Angelica's Sorrow

A/N OK, first attempt at a lemon.


Deb - hopefully some of your frustrations will ease with this chapter.

CAH - I have one in my living room. Darn, too bad can\'t use it for the same reason!

jonelin - Boy, can I pick the right people for the job or what! Hope your heart has recovered enough to get you through this chapter.

Naomi - Don\'t know if I can manage another chapter like this one. Narcissa is on her own.

appy lady - No, it won\'t end for a little while yet, too many things need to be worked out and not just between Severus and Hermione. Have to think about it, Hermione might hex me.

Lindasy - Worship is not necessary - just leave the flowers on the altar.


To all of you a great big ;)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO


\'Damn him, anyway!\' Hermione thought, as the door to her quarters shut behind him. \'A whole bloody week, wasted!\'

They could have used the time to get to know each other a lot better, but he seemed intent on getting into her bed. Or the bathtub, the shower, or for Merlin\'s sake on the carpet! Didn\'t he realize she was frustrated, too?

When she voiced her inner fears tonight, he tried to be understanding. Or so she thought. Laughter was not an aphrodisiac. He\'d been a very critical, demanding teacher for seven years. Could she help it when her body started to turn to mush, she visualized a cutting judgement on her performance? Granted, she was no virgin, but to go directly from cold, demeaning Potions Master to passionate lover? She didn\'t have enough experience to manage that leap. Eyeing the hazard on the floor, she decided to leave it for now.

Why did he find everything so blasted funny right now? Severus growled to himself, closing his door. She\'d been ready to let him make love to her tonight, he could tell. The last week had been enlightening, found a few places on her body that surprised her.

Everything had been going perfectly, her lips had been adequately swollen by the time he moved to the little area on her neck, right below her left ear. Nibbling on that produced a few moans he wouldn\'t be forgetting. His smaller head echoed with a pulse.

After pouring himself a small glass of brandy, he sat in front of the fire to brood. The short trip from sofa to carpet had been smoothly handled, enough buttons on her dress undone to allow a few nibbles there as well. Stroking the soft skin behind her knees had allowed him to open the sexy, but offending, bra. First time he\'d seen one that clasped in front, very convenient, much easier. Would have to try and make sure that\'s the only kind she owned. She seemed to like a slight nip while he suckled on a nipple, didn\'t seem to care much for just the tongue. Eyes had been nicely glazed by then.

His hand had been sliding up her thigh when she voiced her insecurities and he\'d upset her by laughing. Groveling hadn\'t helped, she\'d been thoroughly pissed. Probably wouldn\'t let him near her until the end of term.

Honestly, how much control did she think he had? In the throes of passion, he was supposed to be able to grade her?

\'No, Hermione, stroke it this way instead. Perhaps your hips should move in a counter clockwise direction, Miss Granger, more efficient. That moan was below my standards, try again! I warned you, no teeth! Two nights detention with Filch!\'

As the scenes played on in his imagination, laughter broke free. He couldn\'t resist, it was too damn funny by half!

As Severus knocked on her door to escort her to breakfast the next morning, his lips twitched one final time. No laughter, no matter what, no laughter he told himself as she opened the door. When she turned to close it, his eyes inadvertently widened.

\'Gods, did she have to wear those jeans?\'

Everything was clearly outlined and made his hands itch to explore.

\"Good morning, Hermione.\" Arm held out for her to grasp.

\"Good morning.\"

She hesitated, just a bit, before taking his arm and her voice was decidedly cool. Still hadn\'t forgiven him, time to warm things up on the way to breakfast. As they neared the first of the classrooms, he stopped and faced her.

\"Please, stay here and talk with me for a moment before we join the others. I can tell you\'re still upset over last night. I\'m sorry. Having enough control to grade you while making love, is far beyond my capabilities. I don\'t think you have a clue what you do to me.\"

While talking to her, he\'d slipped her hand into his and was lightly stroking the inside of her wrist with the nail of his thumb. His other hand was busy massaging that wonderful little spot below her ear. Slight tremble in the hand, eyes slightly unfocused.

Stepping closer he leaned and placed his mouth on her neck, opposite the hand.

\'Who needs breakfast, everything I want to nibble on is right here.\'

He slowly worked his way up to her mouth and found it already open and waiting.

Never one to miss an opportunity, he released her hand and used his to go to her waist. Pulled her close enough to give her no doubt how he was feeling. The other hand stroked and smoothed it\'s way down to those delightful assets the jeans encased. He swallowed a moan from her mouth, as it was joined by the other in kneading and drawing her closer still. Her hands were doing wonderful things to the base of his neck and ears.

