At the Shore of The Heart

They kissed.



Softly, Severus brushed his lips against hers, and Hermione ran her hands through his hair and pulled him closer. His hair was smooth and soft, and she caught a waft of bergamot and sandalwood, fragrances that made her think of him. His lips were warm and firm, and he tasted sweet, his mouth infused with a hint of red wine. With a low moan, she opened her lips slowly. His tongue probed her soft, wet mouth tentatively, and then with more desire, and they wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their bodies together, their hearts beating a rhythm against each other.



Suddenly, in the middle of the best snog Hermione had ever had, Severus broke away from her. He looked at her and she realised his eyes were wet, and his gaze betrayed his conflicting emotions as he pushed away from her and stood shakily to his feet.



‘Forgive me,’ he rasped, and walked back into the villa.



Hermione stared after him, trembling and pulsing from their heady kisses. She flinched slightly as she heard his bedroom door slam shut, but her throbbing crotch and the brush of her erect nipples against her cotton dress were clouding all rational thought. It wasn’t just Severus who needed some form of physical release, and she was damned if she was going to let him walk away from what he started. With a determined look, Hermione stood and followed him.



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When she reached his bedroom, she was determined not to knock. With a deep breath, and a silent prayer to Circe and whoever else might be listening, she pushed open the door slowly, stepped inside the dark room and closed it behind her with a small click.



Hermione could see Severus silhouetted by the open window. The moonlight was caressing his profile and shone silver on his glossy hair, and his nose, lips and chin were thrust into sharp relief. He was staring at nothing, his mouth set in a thin line and the muscles of his shoulders stretching his shirt taut against his back. Hermione felt a gush of moisture between her legs and wondered why she hadn’t noticed how gorgeous he was before now. He didn’t look at her, but he must have sensed she was there.



‘You should leave,’ he said flatly.



‘You think so?’ she said softly from the doorway.



‘You have already accused me of being ungentlemanly tonight. If you stay, I am in no doubt you will feel the need to say it again,’ he said, his voice thick with lust, desire or pain, Hermione couldn’t determine which. Perhaps it was a combination of all three. He turned slightly and looked at her, and Hermione’s eyes were immediately drawn to the erection straining against his fly.



Hermione took a small step closer, her eyes bright as she looked at him. ‘What are you scared of, Severus? You know me. And you must know by now that I rarely do anything I don’t want to do,’ she said softly, her voice low and trembling slightly. She stepped closer to him and he matched her movement, taking in her swollen lips and her erect nipples, dark shadows beneath her dress.



‘I am confused, Hermione. I feel I do not know myself. An hour ago, I turned down Ines, because my feelings for Lucy would not let me go any further than dinner. And yet I can kiss you, and want you, with no thought for my wife,’ he whispered.



Hermione smiled at him softly and walked up to him, placing her hand on his chest. She looked into his eyes, and felt the beating of his heart beneath her palm.



‘I’m safe, comfortable. That’s why. Let me help you take the next step, Severus,’ she whispered.



‘I do not love you, Hermione. I would be using you, abusing our friendship,’ he said, so quietly that Hermione could barely hear him. He was staring down at her, his eyes drinking in each contour of her face.



‘Just kiss me, Severus,’ Hermione whispered as she tipped her face to him, ‘I’m so wet, and I could really use the fuck.’



Severus growled, and in a split second he captured her lips with his own. Hermione held onto the front of his shirt tightly. His kiss was so drugging she thought she might fall, and as he wrapped his arms around her, she pushed her pubic bone against his erection, and they gasped into each other’s mouths. There was no holding back this time, for either of them. Severus allowed his hands to roam over Hermione’s lithe body, and he pushed her cardigan from her shoulders as he bent to kiss the hollow of her throat, his tongue licking her salty flesh firmly. He gathered up the light fabric of her dress, and in unspoken understanding, Hermione raised her arms and let him pull it over her head. She stood in front of him in just her thong, her breasts smooth and pert, and larger than he had thought they would be. Her nipples were a dark caramel colour, and they puckered slightly as the cool breeze from the window washed over them. Severus gazed at her for a moment and then turned, closing the shutters and blocking out the small amount of light cast by the moon.



