Love is Blind

Chapter 14

Severus sat silently gaping at the woman before him.
Did she just suggest what he thought she did? Certainly not. Women did not hit
on Severus Snape let alone suggest anything remotely sexual. She had sounded so
innocent when she asked, “What if the subject gave you consent first?” Severus
had replayed it in his mind about ten times and everything was still fogged in
his brain.

He loved this woman. He would jump off the Astronomy
Tower if she asked him to. So why was it so hard for him to comprehend that she
just propositioned him. He could think of nothing better than taking her in his
arms and making love to her, to hear his name on her lips in the throws of
passion. But then, why was he sitting there with his mouth hanging open like a
catatonic fish?

It seemed like many minutes had passed since she
asked him the stupidest question she could ever have asked. What possessed her
to say that? It was true that she would most definitely consent, but still. He
was sitting very still and quiet. Hermione half expected for him to stand and
quickly run out of the room. She kept berating herself, her smile fading, until
he gently cupped her face. Slowly he raised her face to his and pressed his
lips to hers.

It was not a gentle kiss, per se, but it was not
demanding. He took only what she would give. Softly breaking away, he did not
let his hands leave her face. “Hermione? Tell me what you want, love.”

“You.”

Severus had never heard her voice that low. She must
have inhaled too much of the pheromone. That was it! This was all because of
that damned, stupid vile. What made him use it to test her? He knew it was
wrong, what possessed him to do it? She did, plain and simple. Her
voice, her scent, her laugh, her lips and the kisses from those lips, he could
go on and on. He knew damned well why he did it. What he needed to know was if
this was real. He could only hope.

Hermione could feel his apprehension and realized how
much she probably just shocked him. It wasn’t everyday that your colleague and
ex-student tells you that she wants to take you to bed. She smiled inwardly at
her courage to even think it, let alone say it out loud, to him. She knew the
pheromone was a trap, she knew he was testing her. Then she felt his hands
slowly drop from her face and he was starting to move back, away from her. She
had told him exactly what she wanted, why was he so scared?

Suddenly, it hit her like a ton of bricks… the
pheromone. He thinks all of this is from the pheromone. She reached out and
grasped his hands in hers. “Severus, you do realize that human pheromone has to
be either injected or ingested to have the effect you were speaking of.
Inhaling the extract does nothing to the subject. This is me saying this.” Her
voice dropped to almost a whisper. “I want to make love with you,” she said
silkily as she leaned up to kiss him again.

He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms tightly
around her waist. Her kisses were hungry and full of passion, his mirroring
them fervently. She opened her mouth, and he took the opportunity to explore,
with both his hands and his mouth. Their tongues warred each other brieflyforefore he started trailing kisses across her jaw and down her slender neck. He
paused to gently suck on the soft skin where her neck and shoulder meet, leaving
a small red mark.

Severus’ heart was bursting. He had never expected to
hear those words coming from her. This had been an ongoing fantasy for years,
and now she was giving herself to him. He wanted this to be special, not just
some romp between the sheets. He let his nervous hands venture under her blouse
to caress the soft skin on her back. She was so warm, he could just stay like
this, holding her, rubbing her, kissing her forever.

Hermione was in heaven. Her body was responding more
aggressively than it ever had before. Severus’ mouth moved slowly across her
jaw and down the column of her neck. Reaching up, she wrapped her fingers in
his silky hair pulling him deeper in her embrace. His name escaped her lips
when he caught her earlobe between his teeth. Hermione then realized that this
was enough torture. She needed to feel him, his skin against her own.

Her hands started pulling on his robes, but he
stopped her. “Why don’t we go back to your rooms? I don’t think the lab is an
appropriate place for this,” he said breathlessly. Her nod was all the consent
he needed. He grabbed her hand and led her into the corridor toward her rooms.
“Roses,” he said as they reached her portrait. Pulling her inside, he had her
pinned against the wall in a desperate kiss, before the door even closed.

Hands fumbled with robes. Lips and tongues tasted
exposed flesh. I a not-short-enough amount of time, their clothes were strewn
across the room and a naked Severus was pulling a nearly-naked Hermione into
the bedroom.

“Hermione, are you certain?”

“Severus, I have never been more sure of anything in
my life,” she whispered as she pulled him closer, causing them both to tumble
back onto the bed.

Lying on his side next to her, he let his hands
wander over her sensuous curves. This morning when he had carried her from the
shower, he didn’t take the chance to notice how voluptuous she was. Slowly he
unclasped her bra and pushed it down her arms, revealing her milky white
breasts. His mouth covered a dusky pink nipple, smiling when he heard a small
whimper escape from her. His tongue and teeth teased the hardening nub while
his other hand kneaded the other breast softly. He heard his name in a breath
again. It had been so long since he heard his name said like that. He loved it.

