*waves excitedly*

Well hello my lovelies! As promised, here is a sequel to one of the HISS fics. I am still diligently working on all the rest so have no fear. I hope you all enjoy this second bit of lemon-y goodness that really is the plot lol.

This one was requested by several of my Coven Sisters to be updated so it got first priority. The next will most likely be Consequences of Caring as it was also requested first.

Hope you all enjoy and see you on the other side!

Always

~Tempest

Severus groaned as he straightened his back and rubbed at the knot that was forming at the base of his spine. This artifact was proving to be a right pain in his arse and he wasn't sure he was going to be able to figure out the curse lingering around it on his own. Though he had a wealth of knowledge about dark curses and curse breaking, he had never been formally trained in either and it seemed this particular one was above his expertise. He hated to let Amelia down but the DoM was most likely going to have to wait until their head curse breaker returned from France or look to more unsavory sources for help.

Stepping back and summoning his cup of coffee, Severus took a long drink, his eyes closing at the aroma of vanilla and hazel nut before taking a sip and letting the flavor roll along his tongue before swallowing. This was one of many things his tiny little witch had gotten him to try against all of his posturing and arguments and he thanked her mentally every time he took a sip and savored the smooth glide of vanilla on his taste buds and the hint of hazelnut that lingered after he swallowed. Who knew coffee could taste so decadent…oh yes, his little book worm did.

Thinking of her only made his chest ache again. He had been stuck in this sealed room for over a week now trying to figure out the puzzle of this damnable curse. He was sore and exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home to his wife and wrap around her warm body to sleep until all the aches faded. Of course getting her to sit still long enough for that to happen meant he would first have to wear her out body and mind, but really who would complain about that?

His mind drifting over that day in the Weasley store room and what had started them on their new path in life together always made him smile and as he headed for his connecting room to shower off the day's grime and sweat, Severus followed his thoughts and enjoyed the remembrance.

His knees had protested as they had hit the hardwood floor but a wave of his hand had the floor softening as his hands reached to peel the tight skirt up Hermione's legs and over her hips. The satin green knickers she had on underneath made his already hardened cock twitch in his pants and he had to remind himself that unlike in the fantasy…he was not full of that much stamina just yet and would need to see to her pleasure first.

Careful not to rip the delicate and sexy fabric, Severus pulled them down her legs, his hands on the inside of the fabric so he could run his palms along her silky skin as he went. Lifting one heeled foot up, he slipped the knickers off but left them hanging on the other foot.

Sitting back he took in the picture of this witch. In the papers she was known for being a prude, the ice queen of the wizarding world. Her defenses were impenetrable and anyone who crossed her path and was not on her side tended to quake in anxiety and fear. She was a woman no one truly wished to tangle with and only did so if all other options were exhausted.

He found her persona outside to be not only formidable but sexy as hell. Looking at her now he realized that the ice covered a woman filled with a scorching passion if you just had the correct key to unlock the complicated wards that made up the Gryffindor Princess. He silently thanked Merlin, the old gods, the founders, and anyone else who might be listening that it seemed without much effort to be other than what he truly was…he had said key.

Her feet apart with her legs spread for him, her delicate and expensive knickers around one ankle standing before him in four inch heels, she was the epitome of a goddess. Letting his eyes roam slowly upward he took in the silken gold of her skin, the gentle flare of her hips and the raunchiness of her work skirt, usually in its prim and proper place just an inch above her knees, bunched up around her small waist. Her buttoned up silk blouse still tucked neatly into the hem of said skirt hugging her lovely female curves, the golden cream of her cleavage a hint passed the one button left undone.

Her hands gripped the shelf she leaned on, knuckles bleached white with how tight she held as her chest heaved up and down with her panting breaths. Her face was tilted down towards him, her eyes glazed as she looked at him in fascinated fear, like she was still afraid he wasn't real. Her mouth was parted in a small o shape and her lips glistened with what he now knew would be flavored lip gloss that she liked to wear instead of lip stick. There was only one part of this picture that didn't match what he wanted.

"Take your hair down Hermione."

The command was softly given, Severus using his voice shamelessly as the smell of her arousal thickened with the whimper that left her throat. Prying her hands from the shelf, her legs wobbling enough that Severus reached up to steady her with his hands on her hips, Hermione released the clips on the magical hair brooch. Magic released her chestnut locks tumbled down from the tight confines she had wrestled them into and fell like chocolate rain down her front and back. The ringlets he expected were missing as her hair swung gently to a stop.

"What did you do to your hair? Where are the lovely ringlets from your fantasy?"