\'How far away from her chambers have we gotten? Are we closer to mine? No, would have to drop wards to go there.\'

Eyes flicked open long enough to judge the distance.

\'Too far to try and carry her, wouldn\'t be much use to her if my back went out again.\'

Slowly, pressing back towards the door his own moan joined hers, as she gave a small thrust at his groin. Eyes flicked open again, closer.

\'Finally. Turn the knob. Carpet? No, not the scene of the disaster. Close the door, you dolt! Shrug the cloak off here.\'

Her fingers were starting to undo the buttons of his coat, as his mouth pressed her towards the bedroom. His returned the favor on that awful olive colored blouse.

\'It will have to be burned.\'

The front clasp of her bra was undone as they crossed into the bedroom. He really did appreciate the genius behind that design, as her breasts were finally exposed. His appreciation was interrupted slightly by her insistence he take off his coat, but he didn\'t mind as she started on the buttons of his shirt.

Half way across the room he kicked off his loafers.

\'Haven\'t worn boots or socks all week for this reason.\'

As his shirt fell to the floor, she started on his trousers, while his mouth returned to her neck. His hand worked at the fastening of her jeans and slid the zipper open, as she kicked off her own shoes. Barely enough room to slide his hand in to knead one of those delightful mounds.

\'Gods, no underwear! Where is that bed? Close enough.\'

He scooped her up, took the few steps needed to reach it. Shucking his own trousers before kneeling beside her, he grasped the top of her jeans and peeled them off, anxious to see her. A small triangle of material covered her.

It was her turn to laugh, as he twisted her hips to peer at the back. Really, was that justified? He wanted to make sure it wasn\'t magically attached before ripping it off. Satisfied it wasn\'t, he rid her of the strange garment, looking at it fairly closely before tossing it aside. He\'d really have to find out where she purchased her underthings. Perhaps they had even more interesting items.

This was a much better feast than could be had in the great hall, but where to begin. As he slid up beside her, his mouth claimed hers again, as his fingers stroked her sides. Gliding and circling over hills and valleys.

Her hand slid inside his boxers and tugged at the waist band. Hint taken, they were gone. Gods, her hand would receive high marks indeed if he was keeping track. Couldn\'t take much of that, enough for now as he gently moved his lower body from the range of her hands. One of his own found his way to the juncture of her legs. As two fingers deftly parted the curls and started stroking, her hips thrust in his hand. He growled his pleasure at this action against her throat, as he kissed his way down to her breast.

He knew she wasn\'t a virgin, but she wasn\'t quite damp enough yet. A nibble or two on the closest nipple rewarded him with another thrust.

\'Excellent, top grades indeed,\' was his thought as he twirled his tongue around her navel, eyeing his goal.

Startled brown eyes opened, as he slid his torso over her leg and between her thighs.

\'Ah, she\'s never had this before. Probably some fool school boy then, too anxious, too hurried.\'

He started by kissing her belly, smoothing his hands over her thighs, finally sliding one under her while his teeth nibbled at a hip. Would have to remember that spot, definitely shudders. His free hand parted her curls and his eyes found the target. A gasp escaped her as his tongue flicked and swirled.

As she neared her peak, he stopped to ask, \"May I join you, my lady?\" with what he knew was a wicked grin, climbing to hands and knees to loom over her.

She merely groaned and pulled at him, lifting her hips as he thrust deep.

Gods, he wasn\'t going to last long as tight as she was. He managed to bend his neck enough to bite at a nipple while thrusting within her. She was close, was thrusting back harder. Letting go of her breast, he angled his hips so his pubic bone would grind against her. There it was, that flush he had hoped to see so long ago.

\'Ah, yes!\'

He let go, joined her and together they fell off the edge of the world.

Several hours later he opened his eyes to find her snuggled next to him. Slipping his arm out from under her head woke her.

\"Sorry,\" He said, as he kissed her mouth briefly. \"I\'ll be right back.\"

He paid a brief visit to the bathroom.

\'Bathtub next. Must have gotten cold,\' he thought, as he slid under the blankets to join her. There was an excellent way to warm her up that didn\'t involve a charm.

\"Don\'t get me wrong,\" she mumbled in a sleepy voice.

\'What have I done wrong, now?\' he asked himself, bewildered.

\"Because I love your voice.\"

\'This is good.\'

\"But I think you have the sexiest legs I\'ve ever seen.\"

\'I knew they weren\'t skinny! Damn, too bad I can\'t twit Poppy,\' he thought, leaning over to kiss her.