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She met his eyes and nodded, her face flushed, attention focused completely on him. He groaned then, and buried his face into her hot, moist heat - licking and sucking until she writhed underneath him, her eyes clenched tightly, her fingers threaded in his hair. He could feel her nearing the edge, and kept the pressure steady on her nub, coaxing her to climax with his mouth.

Her breath came in short gasps, and he moved up her body, trailing kisses as he went, until he was laying next to her. He hesistantly began kissing her, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth, moving her arms around him, pulling him closer. He groaned softly and arched towards her as her hand softly closed around his hardness. She breathed a whispered plea againt his lips, and he rose so he was above her, poised above her center, the need in her eyes almost making him lose control once again.

\"Are you sure?\" He spoke softly, leaning his head down to her ear, his mouth warm and his voice making her tremble a bit.
She spoke then, her voice husky and low. \"Please Severus.\"

He entered her then, unable to hold back any longer, easing his way into her slowly - stopping when a flash of pain crossed her face. Finally he was sheathed inside her, and the look of pain transformed into something else, and she moved her hips up slightly, digging her nails into his shoulders as she did so. He began to move inside her, slowly at first as she grew accustomed to him, and faster when she began to meet his thrusts with her own. Soon he felt her tightening around him, and she called out his name loudly. He couldn\'t hold back any longer, and released himself into her with a grunt, holding himself off her with one hand as he tried to still the shaking of his body.

He collapsed next to her on the bed, pulling her close, so her head was resting on his chest. A wave of his hand, a murmured word, and they were clean once again. Severus pulled a blanket over the both of them, and ran his hand through her hair, the unruly brown mess making her even more fetching. She tilted her head and looked at him, and she smiled shyly. The look on her face was one he had never seen directed at him before, and he could feel the corners of his mouth twitch up involuntarily, until a he was returning her smile.

Hermione raised one hand to his face, and traced along his face with her finger. Along his lips, on his cheek, along his nose, so sharp and prominent - and then along his forehead, as if she could memorize him just by touch alone. \"What now?\"

He was taken aback - first by her soft and tender touch, and then by her question, and opened his mouth to answer her, and was immediately surprised by what came out. \"What do you want, Hermione?\"

She laid her head back down on his chest and closed her eyes. He watched her, and when she finally spoke her voice was slurred with the sleep she was succuming to. \"You, actually.\"

Stunned into silence, he simply held her until her breathing evened out, and only then did he release the breath he had been unaware he had been holding.

He woke the next morning holding something soft, and he inhaled deeply, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth before he was fully awake, the faint hint of lavendar filling his senses. He opened his eyes and was startled as he looked into a pair of brown eyes that were focused intently on his face. \"You should smile more often Severus.\"

He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow, and was rewarded by the soft sound of her laughter. She kissed him softly, suddenly curious if he still wanted her after last night. Last night when she wasn\'t plagued by dreams - last night, when he had showed her some things are better than a dream. He returned the kiss just as softly, cupping the back of her head with one hand, his long fingers threading through her hair as he lost himself for just a moment in the feel of her soft lips. He pulled back slowly, and pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.

\"Hermione.\" He cleared his throat again, and took a deep breath. \"Hermione, about last night...\"

She felt her stomach drop a little, and she waited for him to continue, aware her throat was drying up and her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

\"Do you regret - anything?\"

Her entire body relaxed as he spoke, and she buried her face in his neck and her hands in his hair, attempting to disguise the fact that her body was trembling slightly. Her voice was muffled and soft, but clearly understandable despite that. \"Nothing. Do you?\"

He sighed then, and tucked one hand under her chin, pulling her face up until she was once again looking into his eyes. \"Not a thing, Hermione.\"

She grinned foolishly at him then, and felt her heart begin to beat wildly in her chest again as he lowered his lips to her own. He explored her mouth once again, tracing his hands on her back and sides as he did so. She was soft under his work calloused hands, her flesh warm and cool in one touch, her throat emitting small, gaspy moans as he trailed his hand down once again to her center. This time she arched her hips towards him, and groaned his name as he slipped one finger inside her, pressing lightly on her nub as she continued to move underneath his talented hand.

This time there was no hesitation as he removed his hand and thrust into her, gasping in surprise as she wrapped her legs around him and closed her eyes, tossing her head back in pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Soon they were moving as one, and as she once again tightened herself around him he released, and they collapsed as one back onto the bed. He raised his hand to cleanse them once again, but stopped short.

She gave him a puzzled look, and was rewarded by another rare smile gracing his face. \"I think a bath is in order.\"

She laughed then, loudly and, it was - amazingly enough, quite pleasant to his ears. \"That sounds lovely, Severus.\"