In His Kiss

CHAPTER 9: Payment in Full





Hermione and Severus finished the rounds just as a fall storm broke outside. The thunder shook the castle walls and the lightening illuminated the interior of her rooms when they stepped inside. She didn’t bother to light the lamps when she pulled him into the room behind her, she knew what she wanted from him, and it did not require illumination….unless he wanted it.





“I think maybe I should go.” He said softly as she tugged him past the sitting area and towards her room.







“I think maybe you should be quiet, Severus, and spend the night with me.” She said, pulling him down the short hall and through the door to her bedroom. He jumped slightly at another clap of thunder. He was nervous, and he was never nervous. He never was one for playing musical beds, but he had sowed his oats when he was a younger man. He hadn’t even been nervous his first time. Maybe it was because this was Hermione, and he cared for this one.





She sat on the edge of her bed and shrugged out of her black teaching robes. She slowly unbuttoned the white oxford shirt, revealing the soft pink satin of her bra as she went.





“Are you sure we shouldn’t wait? Get to know each other?” He wanted to smack his own stupid self when she pulled her arms from the shirt and tossed it to the floor.





“I know you. I’ve known you since I was eleven, so over half my life, Severus.” She held up one booted foot and watched the indecision on his face. If he was going to walk away, he needed to do it now. He stepped forward and pulled the ugly shoe from her foot and tossed it across the room, then repeated his actions with the other one. “I’m glad you see things my way.” She said, as she stood up and pushed his robes off of shoulders and let them drift to the floor.





“You give me little chance to see it any other way when you tempt me so.” His voice was hoarse as her fingers plucked at the row of buttons on his jacket. He shrugged out of it while she worked on the white shirt underneath it.





“Do you wear anything casual Severus?” She asked, pushing open the fine cotton shirt and threading her hands through the silky hair on his chest.





“No.” He said softly as her hands slid down, the fingertips gliding lightly over his abdomen, tickling slightly before she deftly undid the button on his trousers and opened the zipper. She was biting her lower lip again. “Stop that.” He whispered before sucking the offended lip between his lips and licking softly.





“Oh, I like that.” She whispered, running her tongue over her damp lip to taste him. “More.” She lifted her lips to his just as she tucked her hand inside his trousers and beneath his boxers. He groaned into her mouth when her hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezed gently. She let her fingers play over him gently, careful not to handle him too roughly.





“This will end before we want it to if you don’t remove your fingers now.” Severus mumbled against her lips, reaching between them and pulling her hand away. “Why can’t I think around you?” He asked, panting as he stared down into her eyes.





“You think too much.” She said pulling him closer then shoving him onto her bed. He was startled to feel her hands against his chest, shoving him backwards. He bounced once on the mattress. Hermione reached down and pulled the black half-boots off and dropped them casually over her shoulder. She took his socks next and tossed them to land lord only knows where.





With a smile that had him suddenly nervous, she twisted the hem of his trousers in her hands and yanked, pulling the unfastened slacks off and sending them sailing across her room. He was too stunned to say anything. He had never had a woman be so aggressively playful when it came to sex. For the most part it had been get in, get it done, and get out.





“Wow! You know, I think that’s the first bit of color I have ever seen on you Severus.” Hermione said, smiling down at the nearly naked man lying on her bed in nothing but a pair of snug knit boxers in bright green with tiny silver Slytherin crests all over. Severus flushed as he stared up at her from his supine position.





“You…uh…..gonna keep those on?” He asked, gesturing towards her jeans.







“Nope….” She began to rock her hips slowly back and forth to some tune playing in her head as she opened the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper. She smiled at him and with a little wiggle of her hips she pushed the denim down and kicked them away to rest somewhere under her bed.





Severus was fascinated by tiny, pink scrap of silk covering the juncture of her thighs. She was moving towards the bed when he stopped her.



“Those too.” He rasped, indicating the bra and knickers. Hermione almost laughed, but she did as he asked, reaching behind her to unfasten the bra and let it fall forward and down her arms. He sat up then, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her forward. He didn’t touch her; he opened his mouth and sucked her breast inside.





“Oh god!” The shock of his heated mouth sucking and licking at her tender flesh so suddenly made her knees buckle. It seemed kissing was not the only talent his mouth possessed. He felt the weight of her body falter and wrapped his arms around her waist and fell back onto the bed, pulling her with him without releasing his lips from her breast.





Hermione shifted her knees up so that they flanked his hips as her head spun wildly. His arms were around her waist, his hand pressing down on her upper back and holding her in place for his tormenting mouth. She was bracing her upper body with her hands flat on the mattress by his shoulders.