As he turned back to her, he grabbed her hand and pulled her with him to the bed. He sat on the edge of the thick mattress and pulled her in front of him, running his hands across her lower back and kissing the soft rise of her stomach. Hermione ran her hands through his hair and held him close to her, then gasped as she felt his tongue snake into her belly button teasingly. Severus pulled her onto his knee, and she straddled him slowly as he started to kiss her breasts. He suckled at her nipples, softly at first and then with more ardour, until she was moaning and keening his name in his ears. With a deft movement, Severus pulled her onto the bed behind him, then stood and removed his clothes. They could barely see each other, but it didn’t matter. They felt each other.



Severus moved himself onto the bed and immediately rolled on top of her, kissing her passionately, his tongue thrusting hard into her willing mouth. His hand found the edge of her thong and he slipped his fingers under the slip of material and immediately inside her. She was soaking wet, and he groaned as his fingers slipped in and out of her tightness.



‘Oh, fuck,’ Hermione gasped, and began to shudder at his touch. Severus took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, while his fingers found her clit and ran over the top of it with a feather light touch that was maddening and wonderful at the same time. Hermione could feel her orgasm building, and she started to buck against him as he moved his head to her mouth. He sucked at her bottom lip and bit her a little, and she cried out as she came fiercely, her vagina tightening in spasm as he inserted two fingers inside her.



‘So tight,’ he hissed, his lust taking over. He grabbed her thong and pulled at it, ripping the thin elastic.



Hermione was woozy from her orgasm, but her hands ran down his back to his buttocks and she dug her nails in a little, before moving to his crotch and taking his thick hard cock in her hand. She squeezed him hard and whispered in his ear ‘Fuck me.’



Severus raised himself up on his arms and used his legs to push her thighs apart. He looked down at her, and their eyes met. There was no disguising their need for each other, and as he rested the head of his cock against her entrance, he smiled at her.



‘You asked for this. Remember that,’ he hissed, and with a deep groan, he pushed his length into her firmly.



Hermione bit her lip and almost cried out in pain. He was a lot bigger than what she had been used to, and she squeezed her eyes shut as he began to move inside her. He started to grunt, and Hermione realised he was losing control. He started to thrust harder, and she winced slightly as she felt him nudging her cervix. A warm feeling started to flood her pussy as he increased his pace, and Hermione looked up at him. He has his eyes closed, and a thin line of sweat ran down his chest. He changed the pattern of his thrusts, twisting his pelvis slightly. The effect was mind blowing, and Hermione felt her vagina relax as he hit her clit with each delicious thrust.



‘Oh gods, Severus, yes,’ she said.



‘Come for me,’ he grunted, ‘I want to feel you come.’



Hermione melted at his words and felt her orgasm building quickly.



‘Don’t stop, Severus, oh fuck, fuck,’ she shouted, ‘ Yes!’



Hermione lost control of her body and bucked beneath him as her orgasm washed over her. She felt her juices spurt over his cock, and he stopped his thrusting briefly. Hooking her leg over his arm, he began to move his hips quickly, thrusting the tip of his cock into her over and over again. It felt incredible to her and she started to whimper with pleasure that didn’t seem to end as he moved his thumb to her clit.



‘Again,’ he hissed, and as Hermione shouted out again, he thrust hard and exploded inside her, pulse after pulse of thick, creamy sperm coating her insides, his balls pressing against her pussy and throbbing, hot and warm against her. He panted and then collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.



Severus laid his head on the pillow, his cock still inside her, and he began to weep. Hermione could feel his shoulders shaking. She kissed the bare flesh in front of her and held him until they fell asleep.



*****



When Hermione awoke the next morning, she was still in Severus’s bed; the sheet tangled around her, her hair a curly mess on the pillow. She turned and looked around the room.



It was completely empty.



Severus had left already.









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Ooooh...... it was worth the wait, yes? And I think it may have answered a few questions?