She opened her mouth to speak only for her voice to crack. He watched as she licked her lips and swallowed before trying again.

"I straighten it in the mornings with a potion I buy from the twins. It's easier to fix into a professional style if it's straight first."

His thumbs tracing lazy circles along her hip bones and down slightly into the crease where her thighs met her hips, Severus let his disapproval show.

"You have beautiful hair just as it is naturally Hermione. You shouldn't tame it or hide it just because the world cannot appreciate the beauty of it. After today, if we go further from here, I never want to see it any other way but down and wild."

Her pupils dilated in desire even as he watched the independent Hermione Granger bleed back into her body.

"And I don't take kindly to being told what to do Severus unless it's sexual!"

Giving her a slow grin, Severus let his hands slip lower, his thumbs caressing along her lower lips. The crisp hair tickled his skin as he mercilessly used her desire against her.

"I assure you Hermione…it is very…sexual…this request I make."

Shifting his hands he gripped her hip with one just as he slid the fingers of the other through her folds to gather her wetness.

"Just thinking about seeing you standing like this, your body open to me without reservations, and your hair hanging in wild, abandonment along your breasts and down your back…I assure you sex is the only thing on my mind."

"Except it wasn't a request…it was a command. I may let you command me in my dreams Severus but you have not earned that right outside of my own fantasies."

His eyebrow raised almost on its own as he tilted his head to the side while he let that sink in.

"Will I be able to earn that right?"

Her breath stuttered out in shock as she tightened her grip on the shelves once more.

"Do you…do you plan to stick around long enough for that?"

His smile was pure cunning as he leaned forward to drag his tongue fully along her slit before flicking it against her clit.

"My sweet little witch…after what you conjured up in that fantasy of yours…I plan to do all I can to have you for my own. So yes, I plan to be around long enough for that and many, many other things. But for now I will concede to your point and instead ask, would you kindly considering leaving your hair in its natural, curly state around me?"

He watched her posture relax as she took in every nuance of his face. Widening her legs so that her balance was a precarious thing between his hold on her and the grip on the shelves, she let her head fall back to rest on the row behind her in complete surrender.

"Yes Severus…for you I will."

Her surrender, the pose, her husky voice falling on his ears like warm, satin rain was his undoing. Gripping her hip to help keep her steady, Severus did exactly as she had fantasized him doing and buried his face in her quim. There was no teasing or finesse to be had as he licked and sucked and devoured her. Her nectar was like honey, warm and thick as it slid down his throat. Her cries of pleasure were as wild and uninhibited as he wanted her hair to be. His name falling like a benediction from her lips only fueled his mania as he gripped the back of her thighs in both hands and using a small push of magic, lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders.

The new angle put her glistening folds level with his face and diving back in, he lost himself in her taste, her hips undulating as she climbed higher and higher to her peak. The crest when it came was everything he had hoped it would be. Her cry rang along the walls, echoing off the glass jars and bottles as her legs clenched around his head. In her release her hands flew forward to grip his hair, putting all her trust in him to hold her upright as she let herself fly. Her channel clenched around his fingers, spilling her nectar across his hand and chin.

He licked and sucked, stroking her velvet channel until the very last shuttered. Knowing again that dreams and fantasies cannot always be achieved first try, Severus carefully pulled his fingers from her dripping core and licked them clean as he helped her stand back to her feet. Discreetly wiping his mouth as he stood, Severus looked down at the tiny little witch.

Her face was flush with color from her release. Her eyes were closed as she tried to focus on just standing through the aftershocks her body kept having. Her hair was mussed from thrashing her head back and forth and the unruly look of her made him want to drop to his knees and start all over again. He watched her tongue peek out of her mouth to wet her dry lips and a yearning he didn't realize he even had rushed like a speeding train to the forefront of his mind.

Normally he didn't have the confidence to follow through with such a voracious want as being denied tended to hurt worse but this was Hermione, this was the woman who cried as he held her during what was supposed to be a sexual fantasy. She cried that he died, that he was lost. She promised she was his and would always be his. Not one to normally believe dreams of any kind, he took that leap of faith now as he lowered his head.

His lips brushed her parted ones gently, just a light touch that was more air that contact but her small gasp seemed to pull him the rest of the way in. Settling his lips over hers, Severus couldn't help the sighed groan that rumbled up from his chest to expel along her mouth. Sucking her plumb bottom lip into his mouth, Severus marveled at the sensual taste of her skin, the way her mouth seem to part more for him as he explored just her lips. He knew he would leave the bottom one plumb and red from all the attention but he couldn't seem to leave off.