“Severus!” She felt like her stomach was turning in on itself. He released her breast only long enough to move to the other one and suck hard on the aching bud of her nipple. “Oh goodness….” He arched her back, pulling away from him. He followed her movement, anxious to get his mouth back on her silky skin. “No more!” She laughed, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking his head back, covering his lips with hers. His hands slid down her back, tucking under the waistband of her delicate pink panties and pushing down. He became frustrated with the impediment of their position and tugged at the sides, accidentally snapping the ribbon sides.





Hermione sat up and stared down at him in shock as the panties fell apart beneath her. She looked down and pulled the now ruined undergarment into her hands and looked at the scrap in amazement. She looked back down at him, but his eyes were glued to the soft curls between her thighs and he could care less about the ripped underpants in her hand.



When he reached out and lightly brushed his fingers over the fluffy patch of hair she gasped softly and let the satin and ribbon flutter to the mattress forgotten. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and urged him to touch her harder, deeper. She was almost hyperventilating when she felt his rough, calloused fingers slipping between the slick lips of her sex. The feel of his long, abrading fingers over her wet, sensitive flesh had her throwing her head back and rocking her hips back and forth over his questing fingers.





Severus had never seen anything like the witch grinding her sex into his hand. His experience had been of women who laid back and let him handle everything. He wasn’t sure how to handle the witch who participated actively and took her pleasure rather than sitting back and waiting for him to give it to her. He was completely enthralled by her. The way her body moved, her breasts shimmying slightly as his fingers slid over and inside her. He curved his palm around her, his longest finger slipping deep into the tightest, hottest passage he had ever imagined.





The slick, heated walls clung to his finger, pulsing gently as she began to move faster, pressing harder into the heel of his palm. His free hand slid up along her waist to cup her breast, flicking his thumb over the nipple, pinching it softly. She cried out, her head falling back and rolling to the side as her sex tightened and pulsed around his finger.



“Bloody hell.” He muttered, watching her. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her to the mattress beneath him. She gasped when she found herself flat on her back with a very intense looking wizard fumbling to shove his boxers down and out of the way before taking his erection in hand and pressing into her still throbbing center.





“Yes!” Her arms and her legs were wrapped tight around him as he thrust and withdrew steadily. His mouth slid along her neck and shoulder, licking, nipping and suckling her soft skin, leaving a row of tiny love bites in his wake. Her nails scored his shoulder; his hands cupped her bottom and lifted her into him as he grunted softly into her ear. “More.” She whimpered. It turned into a full throated moan when he began to thrust into her with more force, driving her up, closer to the release her body craved. When it hit, he prayed to every deity known to man that no one heard her as she cried out and set his ears to ringing. He followed her quickly, his orgasm wrenched from his body with such force that he wondered if he would ever move again.









He lay on top of her for several, long minutes. Unable to move, unable to think. He placed soft kisses meant to soothe on her neck, shoulders and face. Her hands stroked gently over his sweaty back as they both struggled to come down. He looked down into her face and smiled slightly.





“In my head things went a little more smoothly.” He drawled. Hermione laughed and then moaned softly as he shifted off of her and flopped onto his back. He pulled her close so that she lay sprawled across his chest.





“It may not have been smooth, but it was perfect.” She sighed, closing her eyes.





“I should go back to my rooms.” He yawned, letting his eyes droop slightly.





“No you shouldn’t. Go back in the morning, the alarm will wake you.”















Severus opened his eyes and looked around. He was still in Hermione’s room, naked, sprawled in the middle of her bed with her draped crosswise over his abdomen. He looked down and admired her round little bottom barely covered by the lavender scented sheet. He smiled slightly and glanced over at the bedside table, and sat straight up in bed.





“Shit!” Hermione sat up, after being so rudely awakened and pushed her wildly tangled curls out of her face.





“What?” She mumbled, watching him scramble from the bed.







“We are due in the hall in three minutes for breakfast.” He said, searching for his clothing and having little luck. The witch had tossed it all about when she undressed him the night before. Hermione grabbed her wand from the nightstand and cast a quick cleansing spell. She was twisting her hair into a messy bun as she walked naked across the room to her closet. Severus was distracted momentarily from his search for his socks by the naked beauty glowing in the sunlight streaming through the window.







She dressed quickly in trousers and a blouse while Severus hastily dressed in his suit, casting a spell to smooth out the wrinkles. They each grabbed their robes from the floor and left her room, running through the back corridors and shrugging into their robes just before they entered the great hall breathlessly. Everyone stopped, and the room grew silent as people stared at them. Suddenly everyone began to snicker and laugh. Hermione looked over at Severus and her eyes widened. His robes were too tight, too short, and they bore the Gryffindor crest, while she stood there swimming in black robes marked with a serpent.