Hermione's head was swimming. While her experience was limited, no one had the power to cause the goosebumps on her skin like Snape did. In one instant, time seemed to slow down. She could appreciate every white scare on his skin. The next, she could not keep her thoughts straight in a flash of flesh and furry. His bold hands sparked a near unquenchable thirst. She did not want to control her actions, only fall victim to her want.

Forbidden. This one word cried out in the midst of the pleasure in her fogged brain. She chanted it with every breath in a failed attempt to regain control. And every breath only excited her more. All hope of control was gone. She did not care to calculate the difference in their ages. The ethical breach in teacher/student relations. While a small part of her tried to regain control by assessing the situation, her mind was no match for her starved body. Snape was more than willing to feed her starved body with his slow caresses, small kisses, and appreciative gazes.

In the span of a heartbeat, Snape hoisted her hips above his waist. Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around his body. Her reaction caused a smile on his lips. Snape walked them both to the bed and placed her gently on the mattress. Hovering over her body, he took his time to watch the concerned look cross her face.

"Rest assured," he breathed. "Just because you cross the threshold of this room, does not mean I require you to follow to completion." He brought his lips to grace her chin in the softest motion. "You do not even need to say a word." His wet lips left a small trail on her neck. "A simple moan or pause." He kissed her collar bone. "And I promise I will stop." His lips found a soft notch below her earlobe. Hermione sighed. While his kiss was soft, the expert placement was almost too much. Snape noted her sensitivity and lingered a moment or two longer than necessary. "If only you want me to."

She did not want to hold back any longer. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his body closer. Snape registered her action and chuckled deep in his throat. The sound scared her a bit. It was close to what she envisioned the dark lord made when creating his most devious plans. This one thought brought her attention to the danger of her position. It was dangerous. But it felt right.

She met his erratic hips with a wanting thrust and took as much pleasure from the meshed bodies would allow. Her hand would never compare. Her fingers would never suffice. She could never match the man above her.

"Hermone," he whispered to her ear. His voice, with its soothing quality radiated to her core. She rolled her hips is the most exotic way before her mind could stop her muscles. He registered the movement. Snape stilled his hips. Refusing to meet her beckoning buck. He looked into her face with the most innocent gaze he could muster. "Do you like that?" She hated his unanswered question before he could register her glare. He was toying with her.

She pulled back her pelvis on the next impending wave only to make him suffer. "Only if you did." She managed with a straight face. It was her most rewarding movement. She loved the look of his frustrated brows as his hips moved to enjoy his desired prize. Perhaps a shallow thrust was enough to break him. It was.

Was she ashamed? Almost. His hips snapped in time with hers. She could feel a delicious ripple up her spine as he rolled his hips to her pleasure. Ashamed only in that she could not pinpoint the events leading to this exquisite joy. But with quirked lips, she refused to give in to such heartbreak. He dove in and paid special attention to her nipple. When he snapped his hips, he gave another devilish swirl. She could not stop a pleasured mummer escape her lips. It was too much. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and waited for the next swirl.

He caught on in less than a heartbeat and slowed his erratic pace. Instead, he thrust and gave a more exaggerated swirl of his hips. Hermione could not stop her breath. She involuntarily grabbed his shoulders and screamed out loud. "YES." She was sure the even the sauced on their bar stools heard her womanly cry. And she didn't care. As long as the man above her continued his movement. She would face drunken stares sated gaze when she left the room as long as he kept doing that.

Hermione could not force her eyes open. That one fact filled her with remorse. This man on top of her brought her so much pleasure, she was sorry she could not communicate the joy in her heart with a look in her eyes. Muffled groans would have to suffice. While this caused some disappointment settling in her heart, immense pleasure radiated from her core.

'Ahh, Ohh" was all she could maneuver from her brain to her lips. Fear and doubt were too powerful for her to overcome. She wanted to share this pleasure with her lover but was afraid the acknowledgment would trigger failure. They did not talk about the implications. What did this mean? Was he looking for a quick thrill and planned on resuming their less than friendly relationship? Could she honestly give him a physical relationship with no emotional connection? These thoughts and many like it cluttered her mind.

In an instant, Snape noted the change in her demeanor and tried to changed her sense of the world. He continued to snap and ground his pelvis in the same way that brought cries of pleasure from her lips. He ignored her shut eyes and grasped her face to meet his. He disregarded his own impending pleasure to secure hers.