Hermione kept her hands gripping the shelf, as if she knew he wasn't used to touch and wasn't sure if her touch would be welcome. His inner asshole glared at him, berating him for allowing such an innocent thing as a simple kiss keep him from demanding she run her hands all over him. It seemed his subconscious knew exactly what he wanted while he was still playing catch up on the outside. Pulling back he opened his eyes and waited until she opened hers as well.

"Other than in the height of release, you haven't tried to touch me…why?"

He waited as she seemed to pry her hands loose from the shelf she had been holding. Flexing her fingers a few times to get feeling back she slowly raised them until she was cradling his face in between her small, soft palms.

"I wasn't sure what you would or would not be okay with me doing. The only things I know about you are from when I knew you and back then you didn't seem to like people in your personal space or touching you. I didn't want to overstep and possibly ruin this…moment."

Leaving forward again, tilting his head so their noses brushed along each other without bumping together, he spoke just a hairs breath from her lips.

"I would be perfectly okay with your touch Hermione. For reasons I don't feel like contemplating at the moment, I crave it actually."

With that omission between them, Severus delved back in, sweeping his tongue along her bottom lip one last time before plundering the depths of her mouth the same way he tasted between her other lips. He battled her tongue with his own, twisting and caressing the flesh with his as their moans intermingled in their breaths. He tasted and licked every inch he could, wanting to know every hidden secret her mouth could provide to him.

Her gentle caresses sent shivers along his skin as she scraped her nails along his scalp and down his neck. She gripped his hair with her right hand as her left made an unhurried path along the back of his neck and across his upper back before also sliding into his hair as she pressed into him with a louder moan. Her soft breasts felt like heaven pressed against his chest and he wrapped his arms fully around her to pull her as tightly to him as he could.

Breaking the kiss he traveled along her neck with nips and licks, her head falling back with a sigh. Her skin tasted just like she smelled and for a moment he felt like he was standing in a rainforest as the sun set in the background. She wore one of his magical scents it seemed and he craved her all the more knowing she was painted in his potions.

The nips and licks turned to kisses until he reached where her neck met her shoulder. He bit down before sucking the skin into his mouth, continuing until he knew it would leave a mark. He had never been allowed to mark a girl as a teenager and he thrilled at the idiocy of it now.

Her hands flew down his chest as he continued to lick and suck on her neck and made quick work of the buttons on his trousers. Reaching her hand in to find nothing in the way, Hermione moaned in excitement and lifted her leg up and around his hip as she stroked his length now free from the confines of his clothing. That simple touch almost sent him to his knees and with the same helping burst of magic he lifted her off her feet and pushed his weight against her and the shelf.

Letting her guide him, he sank deep into her tight, warm channel and they both groaned at the feel of her wrapped around his cock. Pulling half his length out and slamming back into her, Severus could already feel his release close and had to bite his tongue to keep it at bay. Opening his mouth to give her some kind of warning, he found he didn't need to as she seemed to understand him on a level he couldn't comprehend.

"It's okay Severus. I know. You already sent me soaring…take from me what you need."

Her acceptance and permission floored him just as much as it set him free. Holding her tightly to him, he rolled his hips a few times to feel every inch of her glide along every inch of him before letting go of his iron control. His hips moved like a piston as he slammed into her welcoming body. Her cries and mewls music to his ears as he chased a pleasure he had not felt in too many years until her. Swearing to himself that he would find a way to make it last as long as she wanted, Severus let himself go and with a cry of his own scratchy baritone voice he came deep inside his little witch, his legs giving way as his orgasm washed over him.

As he came down from his orgasmic high he was back to kneeling on the ground with Hermione in his lap, her hips gently rolling to extend the ripples of his release. Gripping her hips he stilled her movements, his lips finding hers even with his eyes closed as if he had been kissing her for years. Not caring about the cooling mess that was slowly dripping out of her, Severus lost himself in her mouth even as his body stayed soft but snuggled inside of her. He had never felt more at peace in his entire life and he knew this was the witch he was going to marry.

Groaning as he laid his head on the shower wall, Severus took his now hardened length in hand only to hiss when his ring shocked him. He really should not have let his mind drift back to that day. Now he was achingly hard with no way to assuage the issue thanks to his own insecurities. When Hermione had agreed to marry him he had asked if their rings could be charmed to not allow either to obtain pleasure without the other one within so much distance of the other. At the time it had been to appease his possessive and jealous nature even though he knew Hermione would never cheat on him.

