You Promised It Would Be Forever - Edit

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Chapter 23 ~ An Appetizer

Hermione blushed a bit at his look and changed direction, leading the Potions Master by the hand toward her bedroom, remembering the dream she had about him driving her across her bed. It seems it hadn't been a dream, but a premonition. If the wizard was even half as good as he was in that vision, Hermione would be overwhelmed by his 'kindness.' She shuddered a bit, and Severus felt it. His eyes fell on her ass as she led him toward his bedroom. A little growl escaped him as he imagined slapping his loins against it. Then he stalled again.

Hermione looked up at him.

"What is it, Severus?" she asked him.

The wizard pulled out his wand and turned toward the study door, warding it securely and placing a strong silencing charm around the entire room. Then his dark eyes fell on her.

"If I remember correctly, Hermione…your voice…carries," he said meaningfully. "I want to be the only one to hear you sing."

Hermione flushed again, and the Potions Master smirked. She continued to lead him to her bedroom, walking through the door. Severus closed it and released her hand. They stood facing each other. His eyes swept over the witch, lingering on her curves, then falling once more to her shoes.

"You know, Hermione, wearing that dress and those shoes was not remotely fair. Especially those shoes," he said. "You purposely used your knowledge of what arouses me to manipulate this situation. You knew it would make it difficult for me to resist you. I still say there is far too much Slytherin in you witch."

Hermione gave him a small smile.

"I only had one chance at this, Severus. I had to try and stack the odds of success on my side. We were happy together, and when we were…a lot of your beliefs and tactics rubbed off on me. You put the Slytherin in me, Severus…in more ways than one," she replied.

"I suppose I did," he said, reaching out and pulling her against him, "I intend to put a bit more Slytherin inside you, witch."

Hermione sighed with pleasure at the feel of his lean, hard body pressed against hers, and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic pounding of his strong heartbeat.

"I missed the sound of your heart," she said softly.

Severus looked down at Hermione, an odd feeling washing over him at this statement. If she had said she missed the feel of his body, that was something that he could accept as an expression of her physical desire for him, but to miss the sound of his heart beating…that was a deeply emotional confession, one that went beyond physical need. The Potions Master tightened his hold on her, and didn't reply. But his eyes blinked rapidly for a few moments at the sweetness of her words.

Gods, he had to be careful. The witch could easily pull him in. This situation was already moving beyond lust as it was. Severus couldn't deny he still had feelings for Hermione. They would only escalate when he took her. He felt her pull her head away from his chest.

"Severus, would you…kiss me?" she asked him.

The Potions Master looked down at her upturned face. Kissing was so personal, so intimate. But he couldn't say no to her, not the way she was looking at him. Severus sighed, resigned to going under. This was definitely going to be more than having sex with his ex-wife. Something more was going to be invested here and there was no way to stop it other than walking away. And he couldn't walk away from the witch if he were tied to a team of thestrals. He wanted her too badly.

"Yes, Hermione, I will kiss you," he replied, bending slightly, lowering his head and capturing her lips between his own, reveling in their softness.

He sucked on her top lip, then her bottom, pressing his mouth against hers. Hermione was soft and giving as he kissed her. He needed more, and gently tapped on her lips with his tongue as if knocking for entry. Hermione opened her mouth and felt his tongue slip in. She moaned as the familiar taste of his mouth ignited her, his tongue caressing and wrapping around her own, exploring her heat.

The Potions Master pulled her against him with more urgency, his hands beginning to move over her body, petting her softly, slipping over the curve of her hips, running down her thighs, before moving upward and grazing the swell of her breasts. Hermione began to tremble as heat and ache gathered between her thighs, a sweet burn starting in her lower belly. She pressed her pelvis against the wizard, and he let out a little groan, both hands sliding down to cup her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her into him, rotating her against him hungrily.

The Potions Master slid his mouth over the witch's chin and down her throat, sucking and biting her flesh gently, but not too gently, reacquainting himself with the taste of her skin. He could feel her heating up and smell her arousal, as she moaned at the sensation of his mouth moving over her. Severus slid his hands up over her waist and cupped her firm breasts, the witch gasping as he fondled her, running his thumbs expertly over her hardened peaks. She was moving against him now.

He slid his mouth up her throat, his lips against her ear.

"You're so ready," he growled as she arched against him.

