The Rocking Chair

The Rocking Chair
by
Jeslyn Nighthawk

A/N: First I would like to say that this is my first ever lemon, and I\'m still not quite believing that I actually wrote it. This was inspired by a scene in the movie Lolita.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the characters contained therein belong to JKR. I do not own them.

It was such a simple thing, that rocking chair. Inherited from his father, it was the one item that Severus could say held only good memories… Memories of his father reading to him as a small child, and himself being rocked to sleep… It was a worn piece of furniture, the polish coming off in some spots, and it creaked a bit when you rocked it. The dark wood was nicked in many places, and the upholstery on the seat was nearly worn through in some spots. But it was a comfortable old chair, Severus\' favorite.

Even now, years after his father\'s death, embroiled in a war, this chair was sometimes his only possible way of falling asleep. After meetings with the Dark Lord, his body still trembling from the force of his Lord’s displeasure, Severus would collapse into the old rocking chair, and let the gentle motion and the warmth from the hearth seep into him until the pain passed and he fell into slumber.

He had not expected to wake in the dead of the night with her in his lap. His lover of some months, Hermione Granger was supposed to be at Grimmauld Place this evening, not here at Hogwarts. She was most especially not supposed to be in his chambers asleep on his lap.

She was so much smaller than him, it was no wonder her settling into his lap had not woken him… Her legs were draped over his, her hands bunched in his robes at his chest, and her pert little nose was nuzzling into his neck, her riotous curls tickling his nose. Although he was still fully clothed, Hermione was decidedly not. She was wearing a black silk nightgown that although it clung nicely to her ample curves, reached nearly to her knees. Apparently she had come with seduction in mind, and been thwarted by his state of unconsciousness- a state she had apparently decided to join him in.

Well, he thought, far be it for Severus Snape to allow her plans to go awry. If seduction were on the menu tonight, seduction it would be. It wasn\'t his fault that she had succumbed to slumber and left the seducing to him… With a smirk that would have terrified his students, he shifted his weight so that she was more comfortably situated in his lap. The chair groaned lightly at his movements, but Hermione barely stirred. She was now situated with her legs spread one on each side of his body, her back to him, and her head tilted back and resting on his shoulder.

Chuckling lowly, Severus reached for the book sitting on the small end table near to the old rocking chair. It was nothing romantic, or particularly interesting: simply an old alchemy text that he had been perusing early to clarify an aspect of his research. He opened it to a random page and began reading, while his free hand reached around his lover to make small gentle circles on her silk covered abdomen, every so often straying to brush against the underside of her breasts.

Hermione stirred, but still did not wake, relaxing herself into the motions of his hand. Finally, Severus paused to turn his page. At the same time he bent his neck to drop a kiss on the crook of her neck, laving the spot with his tongue. Hermione\'s eyes fluttered open at the sensation, and she muttered a sleepy, \"Severus?\"

\"Yes, my dear?\" He replied returning to his reading, though his free hand was now beginning to explore beneath the skirt of her nightgown, running slowly up and down the length of her inner thigh.

\"What—\" her breath hitched as he brushed across her damp curls, before switching his ministrations to the other leg, \"What are you doing?\"

\"I should think that would be obvious, Hermione,\" Severus\' voice was a low purr in her ear, his hot breath teasing down her neck, \"I\'m reading.\" Severus began to move his hand lightly over her center, teasing her into awareness.

\"Reading. Perhaps you would like to read this aloud for me?\" he asked, as his fingers sought out and found her slick folds. \"So my hands are free?\" He again placed a kiss on her neck, lingering there as his fingers toyed with her labia and brushed her opening.

Catching on, Hermione leaned forward slightly to allow his mouth a better angle, and took the book from him, beginning to read at a random sentence…The words did not matter, of course, the sound of her voice, low and husky, interspersed with quiet moans and whimpers gave clear indications of what she thought of her lover\'s ministrations. Severus leaned forward as well, and brushed his lips over her shoulder, murmuring a charm as he did so, his own clothes disappearing without any interruption to his motions between her legs. His now free hand drifted up to caress her breasts through the silk of her gown. With deliberate slowness he teased her nipples until the taught buds were clearly visible through the clingy silk. His mouth continued to work her shoulders and neck.

Hermione began moving against the hand at her center, asking silently for more friction, and when Severus\' finger finally brushed her clit, the book fell forgotten from her hands to land with a soft thud upon the carpeted floor.

Severus\' arousal was growing with hers, and when she gasped, \"Severus, please…\" in a voice thick with desire, he shifted her body so that he entered her smoothly, and deeply. Her tight, wet heat engulfed him, and he felt as if he were being consumed by her. He let out a long low moan, that was complemented by her soft sigh.

Slowly Severus began rocking slowly within her, the chair beneath them groaning and creaking quietly in tandem to their own moans and gasps. The two lovers worked each other into a fever pitch, the slow rhythm becoming faster with each pull, push, pull. His hands were like brands on her hips, even through the silk of her nightgown, and her knuckles were turning white on the arms of the old chair. The desire between the two became frantic as the rhythm began to crescendo, the pull, push, pull becoming imperative, as if to stop now would mean the end of everything.

As the pressure between them began to build, Hermione began to make a keening noise, that emanated from deep within her. With one last desperate thrust against her lover, Hermione came, the keening breaking off into a startled gasp, every cell in her body vibrating in the pleasure of her climax. Her release triggered Severus\' own, and her name was torn from his throat as her body milked him and drew out his own pleasure.

Still rocking, the chair still creaking beneath them, the two slowly came down from the heights to which they had ascended, his hands gently rubbing at her hips. She turned around slightly, a mahogany curl drifting in front of her eye. Hermione looked into the obsidian eyes of her lover, and felt as if she were being devoured by dark light emanating from within them. \"I love you,\" she murmured, before brushing a light kiss over his lips.

Severus stared into her eyes for a few endless moments before brushing the curl from her face and replying, \"I love you, too,\" and claiming her lips in a kiss that only confirmed it.

A/N: So there it is. Please let me know what you think. I need to know if this worked before I try and make smut happen in the actual context of a story. Thank you for reading, and please drop a review.