Wandering

Charecters belong to JKR

small lemons ahead


Night fell before Severus woke, the rhythmic crashing of the churning ocean pulled him from sleep and he gazed up at the ceiling.

Damn

He hated it here.

Curse his muggle father and his romance with the sea. After his…death… this cursed bungalow became his, and though the memories of it haunted him, he put it to good use. Charmed to transparency, it became his solace, his retreat after meetings, and his reprieve after term. The thought of fire whiskey lying under a select floorboard almost brought a smile to his weary lips. Instead, a deep frown played over them as Hermione shifted and groaned in her sleep. He turned his head to watch her and was distressed at what he saw.

She was drenched in sweat, lying on her side with her small hand gripping at her pillow as though it may be keeping her alive. Her brow twitched ceaselessly and her lips moved in unspoken words. Suddenly her breathing stopped, as did her movements…Severus held his breath with her and jumped when she began to scream.

“Miss Granger!”

He grabbed her shoulder, a little more roughly then intended, and her eyes shot open though her screams did not stop. Her eyes welled up and thick tears rolled past her cheeks, she clamped the lids shut and pushed away from him hard, desperate to get away. Severus knew this panic and carefully seized her arm before she managed to slide off the bed.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Her stammered mutterings pierced his already tender heart as he carefully pulled her to him, gently wrapping his arms around her.

“No Miss…No Hermione. Not all touch hurts. If you run from it now you will never accept it again.” He spoke in low, velvety tones that she was accustomed to and held her trembling body to his. Despite his better judgment, he ran his fingers gently along her temple. Hermione wrestled against him, unabashedly sobbing in her fear of his embrace. All she could hear were the grunts of those disgusting men, all she could feel was the agony of their assault.

Then Harry’s fist…Harry’s…and the weight of his body on hers in the snow; she pushed harder against Severus as her panic rose.

“Hermione,” Severus’s voice touched her mind and suddenly pulled her away from the panic. She stopped struggling against him for a moment, her eyes opened and adjusted to the darkness. She slowly became aware of the rhythmic thud of his heart and briefly congratulated herself on a healing spell well done, before her skin became alight with sensation where he touched her.

It had unsettled her when Harry touched her, or Ron, even in her right state. Severus’s arms felt like a haven, warm and safe and without threat. Tears still fell from her lashes and her body shook with the memories. Severus knew… he knew everything; he was there when she was attacked and saved her from it every time. He was also a victim, he knew the pain and she knew he would never cause it. Something, be it desperation, or love or both, swelled in her chest. She pulled back from his chest and met his dark eyes…beautiful. She leaned towards him and took his lips with hers in a desperate need to be closer, to show him what her heart had felt for years though she would not allow it.

Severus’s newly healed heart ceased its beating as her soft lips found his. When it started again, it swelled to the point of bursting and he was alight with suppressed emotions. She was his refuge after the fall of Dumbledore, the only ear that was not deaf to him. She pleaded his case to the others over the years as he continued on as a Death Eater, passing to her secrets that won many a victory and several Horcruxes. Her wit and charm and utter indifference to his snide remarks warmed him to her, and when she began to retort in his own sharp tongue, he knew she was a friend.

He pulled in a breath and met her lips with abandon. The Light was loosing, Potter’s sanity was balanced on a thread and the Order, thanks to the last confrontation with the Dark Lord, was spread to the ends of the earth in wandering Hermione’s same plight. What was there to loose now?

Carefully, as though she may break, he brushed his tongue across her lips and she readily granted him entrance. Tentatively her tongue met his and they danced together, she groaned into his mouth and he almost died. He felt her soft fingers twine in his hair, sending delicious chills down his spine. She stiffened and pulled away suddenly.

“I'm sorry Professor…I should not have—”

He silenced her ever-running mouth with his while brushing his thumb across her damp cheek. “Severus,” he spoke his name against her lips before tasting them again. It did her in; she wrapped her arms around him and melted into his embrace. He was careful with her, so soon after an attack, but oh, how he wanted to touch her. Their kiss grew from tentative to an almost frantic tangle of lips and tongue and moans. He would let her guide him, least he upset her boundaries.

She pulled from him a second time, though her lips formed no words. She needed to see his face, commit it to memory so she would not fear…she raised her hand to him, slowly tucking one of his raven tresses behind his ear. She traced that same finger down his jaw line and stopped at his bottom lip. A tear slid down her cheek but she gave no mention to it. She continued over his lips, still wet from hers, over the slope of his nose. Her tuned fingers felt the old fractures in its structure as they followed its slope up to his dark brow. This she ran her thumb over, noting that his eyelashes were so long they skimmed her palm as she went.

Severus closed his eyes as her fingers learned him. It had been so long since a woman touched him with such feeling. Moyra flashed before his eyes but he pushed her away, she was gone where she could love him no more. Hermione granted him distraction from his past as her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and almost expertly opened them, as though she had done so for years. The night air was cool on his chest, revealing to her his medley of scars, each with its own lesson attached. He watched another tear fall from her eye. She gently touched the deepest one, having only seen them briefly when opened wounds called for her attention.

He stiffened, least his body repulse her, and an unsettling nervousness fell upon his chest as he submitted to her exploration, this time as a lover, not a healer. He closed his eyes as her hands slid up his chest and pushed the material over his shoulders. Easily the clothing fell to the side of the bed and hit the floor with the soft resound of love. Gently she roved over his back, aware that the flesh would still be tender, and pressed her wet cheek to his chest. Her breath was warm and her skin soft, she breathed words of comfort across his skin, “You are beautiful…Severus.”

