#2 ~ What Was I Thinking ~ Part 2 (Small Edit)
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356
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Never, Until Now
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. The situations are mine.
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Chapter 20 ~ Never, Until Now
Severus took Hermione by the hand and walked her to the front of the fireplace.
“Stand there,” he said brusquely
She did, arms at her side, the glow of the fire illuminating the curves of her body through her nightgown, leaving very little for the imagination.
Severus raked his eyes over her appreciatively, then turned and walked over to the liquor cabinet. He retrieved his brandy and a glass, then walked to the armchair directly in front of her and placed both bottle and glass on the table. He poured himself a drink.
Hermione admired his nude body. His silken hair swept over his shoulders and curtained his face as he leaned forward to prepared his libation. His body, so pale, was lean, taunt and athletically muscular as if he went through a strenuous daily regimen. His back was scarred, but beautiful, because every wicked welt was a raised testimony to his bravery and self-sacrifice for others.. And to think, she could run her hands and lips over those scars, those muscles, that long, beautiful frame with abandon whenever she wished. Only her. She was his now. He had claimed her.
Severus sat down in the chair. He leaned back, dark eyes considering her, so lovely before the fire. He took a sip of brandy thoughtfully before he spoke.
“You bested me, you know. Made me kowtow to your wishes. Although I have come to the conclusion that this is a good thing, technically this is not a good thing.”
Hermione stood there silently burning under his gaze.
He held up his drink, swirling the amber liquor and watched the fire flicker through the glass for a moment, then turned his black eyes back to Hermione.
“Gryffindors may be taught to lose graciously,” he said, “but that is hardly the Slytherin way. My dignity is sorely damaged, and my pride has suffered quite a blow too, irregardless of how pleasantly the situation has rectified itself.” His voice dropped to a dangerous timbre, “I do not like losing, Hermione, even when the loss is to my advantage.”
Hermione began to tremble at the threat in his voice. But it wasn’t fear. Not by a long shot.
“What do you think I should do to alleviate my sense of outrage, Hermione?” he asked, leveling his eyes on hers.
“Employ your great penchant for forgiveness and mercy?” she answered nervously, taking a stab at humor. His eyes glittered.
“Hardly,” he replied, “But during your successful attempt at “turning the tables” by appealing to my …shall we say ‘baser nature’, you mentioned a number of acts you were willing to perform or have performed on you to please me if I accepted you. You also stated an act you wanted me to do. Tell me, did you mean them, or was it all a part of the game you were playing?
Hermione felt cold and hot at the same time. Her mouth had said some things in the moment that she wasn’t sure her body could back up. Severus saw the hesitation in her eyes.
“Hermione,” he said softly, “as passionate as you are, you are still virginal in my estimation. I am a hard man to please, and yet, even with your inexperience, you please me. I would not force any act on you against your will, nothing you don’t feel you are ready for.”
Then his eyes grew hard.
“But in the same vein, if you agreed to an act, I would see it through for my pleasure. So you must be very sure about what you offer me, because I will take you without reservation, until its satisfactory completion.”.
He looked at the beautiful witch before him.
I am not a man of half-measures, Hermione. I have very powerful needs, and am fully capable of hurting you badly, even beyond your urges, though I have no wish to. I am a man of restraint in every other area of my life, but this one. This one is my freedom, my release,” he paused as his eyes swept over her again, “and maybe, my redemption.”
“The night in the flat, after I had taken you on the wall, I saw the bruising on your back. Hermione, I felt remorse, but at the same time you must realize that having tasted you, I wanted to have you again. I waited a long time for your passion to bring you to me, and I was frustrated. Angry. Once I started fucking you, trying to stop possessing you was like trying to stop breathing. It wasn’t possible…and it still isn’t possible.”
Severus’ eyes suddenly smoldered with such a wild, feral desire, Hermione’s breath caught in her throat.
“If I had my way, Hermione, I would take you to the Manor and lock the doors with you for at least a week, spending almost all my time fucking you in every way possible, innocence be damned. Even now, it is only your inexperience that keeps me from ruthlessly taking from you all the pleasures you promised me tonight without giving you a choice in the matter.”
He took another sip of brandy, swirled it in his mouth, then swallowed. He sat the glass down and leaned forward toward Hermione, his voice becoming almost wistful
“I have never had a woman bathe my body with her mouth and her tongue. My experiences were never that involved, that intimate. The women I have been with were not lovers, just vessels for my need. The desire to perform such an act freely would require either great affection…or love, and since I have never had a woman who felt that way about me…”
“Until now…“ Hermione said softly, moving toward him, “I feel that way, Severus. I would kiss you, lick you everywhere to give you pleasure.”
Severus swallowed. Enough of being…noble.
“So,” he asked his eyes dark with lust, “how much of that seduction did you really mean?”
“All of it, Severus…if all is what you want.” she replied, clasping her hands in front of her, and dropping her eyes.
In the white silk nightgown, standing before the fire with her eyes lowered, chestnut curls gently flowing over her shoulders, she looked…she looked like an angel. And he was burning like Lucifer himself. He couldn’t hold back any more.
He leapt from the chair, scooped Hermione up in his arms, and swiftly carried her towards his bedroom. Black eyes burned into amber.
“It’s what I want,” he said, pushing the door open with his foot, and sidling through.