Hermione let out a sound like a kitten, and felt Severus smile against her throat as he moved downward again. Her surroundings were fading out, and she was quickly becoming lost to her ex-husband's ministrations. She felt the wizard pulling at the hem of her dress, dragging it upward, then his hand slip beneath it, his fingers gently pressing against the soaked crotch of her knickers. She buckled when she felt him touch her, and he gripped her tighter, hissing softly as he eased her knickers aside, and slid two fingers between her labia, rubbing her clit softly.

Severus had pulled away from Hermione's throat and was watching her reaction, hardening quickly as the witch's head fell back, her mouth dropping open, her eyes closing, moaning and bucking against his hand as he manipulated her. Hot wetness gushed over his fingers, glazing them, and he spread the slickness over her pussy, his black eyes locked to her face as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

Gods, she was so beautiful.

Hermione strained against Severus hand, aching for release, the sweetness of the sensation almost unbearable. Her eyes snapped open and looked up at her ex-husband. She could barely wrap her mouth around the single word.

"Please," she whispered up at him.

Severus sped up his caressing, tweaking her clit between his fingertips. She cried out. It was the most beautiful sound he had heard in a long, long time. His cock was swollen and throbbing, pressed again her belly. Panting, Severus slipped two fingers inside his ex-wife, hissing as he parted her, his digits sliding into her tight, pulsing warmth. He began to thrust them in and out, pressing her clit with his thumb, watching Hermione as she continued to softly cry out. He felt so good to her. She helped him, pushing down on his hand as he fucked her with his fingers.

"Yes," he whispered hotly, "Let go, Hermione. Come all over my hand, witch."

Severus pressed his fingers deep inside the writhing witch, twisting and wriggling them, mashing her clit with his thumb, trying to coax an orgasm from her. He wanted to see Hermione's face contort when she came.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice harsh now.

That did it for the witch. Hermione stiffened, curled forward then arched, screaming as her orgasm hit her and she was flung outward, exploding, shuddering, completely lost to bliss, her searing release pouring over the Potions Master's hand.

Severus observed her with satisfaction, his heart pounding in his chest as she buckled in his arms. This was the Hermione he remembered. Passionate, wanton, beautiful and so responsive to his touch.

"You're still beautiful," he whispered to the spasming witch, his nostrils flaring as the scent of her filled the bedroom. "Still the most passionate witch I've ever known."

Severus held Hermione securely as she came down from her climax, trembling, covered in perspiration, tendrils of her long hair stuck to her face. She opened her eyes and there was a look in them that made his heart pound even harder. He would have to be a blind man not to see the love there. He removed his hand and with her watching him, brought it to his nose, breathing her muskiness in, his eyes narrowing in pleasure. He sucked his fingers slowly, then licked his hand clean sensuously.

"Still delicious, wif…"

Severus caught himself. He had almost called Hermione wife. She was no longer his wife.

"Witch," he amended.

Hermione's eyes went a bit sad for a moment, but she recovered quickly. She knew what the wizard had almost said. Severus saw the flash of sadness and silently cursed himself. He hadn't meant to make her feel badly. He lowered her dress, pulled her upward gently and kissed her, sharing the taste of her release as he did so.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. Severus knew although that had been good to her, it wasn't enough for the witch.

"You still look rather hungry, Hermione," he said, teasing her, "the appetizer not enough?"

Her eyes went smoky.

"The appetizer was delicious, Severus," she replied.

The Potions Master suddenly sobered.

"You think so?" he asked her.

"I know so," she answered him.

Severus looked down at her consideringly.

"Well, I hope you left room for the main course, Hermione," he said in a low, sexy voice that felt like a caress to the witch. "There will most likely be several courses, and you can expect quite a lot of meat to be served."

He looked down at the bulge in his silk boxers meaningfully. Severus still hadn't closed his trousers and the front of his boxers was so expanded, it looked like a huge, oddly shaped black silk balloon was trying to escape them.

Hermione couldn't help grinning even as heat surged through her body. Severus was still very heavy on the sexual metaphors.

"Severus," she said, smiling at him, "Sometimes you can be too much."

Suddenly the Potions Master grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her toward the bed.

"If I remember properly, that's just the way you like me, witch," he replied, sitting down on the bed and positioning her in front of him.

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A/N: Yum yum yummy. Severus is so damn hot. Sigh. Moving right along. "…you can expect a lot of meat to be served." Lolol. Twisted. Please review.