The words flooded his mind and he gathered her up in a heated embrace, it was now his turn to moan against her lips when her tongue flashed across his. She pressed her palm against his heart, needing to be sure it was strong and well, needing to be sure it would not take him from her. She then ran her hands down his bare arms, one briefly lingered over the Dark Mark, and found his fingers. She brought them to her heart as she kissed him deeply, he pulled in a loud breath as she gently lowered his hand so it now lingered over her breast, she released it, granting him the same exploration that she was given liberty to take.

He brought a calloused hand to her cheek as he kissed her, tracing the flesh to her hair and allowing it to rest at the back of her neck. His lips continued gently collecting hers, sometimes softly meeting and lingering, sometimes parting and tasting, as his other hand stayed at her breast. He pulled her into a deep kiss and gently squeezed, it was perfection. His fingers nimbly unfastened every button of her blouse and gently swept it from her shoulders. She shivered at the exposure and pulled back from him. He noticed the change in her breathing and reached out to her, determined to quiet her demons.

He found her hand and brought it to his face, cupping his cheek in her palm. He pressed it gently over his nose, almost extracting a soft laugh from her; he slid it over his brow and back down his cheek, to the side of his neck and finally bringing it to rest over his heart.

Tears fell from her eyes and she watched him in the silver moonlight that leaked in through the small window.

“I will die before I cause you pain."


He brought her palm to his lips where he planted a firm kiss and she melted into him again. His hand found her waist and drew her near him once more. She kissed him and twined her hands desperately in his hair as he wrapped his arms around her back. One hand slipped the latch of her bra and he pulled her away so that the offending garment might be removed. They propelled back into the others embrace as soon as it left her arms. He felt a stir deep in his stomach as her bare chest met his.

Her tongue wrapped around his before he pulled away from her, gently planting a kiss on her soft neck as he laid her back. She stiffened and he grabbed her hand as he continued to travel the length of her collarbone with his mouth, pressing her palm again to his heart. Her body relaxed and she moaned as his tongue explored further down.

He reveled in the softness of her skin; carefully he brought a hand to her breast and softly took the sensitive bud of flesh between his fingers. She moaned and arched into him as his mouth met her breast. Carefully his teeth caught the other bud of flesh and he flicked his tongue across it, eliciting another moan from her. He left his hand to caress her nipple as he allowed his mouth to travel lower. He was almost to her waistband when she stilled and grabbed his shoulders.

“Please…no.” She had meant her voice to stay even, but the act of pleading caused her lip to quiver and betrayed the sudden fear. He could take her; she would give herself to him, but that…his mouth so near her…it was too much.

Severus hastened away from her stomach and rose above her on his arms, concerned and saddened by her sudden cry. He leaned on his elbow and forearm and ran the back of his hand softly over her cheek, turning it to wipe away a tear with his thumb. She reached up and pulled him to her, collecting his lips in a crushing kiss. She needed him, she needed to have him where she had been hurt, he was like healing salve on a burn and she hungered for it. Tears rolled past her temples as she reached for his belt, quickly releasing it and tugging at the buttons of his trousers.

Severus, noting the change in her behavior, and covering her hands with his, spoke against her lips, “What do you need?” He asked, afraid she would tell him to go. Instead she leaned up on her elbows and gently bit the side of his neck, causing him to arch his back and then hang his head as her breath assaulted his skin, “You.”

Never had his trousers left his body with such haste as their pace grew desperate. She was out of her knickers before he had a chance to see them, though it was of little consequence. He touched his fingers just below her navel and swept downwards, leaving a trail of gooseflesh as she raised her hips to meet him. He groaned at her response and his fingers found the tuft of hair and slid easily over the wet cleft. She moaned and swept her hands over his back. He gently pressed his thumb where she was most sensitive and she whimpered in his ear. Keeping his thumb expertly place, he slid a finger into her and gasped at the sensation. She was so warm, so ready for him.

He fell against her as her fingers wrapped around him suddenly, though he continued the rhythmic pattern of the finger inside her. She twisted her hips and grabbed his arm, pulling it away. His mind reeled as she brought that finger to her other hand, still wrapped around him, and slid the moist digit over his shaft.

She then placed a hand over his heart, and he knew she was ready. He positioned himself over her and touched his forehead to hers, whispering “Never hurt you.” As he gently pressed in. Her body yielded to him and the feeling was unintelligible. Emotions…love? Mixed with the intense heat and wetness that greeted him, and soon the sharp sting of her nails on his back set him in a passionate pace.

Her hand never left his heart, reassuring her it was safe, it was him, and she cried out against his chest as his thumb again found that place between her legs. The warmth of his other four fingers splayed across her lower stomach only fueled her need for him. She collected his mouth to hers and met his thrusts eagerly; overcome by the explosions in her heart that made her moan into him, releasing tears she did not know she held.

He wrapped an arm around her back and lifted her into him as they rode their wave of passion. Sweat, sweet and not borne of illness, rolled down his back and he lovingly bit her neck. It pushed her from the hill she climbed and powerful spasms pulsed from where he entered her, pushing the pain and fear so far from her that all there was, was light and pleasure and him.

It was his undoing as her body clamped down on his and her head tossed back, revealing her neck and screaming his name. He came with a force that nearly stopped that fragile heart of his, not able to tell where his body ended and hers began, and when the euphoria subsided, his limbs refused his weight, he slumped into her.

Pounding hearts and fast breaths were the only sounds to mix with the ocean. After resting on her body and softening within her, he gently rolled off and pulled her to him. He wiped her tears from her face and kissed her forehead, knowing what that moment had done for her, because it had done the same for him.

A/N

All right, dear reader, I beseech and implore a review. This chapter is my maiden voyage into the lemon world and I daresay I have the first time jitters about it.