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A/N: ooh. The tension. I love how just Severus’ words can make you want to say…yes lord yes
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Chapter 20 ~ Never, Until Now
Severus took Hermione by the hand and walked her to the front of the fireplace.
“Stand there,” he said brusquely
She did, arms at her side, the glow of the fire illuminating the curves of her body through her nightgown, leaving very little for the imagination.
Severus raked his eyes over her appreciatively, then turned and walked over to the liquor cabinet. He retrieved his brandy and a glass, then walked to the armchair directly in front of her and placed both bottle and glass on the table. He poured himself a drink.
Hermione admired his nude body. His silken hair swept over his shoulders and curtained his face as he leaned forward to prepared his libation. His body, so pale, was lean, taunt and athletically muscular as if he went through a strenuous daily regimen. His back was scarred, but beautiful, because every wicked welt was a raised testimony to his bravery and self-sacrifice for others.. And to think, she could run her hands and lips over those scars, those muscles, that long, beautiful frame with abandon whenever she wished. Only her. She was his now. He had claimed her.
Severus sat down in the chair. He leaned back, dark eyes considering her, so lovely before the fire. He took a sip of brandy thoughtfully before he spoke.
“You bested me, you know. Made me kowtow to your wishes. Although I have come to the conclusion that this is a good thing, technically this is not a good thing.”
Hermione stood there silently burning under his gaze.
He held up his drink, swirling the amber liquor and watched the fire flicker through the glass for a moment, then turned his black eyes back to Hermione.
“Gryffindors may be taught to lose graciously,” he said, “but that is hardly the Slytherin way. My dignity is sorely damaged, and my pride has suffered quite a blow too, irregardless of how pleasantly the situation has rectified itself.” His voice dropped to a dangerous timbre, “I do not like losing, Hermione, even when the loss is to my advantage.”
Hermione began to tremble at the threat in his voice. But it wasn’t fear. Not by a long shot.
“What do you think I should do to alleviate my sense of outrage, Hermione?” he asked, leveling his eyes on hers.
“Employ your great penchant for forgiveness and mercy?” she answered nervously, taking a stab at humor. His eyes glittered.
“Hardly,” he replied, “But during your successful attempt at “turning the tables” by appealing to my …shall we say ‘baser nature’, you mentioned a number of acts you were willing to perform or have performed on you to please me if I accepted you. You also stated an act you wanted me to do. Tell me, did you mean them, or was it all a part of the game you were playing?
Hermione felt cold and hot at the same time. Her mouth had said some things in the moment that she wasn’t sure her body could back up. Severus saw the hesitation in her eyes.
“Hermione,” he said softly, “as passionate as you are, you are still virginal in my estimation. I am a hard man to please, and yet, even with your inexperience, you please me. I would not force any act on you against your will, nothing you don’t feel you are ready for.”
Then his eyes grew hard.
“But in the same vein, if you agreed to an act, I would see it through for my pleasure. So you must be very sure about what you offer me, because I will take you without reservation, until its satisfactory completion.”.
He looked at the beautiful witch before him.
I am not a man of half-measures, Hermione. I have very powerful needs, and am fully capable of hurting you badly, even beyond your urges, though I have no wish to. I am a man of restraint in every other area of my life, but this one. This one is my freedom, my release,” he paused as his eyes swept over her again, “and maybe, my redemption.”
“The night in the flat, after I had taken you on the wall, I saw the bruising on your back. Hermione, I felt remorse, but at the same time you must realize that having tasted you, I wanted to have you again. I waited a long time for your passion to bring you to me, and I was frustrated. Angry. Once I started fucking you, trying to stop possessing you was like trying to stop breathing. It wasn’t possible…and it still isn’t possible.”
Severus’ eyes suddenly smoldered with such a wild, feral desire, Hermione’s breath caught in her throat.
“If I had my way, Hermione, I would take you to the Manor and lock the doors with you for at least a week, spending almost all my time fucking you in every way possible, innocence be damned. Even now, it is only your inexperience that keeps me from ruthlessly taking from you all the pleasures you promised me tonight without giving you a choice in the matter.”
He took another sip of brandy, swirled it in his mouth, then swallowed. He sat the glass down and leaned forward toward Hermione, his voice becoming almost wistful
“I have never had a woman bathe my body with her mouth and her tongue. My experiences were never that involved, that intimate. The women I have been with were not lovers, just vessels for my need. The desire to perform such an act freely would require either great affection…or love, and since I have never had a woman who felt that way about me…”
“Until now…“ Hermione said softly, moving toward him, “I feel that way, Severus. I would kiss you, lick you everywhere to give you pleasure.”
Severus swallowed. Enough of being…noble.
“So,” he asked his eyes dark with lust, “how much of that seduction did you really mean?”
“All of it, Severus…if all is what you want.” she replied, clasping her hands in front of her, and dropping her eyes.
In the white silk nightgown, standing before the fire with her eyes lowered, chestnut curls gently flowing over her shoulders, she looked…she looked like an angel. And he was burning like Lucifer himself. He couldn’t hold back any more.
He leapt from the chair, scooped Hermione up in his arms, and swiftly carried her towards his bedroom. Black eyes burned into amber.
“It’s what I want,” he said, pushing the door open with his foot, and sidling through.
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A/N: ooh. The tension. I love how just Severus’ words can make you want to say…yes lord yes