A/N: This epilogue was not included when I originally posted it on the 2014 Live Journal Hermione Smut Fest but I was persuaded to post it here by the darling SnarkyGranger. I would like to thank the lovely araeofsomething, without her, this story would never have been finished. A quick shout out to the ladies on our SS/HG Facebook page. This story is for all of you that sail on this majestic ship.

Epilogue (Some time later…)

"You are insatiable woman, Stonehenge, how original," his voice ragged as he pounded into her, his cock filling her completely.

"I've never heard any complaints."

"And…you never will wife, now bend over and show me that pretty pink cunt," he ordered. She'd apparated them away from the reception without notice, destination unknown to him.

Hermione did as she was told. Pushing away from the hard stone she lifted her short dress and bent over. Her veil covered her face, a symbol of purity currently being perverted as her husband pounded into her waiting sex.

Severus had made sex with Hermione an art form. He'd molded and taught her the ways of pure ecstasy. He used his mouth, his hands, his voice as well as various accoutrements when she was being especially naughty to take her to levels of pleasure she'd only ever dreamt of. She was comfortable in her skin around him, his confidence infectious. Their lovemaking was organic, their desire constant. Severus made the ordinary extraordinary.

As Severus pounded into the glorious cunt of his wife of just a few hours, he wondered how life had dealt him such a magnificent hand. Surely, the first part of his life had been besotted with unrequited love, a megalomaniac, a mad old man and an annoying chosen one, he'd do it all again if it meant he got to hold the woman that was currently on her knees ravishing his cock with her mouth. He'd found his true match in her. Her insatiable need to learn was matched only with his rampant desire to teach. He'd awakened her sexually but she'd managed to open his heart to what love really was.

Severus buried his hands in the mass of curls on her head and came. Her moans of pleasure reverberated against his skin as her hands massaged his shaft. He cried out his release oblivious to the tourists that walked along the perimeter of the site. The natural magic that flowed from the stones filled them both as he dropped to his knees in front of her and ravaged her mouth. His gentle hands on her face contrasted wildly with the frantic need of his kisses.

She pulled away and looked at him. When she did this it made him both weak and powerful.

"Why me?" she asked, afraid of the answer but needing to know.

He looked off into the distance, his eyes squinting slightly at the setting sun. Turning to her, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip and smiled.

"I saw myself in you," he whispered as his lips came down softly on hers.