, her grip tightening when his fingers slid between her thighs.





“Hold me tighter.” He said, his lips brushing her ear. She increased her hold on him and slid her hand slowly up his shaft, brushing her thumb over the tip and around the mushroom shaped head. “That’s good….just like that.” He groaned softly, the sound vibrating all through her body. As she stroked him, he stroked her, their rhythm increasing steadily.





Her soft sighs and whimpers were accompanied by his own low groans and bellowing breaths. The sounds of their passion play ricocheting off of the ceramic tiles.





“Severus….” She sounded almost desperate as she called his name and the soft fluttering of her sex around his fingers told him she was close. He was barely hanging on to his control at that point, her soft little hand taking him to the edge.





“Now…..come for me now.” He whispered, flexing his fingers inside her and sending her soaring. Her hand tightened around him in that instant and he followed her, pressing against her so that he spilled his release against her thigh.





Severus removed his hand from between her thighs and wrapped his arm around her to hold her up before she slid down the wall.





“How is it your legs are still working?” She asked breathlessly, her hands clutching his shoulders. Severus laughed softly and held her tight against him.





“Let’s just say that males learn early on how to stay on their feet in the shower afterwards.” He chuckled.





“Oh, I guess I hadn’t really thought about it.” She said, blushing slightly as she imagined him in his shower every morning stroking him self to release. “But I will from now on.” She said.





“Can you stand?” He asked, loosening his hold on her. “We need to actually shower and get out before we become waterlogged.”





Once she was steady on her feet again they went through the motions of getting clean quickly. Severus groused a bit when Hermione washed his hair with a fruity scented shampoo, but he was willing to endure the scent for the feel of her fingers in his hair massaging his scalp.





Severus was dressed quickly and made him self comfortable on her bed as he watched her get ready.





“Why don’t you seem bothered by me watching you?” He asked, his gaze growing heated as she smoothed a pair of black silk stockings over her legs.







“Draco frequently sits with me when I get ready to go out so I’m used to company. Besides, you’ve seen everything already.” She said, stepping into her skirt and tucking her blouse into the waistband before zipping it up.







“Just how close are the two of you?” He asked, jealousy creeping in slowly. Hermione looked over her shoulder and laughed at his expression.





“Not that close! He talks to me through the bathroom door while I dress.” She said, reaching into her closet for a pair of shoes. “Though I will admit we have slept in the same bed.”





“I don’t want to hear this do I?” Severus said, his eyes narrowing.





“Nothing for you to be concerned about.” She said, leaning over him and kissing his lips quickly. “I’ve shared a bed with Harry and Ron too.” She laughed. “Friends, nothing more.”





“There better not be anything more, I don’t share well, Hermione.” His words were low and soft, almost menacing.





“Neither do I. Now get up and come downstairs so I can feed you.” She said, pulling him from her bed by his hand.





“I think you must like your men portly because you are constantly shoving food at me.” He frowned, following her out of her room and downstairs.





“Sorry, but one of the first things I noticed about you when I started working was that you tend to skip meals.” She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and pressed against him. “And I need you to keep your energy up.”





“Keep up with that sassy mouth of yours, Ms. Granger and you are going to earn a spanking.” Severus said, sliding his hands around her waist and giving her bottom a squeeze.





“I don’t know what to think of you like this.” She said, laying her hand against his cheek.





“I am more than just a former professor and school headmaster, Hermione. There was just no need for you to be aware of that before now.” He said, leaning down so he could place a soft kiss on the side of her neck and smell the sweet scent of her perfume.





“I suppose you’re right. Come on then.” She led him into her kitchen and made him breakfast. Before they headed back into the office, Severus took her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly, enjoying the intoxicated expression on her face as he tugged her into the fireplace behind him.