In a second her lids flashed open. Her dilated eyes met his. This was one moment was quick to fade and he needed to strike his claim. He was experienced in ways she was not. He knew the self-doubt that women allowed to tear at their interior.

"For you," was all he could utter. Hindsight is a bitter pleasure. In all the words and phrases in the English and many other languages, surely he could have picked another encouraging sentence. But his body showed signs he could not last much longer. His own end so close, he wanted to give some offering as heartfelt as his own impending pleasure. Those words were the worst and the best he could offer in such a weak moment.

His eyes flashed with the most patient looks. That moment exposed more of Snape than she needed. In less than a breath, she bucked her hips, straightened her leg, pushed her weight, and won the upper hand. Hermione did all this and changed position. She was on top of this untouchable man. She closed her eyes from his penetrating gaze and savored the feeling. Hermione could control the momentum. Only she could gauge the depth and intensity of their progress. The power alone was almost enough to put her over the edge.

Two quick pleasurable rolls from her core told her she was close. Hermione planted a firm hand on Severus' toned shoulder and instructed him without words to let her take control. He stopped his quick and soft thrust to let her enjoy the feel in all its entirety. Hermione plunged her hips and rolled her pelvis in an unfamiliar but thrilling movement. She was afraid to lock eyes with her lover. The feeling was far too intense. She was so close, she was afraid she would lose her momentum in less than a flash.

Her tongue snaked out over her lips before she could retrieve it and she heard Severus groan under her. His vocal encouragement was too much. She felt the power override her and she leaned back. "So tight," she heard him whisper between heavy breaths. She forced her body follow a delicious wave starting from her head, moving through her shoulders and torso, and ending with an evil snap at her hips. She moaned in response before she could think to stop herself. When her mind registered he was appreciating her body, another wave rocked her body. She visibly shuddered. "So wet." He continued. Her hand draped carelessly behind her head and let her body roll over his. The sensuous movements were near too much. He chucked with his dangerous voice. "Do you like that?" Hermione could not find the words to answer him. A small moan that only comes from a woman's throat rang out in the small room.

It was the control he gave her. She could not refuse. Her breasts beat free until his grasped one in his calloused hand and Hermione knew she had to ride it out. Without warning, another delicious wave of pleasure rocked her body. She listened to man under her moan. The power was beyond measure. Hermione loved the feeling of her slick walls rolling out another wave of wetness and she rode her lover harder. Snape caught his breath in his chest. His fingers gripped her hips and left purple marks on her flesh. His chest shook as he exhaled. "Please." He whispered.

Hermione rode out her impending orgasm and the man below her. Her tongue snaked out and grazed her lip as she explored new depths of pleasure with his member firmly planted inside her. She snapped a hand on the headboard and welcomed her spasms of pleasure. For a moment, she forgot his wanting cries. His thin and needy fingers marking her hips. His hot breath rushing over her nipples. It was the intense joy that made her forget her seized calf. Forget her jaw frozen in an awkward and painful position. Forget her arms locked at the elbows. She forgot all this welcomed the most intense orgasm she ever felt on top of the man of her fantasies.

The radiating calm waves of her orgasm did not bring her to reality. Her muscles relaxing did not shake her from her pleasure. The only thing that shook her from her own joy was the cry form the man below her. Hermione cupped his face in her hands. She wrapped her thin feet under his calves and welcomed him back to the world. He shuttered as the aftershock subsided. While she was not experienced before that night, Hermione rode his body with expert ease. She felt foolish for blocking him out. For shutting her eyes while he tried to find contact with hers.

Snape placed her in the crook of his arm and pulled the blanket over their naked bodies. Hermione turned her head to him. "What about-"

"Shh..." He interrupted and place a finger over her lips. He kissed her temple and she followed his instruction. She did not know how she would look at him in the hallways next week. Or if he would return to his usual treatment during class. She pushed these thoughts out of her head and focused on the present. How his strong arms wrapped around her small frame. How his broad chest felt against her back. How his lower body felt sticky and warm against her skin. She made herself remember all these things because she knew she may never have a chance to enjoy them again.

While Snape started to breath slow and deep into her hair, Hermione forced herself to commit every sense to memory. This was one moment she did not want to forget.