Cravings

"Severus." Hermione shook her husband's arm, rubbing her stomach as her son kicked her strongly. "Severus? Are you awake?"

"No, I'm sleeping as should you be," he mumbled into his pillow, burrowing lower into it. This was the third night in a row when she'd woken him from a sound sleep. If she wasn't eight months pregnant, he'd probably hex her.

"You are too awake."

"Only because you insist on waking me at the ungodly hour of 3:32 every fucking night. What is it tonight, Hermione? can't roll out of bed? Heartburn? Nightmare? Burped wrong?" he ranted at his wife through the pillow. He hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since the beginning of her seventh month. He was on the verge of tears. If Dumbledore had wanted to defeat the Dark Lord 22 years before, he should have sent women in their final trimester to live with him day in and day out. He'd have hexed himself into oblivion rather than be tortured so.

Silence met his rant and he started to fall back asleep before hearing her sniffle. 'Damn it! Now, there's no chance of sleep.' he sighed and rolled over, reaching to hug his young wife to his side. "I'm sorry, love." He wiped tears from her eyes, resigning himself to a long night of jumping to his hormonal wife's command. Again. "The students have been quite unruly as of late. Forgive me?" He kissed her cheek and stroked her stomach lovingly. He sighed again when he realized it wouldn't placate her. She still lay cold and unmoving against his body. "Hermione, tell me what I can do. I am sorry for being short with you." He had apologized more to his pregnant wife in the last five months than he had during the previous 42 years of his life combined. Next thing he knew, he'd be begging her on his knees for her forgiveness. He hoped this would be their only child and that the pain of the baby's birth would discourage her from wanting to get pregnant again.

"I'm sorry, Severus," she sniffled through her tears, rubbing her nose against his night shirt. He rubbed her back consolingly. "I just can't sleep."

"What can I get for you?"

"I want... " She blushed and dropped her head. He lifted it with a touch of his fingers to her chin.

"What, Hermione? If it's in my power to give, it is yours."

"I want you to make love to me. You haven't touched me since my last appointment with Poppy." Her bottom lip quivered. Trying not to smile, Severus kissed his wife softly.

"You seemed so tired and out of sorts, so I thought I was being considerate of your feelings, Hermione."

"I feel fat and I can't roll over. You think I'm ugly, don't you?"

'Uh-oh! The waterworks are coming back.' To forestall more crying, he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her into his embrace. Pushing her curls away from her face, he kissed her harshly, grinding himself as close to her as he could, rubbing his erection against her hip roughly.

"Does this feel like I find you ugly, woman? Far from it. You look like a Madonna, pregnant with my child. Everything about you turns me on and makes me hard, at the worst possible times sometimes." His hands quickly pushed her nightgown off, his lips finding her closest nipple quickly, suckling it in. He gasped when he felt the little rush of liquid, amazed that this was going to feed his child soon. He swallowed and moaned. Hermione gripped his night shirt and yanked it over his head, baring him to her fevered touch.

"More," she moaned as his fingers slid between her thighs, already wet with wanting. He chuckled and pushed her to her back, letting go of her breast with a 'pop.' He lay on his side, perpendicular to her, one of her legs between his, the other resting over his thigh as he slid inside of her without preamble.

"See how much I want you still, Hermione? I can't bear to wait before fucking you," he whispered raggedly between thrusts. The hand closest to her body fondled her clit, while the other gripped the bedding, anchoring himself as he thrust deeply. He closed his eyes, listening to his wife yelling his praises into the empty bedroom. He had watched and wanted her for two weeks, but Poppy had said that relations might hasten Hermione's labor, that was why he hadn't touched her since then. But if it would make her happy, far be it from him to keep her wanting. Plus, she might be worn out and let them both get some sleep tonight. He thrust into her firmly, his hips pistoning in and out of her body, his fingers flying over her clit, over-stimulating her until she froze around him, squeezing him tight and clenched; her mouth opened in a silent scream, her fingers digging into his arm, leaving half-moon shaped impressions.

"Oh, shit, Hermione." Severus thrust through her orgasm, feeling the tightening in his lower stomach, his balls pulling up into his body as he came inside of his wife. He groaned and closed his eyes, panting as Hermione released the death grip on his body. It had been too long since they had last made love. Since their marriage 18 months before, it was the longest they'd gone without having sex and he wasn't used to it.

Breathing heavily, he leaned up on one elbow, pushing his damp black hair from his face with the other, smelling her musky arousal coating his fingers. "Feel better, woman? Still think I believe you ugly? I want you with every breath I breathe; every time I open my eyes I'm amazed you're lying beside me and I thank the deities that you decided to give me a chance. I refrained because I thought that was what was expected." He smiled as her fingers roamed over his lips. He nipped at them playfully, watching in fascination as her stomach clenched and released in the afterglow of her orgasm. His free hand moved down to feel her stomach and was surprised to find it as hard as a rock. She was having a contraction caused by their lovemaking.

"Mmmm. I feel wonderful. Thank you, Severus. I love you so much." She smiled, reminding him of Mona Lisa, hiding a secret through the ages and making man wonder what it was. She unwound her legs from his and scooted to the edge of the bed. Giving a little grunt, she got up and headed into the bathroom, cleaning herself and of course using the toilet as she was wont to do lately.

When she returned to the bed, her husband was back under the covers on his side of the bed, his eyes closed. She climbed in next to him awkwardly and snuggled into him as best she could. She sighed, sated physically for the first time in two weeks, lying in the dark with her hands rubbing her stomach soothingly.

"Severus?" She felt him sigh against her neck.

"Yes, Hermione, what is it?" he answered wearily, beaten.

"I'm really having a craving for some peanut butter and cheese curds. Would you please go get me some?"

"Will it make you happy, love?"

"The baby wants them."

His eyes popped open and he looked at her with suspicion. "Are you telling me that the baby wanted Daddy to shag his Mummy?"

"No, Mummy wanted Daddy to shag her. Baby wants peanut butter and cheese curds. Please?" She pouted and watched Severus fling the blanket back and dress in his boxers and a black t-shirt. He slipped his feet into his slippers and stood before his wife so disheveled.

"I'll be right back. Anything else, light of my life?"

"Milk?"

"Of course. If any students find me in this condition, you won't be seeing me after dinner since I'll be administering detentions until their graduation from Hogwarts." He walked out of the suite and hurried through the empty castle to the kitchen.

Pleased that the house-elves had what his wife wanted, he carried the covered tray back down to the dungeon and triumphantly entered his rooms. Opening the door to his bedroom, he gaped at Hermione.

She had flung herself haphazardly across the entire bed, arms and legs akimbo, sound asleep and snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Severus sighed, put the tray on the table in the sitting room and lay down on the chaise lounge.

Finally, uninterrupted sleep.


A/N~~ One shot, never to be repeated, lol. Hope others like it.
Like most people, I use real life situations to write, and this was something that happened during my third pregnancy. BTW, really great position too ;-)
Please review
PS~~ It's funny, I thought I'd try and give a little of the man's perspective in this...And everyone is agreeing about how Hermione is reacting. I'm glad y'all like it
please review though. pretty please with sevvie on top?
Marti