He stopped and looked down at Hermione. She was lying
wantonly underneath him, gloriously naked. Her hair fanned across the pillow in
a chestnut halo. He waved his hand over her face with a whispered, “Finite
Incantatum.” Then he softly kissed the skin covering her eyes. “That’s better.”
His voice was low and husky, but still sounded like smooth velvet. “I kept
looking at those eyes, but I didn’t see you in them. It’s not the same. I want
to see you, not the glamour,” he said as he kissed her squarely on the lips.

Hermione knew that there were many sides to Severus
Snape. He had exposed her to a few of them over the past few days. This side of
him, was definitely her favorite. He was so sensual and loving. She had never
felt so worshipped as she did in his arms. She smiled as she felt his hand
smoothly run over her breasts and down her stomach. When his hand gently cupped
the mound of silky curls between her legs, she thought her insides had turned
to jelly. He inserted a finger into her core and she gasped. He pulled away
suddenly. “Did I hurt you?” he asked frantically.

“No, Severus. It felt good. You didn’t hurt me, it’s
all right.”

Severus propped himself up on his elbow while his
other hand softly drew circles across her belly. “Hermione, I’m sorry. It’s
just that…” he cleared his throat, unsure of what to say, but knowing he had to
say it. He sounded like an innocent child rather than the brooding,
self-assured man that he usually was. “I have had sex more times that I care to
remember, but that’s all it was… sex. It was more for power and gratification,
not love and caring and trust. I have only made love once and that was a very
long time ago. I am afraid that I don’t remember how to make love to a woman. I
don’t want this just to be sex. I want to show you what you mean to me.”

Hermione reached up to cup his face. Her thumb wiped
away a small tear from his cheek. “Severus, for once, make your brain rest and
let your heart take control. Just the fact that you were worried about hurting
me, shows me what I mean to you. Just follow what your heart wants. I will let
you know if you hurt me, but I doubt you will.” She pulled him down to her and
captured his lips in a fierce kiss full of every emotion she could possibly
feel for this man.

Her hands softly played along his sides, urging him
to settle between her legs. He kissed her hungrily as his erection pressed
against her and rolled his hips slightly, asking for permission. Spreading her
legs further, she grasped his buttocks and pushed him against her, then reached
down between them and guided him into her. They both moaned at the sensation of
their joining. He stayed still for a few moments, afraid that if he moved, he
would explode right there. All normal brain function was gone and all that
mattered was he and the woman underneath him.

Hermione started moving her hips slowly, showing him
that she was ready and wanted more. He took the hint and pulled out slightly
before burying himself in her again. The rhythm was smooth, and their bodies
fit together perfectly. It was incredible. Severus had never felt anything like
this, it was well beyond any dream, fantasy or experience he had ever had. She
seemed to know every movement before he made it. He could feel her hands on him
before they even grazed the skin. They were connecting in a way that neither
one expected.

As his normal thought processes returned, Severus
tried to rationalize what was happening. Could this be it? Could she possibly
be the one? His soul mate? He shook the thoughts away as he was brought back to
reality by fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.  He looked down
at her face to see if he had hurt her. The sexy smile on her face told him
differently. He lost himself once more in the feel of her around him. She felt
so good, and he told her as much.

“Severus... this is… oh, gods…” she said between
breaths as he felt her body spasm around him causing himself to lose control.
He moaned her name as he came, filling her, pushing himself to the hilt. Her
arms came around him, holding him to her as her orgasm flowed. His name escaped
her lips as the final wave hit her and they both collapsed in ecstasy.

“I have never felt anything like that,” she whispered
after catching her breath.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” he smiled back as he
rolled off to lie beside her, his arms pulling her close.

She nuzzled into him, basking in the afterglow of
their lovemaking. She smiled at the realization that her most hated professor,
her stoic colleague, the man she was in love with, was the best lover she would
probably ever have. It was amazing, the way she could feel his move before he
made it. It was like she could see straight into his heart. She knew how to
please him and he definitely knew how to please her. He never had a thing to
worry about, he didn’t forget how to make love to a woman. If anything, he had
remembered and perfected it.

His arms wrapped tighter around her and one hand came
up to push a loose hair behind her ear. “Hermione, promise me that I didn’t
hurt you.”

“I promise. You were wonderful,” she sighed as she
pressed her lips to his. When she pulled away and curled up against his chest,
he could feel a slight apprehension coming from her.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked e ste stroked her
back.

“Will you be here in the morning?”

“Do you want me here in the morning?”

“More than anything,” she said honestly. He could
think of no other place he would rather be when he woke up in the morning. He
kissed the top of her head and soon fell asleep holding her tightly in his
arms.