#2 ~ What Was I Thinking ~ Part 2 (Small Edit)
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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54,727
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356
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2
Currently Reading:
2
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Afterglow
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine.
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Chapter 22 ~ First Afterglow
(Short Chapter)
Severus groaned as the world struggled to come back in focus, his sweat-soaked body taunt and trembling above Hermione’s, arched, holding his cock deep inside her as the last of his seed spurted into her tight, sweet channel. She was arched up against him too, biting her lip, accepting his hot release, her eyes shining with emotion.
Gasping, he relaxed, then fell upon her, spent. His face was pressed against hers, his eyes closed, the long lashes resting on his cheeks. He lay on top of her for several minutes, before coming back to himself, and realizing his full weight was resting on her. He started to roll off the young witch, when her arms wrapped around him, embracing him
“Just lay here for a while. Please,” she whispered, breathless.
“I’m heavy,” he said softly, pulling away slightly.
Her arms tightened.
“I don’t mind, Severus. It feels good to have you on top of me. Just lay here. Please,” she said again. He acquiesced.
Hermione began to kiss him. Soft, gentle, passionate kisses on his lips, chin, and throat. But these were different kind of kisses than he was used to. They were soft, tender, not meant to arouse him to action. They were just…kisses. He lay there, on top of her, enjoying her ministrations. Then he kissed her back, just as slowly, just as softly. He had never done this. Lie on top of a woman after completion, and continue to enjoy her, sans cock It was highly pleasurable. They spent several minutes slowly tasting each other’s mouths, before they stopped and fell to companionable silence, Severus’ face again resting against Hermione’s. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, the pulse in her throat against his. He could get used to this.
“Salazar would’ve been proud,” said Hermione softly. He could feel her wan smile curling against his cheek.
He lifted his head, fixing her with his dark eyes, smirking slighty.
“Undoubtedly,” he responded, “although Godric, understandably, would have been quite appalled at my treatment of you.”
Hermione laughed softly. He could feel her laughter flutter against his chest. He slid off of her gently, ignoring her little cry of protest, and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at her.
“Did you like my treatment of you?” he asked her, studying her face intently.
“I loved it,” she replied, with a shy, but wanton smile.
“You are a masochist,” he said, leaning down and letting his large nose brush against hers.
“And you are insatiable,” she responded, “it works out well don’t you think?”
Severus was silent for a moment as he looked down at the beautiful, naked young witch lying next to him, her thighs still wet with their mingled fluids. He felt a slight throb in his loins.
“Yes,” he said, an unfamiliar warmth washing over him. “Yes,” he breathed as he moved to kiss her,.yet again. He slipped his tongue into her mouth like a question, his cock beginning to swell again, thumping against his thigh as the blood pulsed through it. He pressed it against her thigh with a gentle urgency. Hermione’s eyes widened as he moved to mount her again. Her small hands pressed up against his chest, halting him. He raised one eyebrow.
“I think I’d better drink one of those purple vials first,” she said softly.
Severus grunted non-commitally, his eyes drawn to the juncture of her thighs.
Hermione grasped his chin and directed his gaze to her face instead.
“Serverus, I really should…” she insisted.
“Fine.”
Severus rose from the bed scowling, his erect cock bouncing merrily as he stalked away to fetch the damned potion. Hermione giggled.
“Insatiable.”
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A/N: Just a little breather…
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Chapter 22 ~ First Afterglow
(Short Chapter)
Severus groaned as the world struggled to come back in focus, his sweat-soaked body taunt and trembling above Hermione’s, arched, holding his cock deep inside her as the last of his seed spurted into her tight, sweet channel. She was arched up against him too, biting her lip, accepting his hot release, her eyes shining with emotion.
Gasping, he relaxed, then fell upon her, spent. His face was pressed against hers, his eyes closed, the long lashes resting on his cheeks. He lay on top of her for several minutes, before coming back to himself, and realizing his full weight was resting on her. He started to roll off the young witch, when her arms wrapped around him, embracing him
“Just lay here for a while. Please,” she whispered, breathless.
“I’m heavy,” he said softly, pulling away slightly.
Her arms tightened.
“I don’t mind, Severus. It feels good to have you on top of me. Just lay here. Please,” she said again. He acquiesced.
Hermione began to kiss him. Soft, gentle, passionate kisses on his lips, chin, and throat. But these were different kind of kisses than he was used to. They were soft, tender, not meant to arouse him to action. They were just…kisses. He lay there, on top of her, enjoying her ministrations. Then he kissed her back, just as slowly, just as softly. He had never done this. Lie on top of a woman after completion, and continue to enjoy her, sans cock It was highly pleasurable. They spent several minutes slowly tasting each other’s mouths, before they stopped and fell to companionable silence, Severus’ face again resting against Hermione’s. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, the pulse in her throat against his. He could get used to this.
“Salazar would’ve been proud,” said Hermione softly. He could feel her wan smile curling against his cheek.
He lifted his head, fixing her with his dark eyes, smirking slighty.
“Undoubtedly,” he responded, “although Godric, understandably, would have been quite appalled at my treatment of you.”
Hermione laughed softly. He could feel her laughter flutter against his chest. He slid off of her gently, ignoring her little cry of protest, and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at her.
“Did you like my treatment of you?” he asked her, studying her face intently.
“I loved it,” she replied, with a shy, but wanton smile.
“You are a masochist,” he said, leaning down and letting his large nose brush against hers.
“And you are insatiable,” she responded, “it works out well don’t you think?”
Severus was silent for a moment as he looked down at the beautiful, naked young witch lying next to him, her thighs still wet with their mingled fluids. He felt a slight throb in his loins.
“Yes,” he said, an unfamiliar warmth washing over him. “Yes,” he breathed as he moved to kiss her,.yet again. He slipped his tongue into her mouth like a question, his cock beginning to swell again, thumping against his thigh as the blood pulsed through it. He pressed it against her thigh with a gentle urgency. Hermione’s eyes widened as he moved to mount her again. Her small hands pressed up against his chest, halting him. He raised one eyebrow.
“I think I’d better drink one of those purple vials first,” she said softly.
Severus grunted non-commitally, his eyes drawn to the juncture of her thighs.
Hermione grasped his chin and directed his gaze to her face instead.
“Serverus, I really should…” she insisted.
“Fine.”
Severus rose from the bed scowling, his erect cock bouncing merrily as he stalked away to fetch the damned potion. Hermione giggled.
“Insatiable.”
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A/N: Just a little breather…