Custody Battle

A/N: Finally! A chapter with some lemony goodness!


Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she tumbled through the door with Severus, half expecting to fall on the floor just atop him. But his strong arms caught hold of the molding of the doorframe, keeping them on their feet. The door closed and Severus wrapped both arms around her, fingers running up and down her back as he pulled her closer. Her lips trembled against his and she practically moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair.

Before she knew it she was backed against the bed, knees bending as she sank down into it. His body was heavy atop hers, but the good kind of heavy, as she found her hips arching up into him, trying to bring herself to stretch fully out on the bed. It was smaller than the one that had been in her room with Blake but she didn’t seem to care about that now. Gripping the sheets she cried out, his lips having left hers, suckling at the sensitive skin of her flesh.

He did not hesitate, his hands coming to her blouse and pulling it off. There would be no begging, no pleading with her to make the right decision, she would not have a chance to opt out; he wouldn’t let her. It had been too long coming, this deep desire that swelled inside of him like a raging storm, ready to break lose at any moment but always forced down under that shield of calm.

Fingers met skin, all too eagerly tracing her shoulders and then her arms, then over her ribs and stomach. She was gorgeous. His hands were tugging her shoulders up off the mattress and she leaned up into his arms, wrapping her own around his back, tugging at his shirt. Severus managed to unhook her bra about the same time that Hermione had gotten his shirt untucked and pulled it up over his head.

She had never seen his chest, but smiled, taking her lips to each taught pink nipple, no larger than a pearl, and laved her tongue around them as well. He growled, pushing her back beneath him, cupping her breasts before lowering his head to them, swirling his tongue over her areola and then over her nipple, stiffening them before nipping at them, smiling in satisfaction as her whimpered moans filled his ear.

He ground his hips down and she gasped, already panting. The bulging erection nestled between her legs, straining against his boxers and trousers to be free. It was different, she wasn’t crying out because he was forcing himself to her, not like eleven years ago. She was crying out because she needed him, wanted him, her hips arching mercilessly up into his, fingers raking nails down his back, trying to break skin.

Their lips met as his head was tugged back up toward her and she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. Raking her teeth over that sensitive pad, she groaned as he bucked his hips against hers. “Take your trousers off…” she whimpered, needy, desperate. How long had she been holding herself back? It didn’t matter, she was there, ready to give in.

His fingers moved between them and he pulled himself back off her. She growled in frustration, the loss of his warm skin almost too much to bare, but she took the moment to wriggle her own trousers down from her hips and kick her knickers off, exposing herself to him. “Hurry up,” she hissed and he smiled, pulling the trousers, boxers, and socks off all in one sweeping motion down his legs. He was much larger than she remembered, but her grin encouraged him as he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back down.

“Severus…” she whimpered, He was hovering over her, but she pulled him down until their bodies touched in every available place. Her hand was between them, stroking at his raging erection, spreading the pearly drop of precum that she couldn’t see all around the swollen head of his member. Chests heaving, both hearts racing, he nudged himself to her entrance, forcing her to release his shaft.

“Hermi—” his lips were covered with hers, and he thrust forward, burying himself in her tight, slick heat. She moaned into his mouth and he growled, velvety tongues swiping over one another, her nails digging into his arse, trying to force him into her deeper. His hands tangled in her hair as he pulled slowly out and slammed his hips forward.

A tiny bead of sweat was forming on her temple and his lips caught it as they broke away from the searing kiss. His pubic hair rubbed against hers, his balls slamming against her flesh, the slapping sound filling the room as he began to stroke into her a little harder. She was practically dripping with arousal, her legs trembling as they tried to clmp around them.

Just as he’d begun to speed up, Severus slowed his thrusts until he pulled completely out of her and she cried out. “What?” But his hands firmly grabbed each of her ankles, hoisting them high up over his arms until the bend of her knee was situated over his shoulders. A shuddering cry escaped her as he forced himself forward once more at this newfound, deeper angle.

With every stroke he made, it seemed hat Severus hit her core for she bucked madly, trying to force her hips up into his as if trying to meld their flesh into one. Her whimpers and cries were loud enough that he was sure she would wake the children. It was easier to lean forward and suckle her nipple, nipping it roughly, with her legs flung up over his shoulders.

Sweat was slick between them, where his chest touched her belly when he leaned over to take her other nipple into his mouth. She was practically tugging his hair out by the roots, her fingers were so twisted in his raven tresses, but she could hardly keep her body from keening and rocking about, shuddering and trembling as he drove on. The bed rocked, shaking the frame, slamming against the wall in heavy rhythmic thumps.

“Good Gods!” she cried and then nearly began to shriek, feeling his hand come between them. Her legs were starting to feel numb with tingles. He drove into her, faster and faster, his knees bracing him, his hands roaming over her breasts, one between them, as he kissed her hard. Their lips were bruising against each other’s as his tongue fought in a battle of wills against hers, trying to claim her mouth.

All too quickly his thumb found that telltale bundle of nerves and was working large, lazy circles around it, adding pressure with every stroke he made into her tight cavern. She was arching, back completely off the bed, but head still back on the pillow and her body was shaking. “Close! So— oh— ah…right…” she panted, gasping, sobbing. “Please— so— oh so clo— ah!” she cried as he thrust nearly triple time into her, circling his thumb wildly about.

“Severus! Severus!” she cried, her face contorting as her muscles spasmed around him, her entire body filled with the shaking. White hot bolts seemed to shoot up her spine and tiny colored lights, not dissimilar from the ones they had seen earlier in the fireworks, danced behind her lids as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her toes curled, feet feeling cold with numb tingles as her climax filled her body.

He growled, fighting those tight milking muscles as best he could. But her nails in his arse and fingers tugging against his scalp, the right balance of pleasure and pain, and with a hard deep thrust, he too was climaxing, her name on his lips. Hot jets of seed shot forth inside of her as his muscle was milked. Panting filled the room, heaving chests touching one another, each trembling and moaning from their climax.

It was another full moment before Severus finished, his cock falling a bit, though not entirely flaccid as he pulled his hips back. His lips covered hers as he slowly rolled to the side and she turned on her side, facing him, pressing her chest to his. Neither had regained control of their breath, each racing heartbeat thrumming against the other as their chests were pressed together. Her shaking hand found the covers first, pulling them with amazing strength up over their bodies, snuggling her head into his chest.

His eyes were fluttering slowly closed and hers were already there as natural breath returned to them. The lights seemed to dim, darken, and finally douse, of their own accord, but neither was the wiser as both had fallen into a fit of exhaustion in each other’s arms. Hermione and Severus were silently sleeping as their heartbeats slowed, their lungs accepted the slower flow of oxygen, and their mixed coupling dried on the insides of the two lover’s thighs.