Melancholy Affection

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Severus sat bolt upright in bed. He needed to get ready. He wanted her now and he wanted her hard, but he also wanted this first real encounter to be perfect, romantic. There would be time for taking her hard later. Part of him laughed and mocked at this soppy, silly notion, but that was the part of him that had become a Death Eater, the part of him that he was killing softly by returning to somewhere close to a normal life. He got out of bed and remade it with a flick of his wand. Looking down at it, he realised that rough cotton sheets and woollen blankets did not make a fitting place to make love to this woman he had wanted for so long for the first time. Quickly he transfigured the sheets and blankets into satin and velvet in a deep green colour. With another flick of his wand there were candles lit. The scent of vanilla filled the room. Severus turned to his chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of black silk pyjamas. He had never worn them, they had been a Christmas gift from McGonagall years ago. He slipped into them, leaving the shirt unbuttoned as had been in their shared vision. She obviously fantasised about him dressed like this, why else would she have dressed him like this earlier?

He heard a soft knock at the door. Settling himself on the bed he called for her to come in. He heard the door open and close, and that silky voice ward the door. He heard her cloak being hung over the arm of his chair, and the soft sound of bare feet on floorboards as she approached the door. She stepped into his bedroom and took his breath away. She was dressed as she had been in their vision. Severus stood and, without a word, walked round so that he faced her back. Slowly and gently he kissed the flesh of her neck, hearing her gasp with pleasure as he did so. As he continued to kiss her, his hands began to unlace the back of her gown, caressing her back as he did so. He finished unlacing the dress and pushed it from her shoulders, causing it to pool at her feet. He groaned as he did so, because she had been completely naked underneath. He could smell her arousal and he breasts were pert and her nipples erect with it. Slowly, sensuously, he unpinned her hair, letting it fall down her back.

Hermione turned round. Placing her hands on his chest she rose onto tiptoe and pushed the silk of his pyjama shirt off, brushing his lips with hers. Cheekily she hooked her finger into his waistband and pulled him to her, entwining him in her arms as she kissed him hard. Severus felt so good to have this woman who had given him sleepless nights and raging erections in his arms finally. He pushed her down onto the bed and slipped out of his pyjama trousers. Both naked, he laid on top of her, kissing her all over. His hands explored flesh he had yearned to touch. His hard on was aching to be in her, but he was determined to enjoy this as long as possible. He slid to one side of her and let his hand slip down to her shaven mound, caressing her, feeling her wetness. She moaned and bucked her hips up to his hand. She was so wet, Severus dipped his finger into her and put it into his mouth, loving the taste of her. Her eyes here hooded in pleasure as he lazily caressed her.

She trailed her hand down his chest and wrapped around his manhood, just as she had in his dreams. He groaned and threw his head back. Slowly he allowed himself to be pushed onto his back as she climbed onto him, kissing, nibbling at his chest, caressing his flesh with her mouth. She took his nipple between her teeth and was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure. His eyes met hers and they wrapped themselves around each other, kissing and kneading each other’s flesh. He wanted to be gentle, but he also wanted to be in her. He lay her on her back and placed the tip of him at her entrance and pushed deep into her. She cried out in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him. She kissed him all over as he thrust into her.

This was just as they has both dreamed of it. She fell apart in his arms, crying his name, sinking her nails into his back. Severus hissed in both pleasure and pain, enjoying the sensation of her tightness pulling him onto his own climax. As it came he arched his back and groaned.

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As Hermione slept, Severus watched. She was so beautiful. Tears trickled slowly down his cheeks as he thought of how wonderful she would make his life, if only she would have him.