The Fall

Disclaimer: I do nwn awn any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.

By the time Severus returned with the children, Hermione was beyond nerves. Every cell in her sang with anticipation. She hoped she hadn’t built things up too much in her mind. She wanted Severus with a hunger she had never felt in her life. Not even for Ron.

How she survived dinner she did not know. After their bath Severus tucked in Serena and Sebastian, and read to them their favourite bedtime story. Hermione returned to the kitchen to tidy it. She was having a last minute cup of tea when Severus walked into the room. Her eyes followed him as he prepared a cup for himself.

He sat down next to her. Before raising his cup, hed sod softly, “Well?”

Hermione was afraid to meet his eyes, but knew that she couldn’t resort to cowardice. Not now. Too much was at stake. Raising her reluctant gaze shsponsponded, “Yes.”

Triumph thundered through Severus. All throughout his visit with the children he had been wondering what had possessed him to make such a proposition. Now it looked as if his gamble would pay off. She would be his. Tonight.

Not wanting to wait another moment to have her, he stood and held out a hand. Hermione placed a slightly shaking hand within his. The walk up the stairs and down the hallway to their room seemed interminable. Hermione could hardly breathe as she kept pace with him.

When at last they reached their bedroom, Severus led her to the bed. He sat down and held her between his legs. He spoke breaking the silence. His voice was low and filled with heat, “Take off your dress, I want to see you.” His eyes dared her to deny him.

Hermione’s fingers moved slowly over her buttons. Her body had changed in the last five years. Though her stomach had regained its former flatness, there were still faint silvery stretch marks visible. Would Severus find them off-putting? Her hips and breasts were fuller as well. She was glad that the candlelight would soften her appearance. Her dress fell in a pool at her feet. She stood there in her underwear, feeling bare and vulnerable.

Hermione found Severus’ scrutiny nerve-wracking. A barrage of doubts assailed her. If only she could read his mind. What was he thinking? Did he still want her? Would he turn away in disgust? Why was he so still?

“Kiss me.” Severus’ quiet demand broke unexpectedly into her thoughts. Seeing her slightly panicked look, he explained, “I’ll not have you say that I forced you into my bed. So you will have to kiss me.”

Hermione drew on her Gryffindor courage and brushed her lips against Severus’. His lips were warm and dry. But he gave her no encouragement. Dark eyes stared into her own, testing her sincerity. Hermione almost pulled back in disappointment, then she saw his eyelids drift shut. She brought her hands up to stroke his face. She dotted tiny kisses around his mouth, feeling its outline. When at last she kissed him fully on the mouth, she trembled. Opening her mouth she flicked her tongue across his lips. They parted to allow her entry. His unique flavour filled her. She felt his arms come to hold her tightly to him.

As his tongue touched hers, Hermione felt a thread of fire through her body, pooling in her centre. She wanted to devour and be devoured simultaneously. He was a song in her blood, and her whole body sang with need for only him. Her arms snaked around his neck pressing even closer to him. Hands caressed her buttocks, squeezing them. She could feel his erection against her belly and wanted to feel it lower. She wanted all of him inside of her.

Inside of her. The idea seemed to echo in her head. It took root and flourished. Flushed with desire and determination, Hermione pushed Severus back onto the bed. Her sudden aggression startled him. Startled and aroused, he felt himself jerk in response to her handling. She pushed his robes aside and straddled him to unbutton his shirt. Crisp black hairs were revealed as the shirt was shed. When she tore at his trousers, Severus silently removed them, along with his shorts.

Faced with the object of her fantasies pointing at her, she ran a finger over its oozing tip. Its large head was weeping fluid. Hermione positioned herself to give it a small kiss.

Severus groaned in frustration, “Yesss…put your mouth on me. Don’t stop!”

Hermione licked him with slow agonising laps. She put the tip into her mouth and sucked firmly, massaging the ridged underside with her tongue. Severus’ hips bucked under her. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements.

“Suck me, Hermione. All of me.” His voice fell as he whispered, “Suck my cock. I want to feel your hot wet mouuckiucking me.

Hermione felt an answering response below. Moistness gathered at her core. She attempted to comply with Severus’ wish, but it seemed physically impossible. To make up for it, she rubbed her hand up and down at the base of his member. Her mouth was filled with Severus. She concentrated on the feel of him, wanting to please him.

Severus could take no more. He dragged Hermione up to him and kissed her roughly. He rolled over with her. His fingers pulled and tore until her underwear came free. His hands kneaded her breasts. Her tiny nipples pearled under his sensitive fingers. He needed to taste them. He wanted to feel them on his tongue.

The heat of his mouth sent her head spinning. Never could she have imagined how this felt. Her hands tunneled into his hair holding him fast to her. He palmed her vagina, and squeezed it lightly. A long finger traced her drenched crevice, parting her folds. Hermione shuddered at the foreign feel of Severus’ nimble digits exploring her. She wiggled trying to make deeper contact. A thumb flicked her swollen nub. The heavens seemed to rain down upon her. She was falling, and falling. Into everything and nothing. In midair with emptiness above and below her with a rush of space and fire engulfing her body. Her womb contracted clenching Severus’ fingers as she came, and came, and came.

In a dizzying rush she landed. Severus withdrew his hand to cup her buttocks. His cock drove into her welcoming warmth. He kissed the curve of her neck and drew the skin into his mouth, branding her. She felt every stroke draw her deeper into him. She couldn’t get enough. Her legs wrapped around his waist to trap him to her.

“Harder,” she cried. “Please Severus….more…”

He pounded into her, fucking her until again she fell apart his arms. Severus came after several short, forceful thrusts. His seed poured into her. Her walls milked him until he collapsed upon Hermione in exhaustion.

Turning with her still in his arms, Severus held her tightly to him. Murmuring his name she burrowed into him. At last he had what he had wanted for years. Hermione in his bed, with his name on her lips. Ron was the furthest thing from her mind. Severus intended to keep it that way.

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A.N. Of course there had to be some stretchmarks...have few myself.