Since then the charm had become a pain in his, well cock, to be quite frank. Hermione had no problem waiting until he returned home from one of these assignments and enjoyed letting her need and desire build until she could unleash it on him. He on the other hand had learned a very new fact about sexually active wizards who were bond to their witches…the more consummation you participated in the more you wanted to participate in. There were very few times during the day where he wasn't in the mood to bend his wife over any piece of furniture they were near and bury himself inside her.

It really was an area of contention he had with himself and found his lack of control over his own hormones to be embarrassing and inane. His healer had said that the rise in his libido would calm once he and Hermione had produced an heir. It was old magic that caused it and old magic always wanted a price in order to release you from its grip. In this case…a new magical life to further its own cause. Problem was…neither he nor Hermione had ever brought up the idea of children, let alone had a full discussion on whether or not they planned to have any.

Raising up and turning to wash his hair, Severus winced at the thought. If he was honest with himself he had not even really ever considered children. Though he was not old by wizarding standards and still had plenty of fertile years in him, being a spy and all the spell damage he had taken over the years made him feel and seem older than forty-two. He had not expected to survive the war and after he had, he had never once thought about having a wife or companion that would mean as much as Hermione did or be around him all the time.

Groaning at his body as just the thought of her sent a fission of need racing through his blood, Severus finished washing up before stepping out and quickly toweling off. Heading for his bedroom and knowing it was going to be another restless night, he closed his eyes and let his wife's face fill his mind as he cast. The ghost like raven flew from his wand, winging around the room once before setting on his shoulder. Instructing it to take a message to Hermione he spoke to her as he tended to do each night at this time.

"Hello my darling wife. I am heading to bed to try to get some sleep. I should be home in a day or two though I wish it was tonight. I need you…I thought to say more but really that sums it up perfectly. I love you. Sleep well my little lion."

As the raven winged about the room once more before soaring through the wall and towards his home, Severus let out a despondent sigh. He knew his voice would sound broken and needy and he hated that but he had promised to always be honest with Hermione from day one and he kept his promises. He could only hope that his incessant clinging did not drive her away in the future.

Walking to his wardrobe, Severus started to rummage for pajama bottoms when he felt a slight tug on his magic. Standing to his full height he waited and when the same tug came with a little more urgency, he couldn't contain his smile. Moving in long strides, he threw himself onto the bed, situated himself comfortably and let his magic fly.

Sliding into his body, Severus gave it a moment for the fuzz of the potion to adjust. As his surroundings became clear, he smiled even though he knew what he did would not show on his fantasy clone. The room he was in was fairly spacious if a bit dark. The floors were black marble with white inlays and the walls were an awful striped black and white and bare of any personal pictures. The only thing hanging was the plaque stating the accomplishments of his beautiful wife. Several cherry wood desks made a circle on one side of the room and across from them on the other side was one larger cherry wood desk where his lovely paramour sat right this very moment.

He couldn't see all of her as she was seated with her head bent, her hands flying as she wrote on the parchment in front of her but he knew what he would find. She had a penchant now for wearing those hip hugging, ass shaping pencil skirts to work with a matching silk blouse that always complimented her feminine curves without being too racy.

He also knew if she had designed this fantasy just for him that when he lifted that same skin tight skirt that he would find nothing under it but a black lace garter belt, thigh high hose, and those sexy little thin strips of lace that connected the two with silver clips. Once again he mentally thanked any and all higher beings for his good fortune as his host body started to move.

"I thought you said you would be coming home on time tonight wife."

His voice was once again deep and melodious as it always was in her dreams and he loved her even more for being able to give that back to him when she was able. Those honey eyes slowly left her work to peruse his body from his feet to his face before a slow smile worked its way onto her face.

"I did. But how would I ever get you in my office, alone, if I came home on time?"

He could feel his lips pull up in a cunning smirk worthy of the finest Slytherin as he moved closer and leaned one hip on her desk, sitting just enough to look relaxed but sinfully handsome as she liked to call him. Turning his body just enough to face her comfortably, he raised one eyebrow in query.

"And why pray tell my brash little lion did you need to get me into your office…alone?"

Pushing her chair back, Hermione stood and he got his first full glimpse of her body. The blouse was a stunning champagne that set her skin tone and the honey highlights in her hair off. He could tell she wore no bra under the shirt as her nipples pebbled into hard peaks when his eyes caressed passed them. The skirt did not quite reach her knees but stopped a few inches short, the material hugging her hips and thighs like a second skin. The white was in direct contrast to his all black shirt and trousers and the color on her made his mouth water. The stocking she wore were a nude color and her golden legs against the white gave her a soft glow of health and vitality.

