Tension in the Laboratory

Sorry for that unfinished chapter. Here's the full version.

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Snape rolled Hermione under him, his mouth coming down in a warm crush on hers. Her heart skipped a beat, then began pounding. He wanted her, too! She lifted her thighs over his hips, hiking up her night dress, and ran her hands up his warm, bare back to knead his shoulders. She couldn’t get him close enough. Without thinking, she lifted her pelvis against his. At once, his long hands slid under her buttocks and pulled her solidly against his groin. A little shudder rippled through her. He raised his mouth from hers.

“Don’t hold back,” he said, just above her lips. “You don’t trust me.”

Hermione felt as if her body were wax, molding itself to him, opening for him. Her nerves were screaming for his touch, his release. Her throat felt swollen. “I want to,” she whispered. “I just, just, see that you might hurt me.”

“If I survive tomorrow, I’ll make you trust me—little Miss Granger.” He rolled his hips against hers. “Open for me.”

She obeyed, feeling another surge of swollen wetness in her knickers. She felt his weight shift and saw him groping for something on the bedside table. He found his wand and brought it up near her temple. That made her flinch instinctively. He let the knuckles of his wand hand touch her cheek. Then he said a few spells she didn’t recognize.

“What were those?”

He set the wand back down. “Something for your head. And contraception.”

Hermione gulped, remembering her conversation with Ginny. “You’re sure they’re the latest spells for that?”

His head swiveled toward hers. “Of course I—who’s put that rubbish into your head? That Weasley tart?”

Hermione reddened down to her collarbone. She tried to shift her body away, but Snape used his hand and his weight to keep his cock pressed between her thighs. “I only—“ she began, but Snape broke in harshly, “I don’t care who said it. I don’t care, Hermione.”

His lips were on hers again, and gradually, she realized he had mastered his anger. She relaxed, letting her legs come back around his. He lifted one of her thighs higher on his hip, anchoring her in place again with his other hand under her arse. For long moments they continued like that, their lips exploring each other’s, Snape pressing against her sex through their clothes, Hermione arching underneath him, her legs wrapped around his semi-clothed body. Each time Hermione tried to tempt him to take another step toward true completion, Snape gave her just a taste of what could be, pushing his cock more firmly against her swollen tissues or sliding his hands just under her knickers to separate her arse cheeks. At times, the stimulation was so intense that her nerves retreated into numbness. But he always seemed to sense this, and would withdraw just a bit, letting her breathing return closer to normal, before pushing the limits even further by hooking her knee with his arm and holding one of her legs high while delving deep within her knickers with the fingers of his other hand, his exploration becoming bolder and more insistent each time.

Hermione felt his thumb push open one of her labia, holding the soft, slippery flesh open, then shoving his hugely engorged cock into her center, letting their clothes be the only barrier against penetration. She spread her thighs as wide as she could and clutched at his buttocks through his trousers. He tore his lips from hers and pushed the nightdress high. In the dimness she saw his eyes glittering like black diamonds. She yanked the nightdress over her head. Just as her breasts were exposed, his hands came up to plump them together. Jerkily, she pulled the garment off entirely and dropped it to the floor just as Snape’s mouth descended on one highly sensitized nipple. As his teeth closed carefully around it, Hermione felt yet another rush of wetness from her hugely congested sex . She exhaled on a groan.

Her fingers flew everywhere on him, his hair, his chest, then finally, she pushed her hands deep under the waistband of his trousers. One hand found his warm cock, the other hand cupped his heavy balls. He made some noise and nuzzled his teeth around her nipple, rolling it and bringing his tongue into play. Then he moved his mouth to the other nipple, keeping his fingers squeezing the first. His position made it easy for him to control her body and keep her breasts and sex available to him.

Keeping one hand on her breast, he used the other to wrench down the crotch of her knickers as low as he could get them, then he moved down her body and took them in his teeth, pulling them down the rest of the way. Hermione could only stare at him, crouched near her feet. He pulled off his own trousers and boxers. She watched his cock spring out. Then he spread her thighs and gently opened her with his thumbs.

Hermione had never felt so exposed. “Severus,” she whispered. He looked up, the black eyes opaque. “You don’t,” she squirmed to say the word and her mouth was dry, “l-love me. You want me for other reasons. You won’t tell me why. I trust you with anything for the Order. But for myself…how can I trust you?”

He lowered his head, his eyes on her all the while, and touched the tip of his tongue to a point just behind her clitoris. Then he pressed slightly between her labia and let his tongue push upward. Hermione unwillingly closed her eyes. It felt so good. So good. How did he know how to do these things? Her hands came down to stroke his hair, though it was stringy. As soon as he felt that, his tongue moved back to her clitoris and she felt his finger at the entrance of her tight canal.

As he still said nothing, Hermione’s mind thrashed around. Should she leave? Prompt him to reply?

His finger slipped slowly up her, never losing contact with the thrumming nerves on the roof of her pussy, and then he said, “You trust me with anything for the Order. Why?” The finger was making tiny movements inside her, stroking hidden places Hermione had never known existed.

“I see all you do—oh!” The finger slid slightly deeper into her. “How you risk yourself—ah…” He was stroking a special spot. She raised her legs and knew that orgasm would not be far off he continued. “Ah, stop. Stop. Severus. I’ll—"

“What?”

“Let me talk.”

The finger slowed. Hermione half-opened her eyes, viewing him through her lashes. His own eyes were lazy and heavy-lidded.

“I see what you’ve accomplished for the Order. And I know why. That’s why I trust you with the Order.”

“But not for yourself?” The words were light, and threatening.

“Give me a reason,” she said, jutting out her chin.

“I thought I was.” The finger made a slight side-to-side motion inside her.

“Ah...! That’s so good! ...You know that. You’ve had a bit of practice. I mean a real reason.” She half-rose, on her elbow. “I’m not joking.”

“Sh. Lie back down.”

Slowly, she eased herself back onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. He was over her again now, his face close to hers and most of his weight pinning her to the bed. He slid his arm under her neck. His other hand pulled one of her legs around him again. Just as Hermione wondered if she had capitulated too early, that he wouldn’t tell her anything, he said, “I asked you to marry me. Did you forget?”

“I thought you had.”

He moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy. “I never forget.”

His cock head slid just within her. Hermione shuddered. He would have to stop. She would come, still not knowing anything. “You haven’t mentioned it since,” she said, closing her eyes.

He let the head of his cock push in just to the ring of muscle inside her. Then he bent his head to whisper directly in her ear:

“I want you, Hermione. I want to hear you stammer my name when I make you come. And I want that insufferable, know-it-all brain on my side when I face the Dark Lord.” He flexed his hips, and his cock head pushed open her pussy walls. He lifted her leg high, and suddenly, she felt her clitoris flush with the shaft of his cock, which he was moving in small increments in and out of her, each time pushing a little deeper within her. Hermione felt urgency sweep over her.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, cutting through the fog of pleasure starting to cloud all Hermione’s thought and judgment.

For a second, she couldn’t speak. Then she gasped, “Need your, your—-" He waited. He would not help her. What word did he want? How should she say it? He pulled his cock out to just the ridge of the head, letting her clitoris feel the thickness. Frantically, she tried to ride it, to move that ring in and out of her pussy.

“Tell me!”

She writhed beneath him, on the edge of a massive orgasm that just would not come without help. “Need your c-cock!” she said gutturally. “Need it deep!”

He rammed it up her until it hit the mouth of her womb, then began riding her hard, never losing contact with her tumescent clitoris. Hermione quivered before orgasm crashed over her, wave on wave. She could hear her voice as if from far away making noises she never thought she would make. Just as she thought she was coming down, she felt his cock thicken, and the dilation of her pussy walls careened her into another climax fast on the heels of the first. She heard herself mewing in a high-pitched voice.

“Say my name!” Snape commanded, his control sounding ragged. “Say it!”

“S-Severus!”

He made that odd sound she now associated with his own release, and felt his movements slow before the head of his cock seemed to swell enormously inside her, followed closely by spreading warmth. He collapsed half on her, supporting some of his weight on his forearms. Hermione shook under him from the aftershock.

After a long moment, he pulled his cock out of her and rolled, keeping hold of her so that she was again within the crook of his arm, closely held by his side.

He half-raised himself. Hermione opened her eyes drowsily and saw him look around the bedroom, before lowering himself back down on the mattress.

“What are you looking for?” she murmured.

“Something I gave up.”

The answer puzzled her, but Hermione was too tired to pursue it.

“My answer has ... satisfied you?”

She was surprised and pleased to hear him asking. As declarations went, his had been nakedly true and a bit satisfying to her vanity. She still suspected that he had concealed some of his feelings as well as some ulterior motives. But she knew now with inner certainty that he would do his best for her. “Yes,” she said throatily, squeezing her arm over his waist.

“Then you won’t object to a ceremony after tomorrow. Directly after. No guests. And there’s that little matter of my Patronus still to settle.”