As she came around the desk slowly, those hips swaying in invitation, the four inch heeled boots came into view and had he been in real time and not this dreamscape he would have whimpered. As the sound escaped his mouth he couldn't help but feel wonder that she knew he so unbelievably well.

"You did tell me once that you wanted to come to my office once all my dunderheaded employees left and, oh how did you put it my filthy mouthed husband? Oh yes…fuck me senseless over my pristine ministry desk."

Stopping just out of arms reached and crossing her arms, Hermione licked her glossed lips and raised her own eyebrow at him. Her pose caused her breasts to rise and put those pebbled peaks on display and he felt his mouth water for a taste. Hoping she knew him well enough for this moment to go the way he wanted, he crowed in his head when dream him moved with swift strides, lifted her off her feet and set her down on the edge of her desk.

Her chocked laugh of shock was cut off as he stepped between her legs, bent at the waist and leaned her back to take one hard peak into his mouth, silk shirt and all. Her moan was a symphony for his neglected ears and with a hum he sucked the pebble like the sweetest candy, nibbling gently as she squirmed in his hold before flicking his tongue back and forth. Not wanting to leave the other precious treat wanting he released one to swing to the other and gave it the same amount of affection and attention.

Back and forth he went until her hips were undulating wildly and her voice rang out with pleas for more, for release, with his name. He only stopped when one of her deft little hands tried to reach for his cock. Grabbing her by the wrist and catching the other one while he was at it, Severus pushed her flat to the desk and held her hands above her head. With a silent burst of magic he stuck her hands that way and gave her a look that told her he found her impatience to be very naughty.

"You may be driving this dreamscape love but this is my fantasy. And with that wicked little mind of yours being so very precise…you have no control over how this encounter goes. Now lay there like a good little princess while I shower you in jewels of pleasure and gold dipped orgasms."

Her chuckle turned to a sigh as he waved his hand to vanish the silk top and slowly kissed his way down one arm only to lick a line back up and move to the other. Savoring the taste of her skin, he kissed and licked, nipped and sucked every inch from her neck to her navel until she was pleading with him in high pitched mewls. He loved making her wild with want and she knew it. She always said he was such an asshole for it and yet here she was in a fantasy created by her, allowing him to drive her once more into insanity.

Lifting her skirt by running his hands gently up the outside of her thighs, Severus kissed his way down as he dropped to his knees. Knowing he had teased her enough, he started to move to kiss her in a more secret place when he stopped to admire the view once more. She had created his fantasy to perfection. She had the garter belt on and the metal clips shone brightly where they clipped to her thigh high nude colored hose. However, she was completely bare everywhere else.

"It seems wife that you forgot your knickers today. Did you plan on sharing your nectar with some other bloke I don't know about?"

The growl of jealousy rang in his voice and his wife's pixie like laugh had him nipping at the spot where her thigh met her hip in retaliation.

"Of course not husband mine. Why would I bother with some 'other bloke' as you put it when I have the god of all things sexual to come kneel at my feet and worship at the altar of my womanhood?"

Her cheek set his blood on fire and he could hear the teasing note in her voice. Vanishing his own clothes so he could free his aching cock, Severus set to work worshipping. Suckling her clit with a firm pull into his mouth had her back arching off the desk as her voice broke on a cry of pleasure. He gave her no quarter or mercy as he licked and sucked her little bud with the ferocity he was known for.

As soon as she cried out her release he was up and on her, slamming his length to the hilt inside her. Her cry turned to a scream as her body shuttered from his brutal invasion but still he gave her no mercy. Gripping her legs in his hands he spread her wide for him as he set a brutal pace, slamming his cock as deep inside her as he could go with each thrust.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and his lower back as he lost himself in her silken folds and soft skin. He continued to go back to taste the ambrosia of her lips over and over until he felt drunk on her kisses. His eyes slid closed as he sped closer and closer to his own climax and with a grip on one hip and in her hair, he came with a roar of his own, filling her with his release as she cried out with another roll of ecstasy that coursed through her.

He lay against her for some time just soaking up her warmth and enjoying the blissed out feelings that cascaded throughout his body. Pushing his head and shoulders up, he returned to her lips again, taking his time savoring every drop of love and affection he could as she returned his lazy kisses with her own.

"I love you Hermione…more than I can ever show or say."

"I love you too Severus. Come home soon. I miss you terribly."

With those parting words, he woke in his bed, his stomach covered in his release and his body completely and utterly relaxed. Summoning his wand, Severus cleaned and clothed himself before setting his wand on the side table and rolling to his side. Closing his eyes, he let his mind and body drift off to sleep, his love and appreciation for his wife bubbling just under the surface of his thoughts and deep in his heart.