A/N: Can you believe it?! I'm updating! O.O I'm sure you all thought this story had been abandoned. No, I'm just existing in a very busy phase of life. :)
Disclaimer since it's been so very long: I still don't own any of the characters or places you recognize.
Enjoy! (FYI - this is a rated M chapter.)
Hermione gasped at his actions. He'd never been so rough with her before. This made their first encounter look like child's play; and she could practically feel her eyes dilate with arousal. She had no doubt he was testing her, seeing how far he could push her before she pushed back, or ran away.
She squealed with delight when he forcibly pushed two fingers in her, her hands shooting to his shoulders as she moaned while he pumped in and out of her, preparing her for the next step. Oh, how she had missed his touch! She watched as his eyes grew darker and darker, almost menacing as he watched her react to his aggressive touch. Nothing on her face told him she wasn't enjoying herself, so he decided to push her further.
Pulling his fingers from her, he quickly undid his pants and pushed them down around his hips. Pulling his length from his boxers, he heard Hermione hum with excitement and he grinned at her with a devilish look in his eyes.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him and off the table. Hermione kept her hands on the table behind her as he slid her over his rock-hard member, stretching her and making her eyes go wide at the pleasure-pain she'd been denied for days. He pumped into her while her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy. He slowed his movements, waiting for her to look at him again; and when she did he slammed into her, causing her eyes to clench shut.
She heard him laugh lowly, and she pushed off the table, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tried to kiss him.
Severus set her down, quickly withdrawing from her and denying her kiss and making her pout.
Oh, he's enjoying this…, Hermione thought to herself. Good. Maybe he'll finally get it.
Dragging his eyes down her body and making a show of it, he told her, "Take off the rest of your clothes, and go to my room."
He saw her eyes grow darker still and watched as she crossed her arms, grabbing the hem of her shirt and slowly pulling it off her body. Next she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, holding it in place with one hand. She turned to walk toward his room; and as she did, she removed her bra and held it out to her side with her first finger and her thumb, allowing it to hang in the air next to her. As she walked away, now completely naked, she casually dropped the article of clothing.
Severus found himself very much appreciating the show, but not wanting her to get out of line – this was after all, his show.
As Hermione neared the door to his sleeping quarters, he quietly came up behind her, encasing her wrists in his hand as he pressed her into the door from behind, making her gasp.
"Perhaps I have not made my intentions clear, Hermione," he said, causing a new wave of arousal to shoot between her legs. "I…am…in…control."
Hermione's breath hitched at his words and she simply nodded her understanding.
"Good," he told her. He then opened the door and pushed her inside, roughly enough to punctuate his point, but gently enough to let her know she was still safe. She turned to look at him, still almost fully clothed and his shirt pulled down to hide his exposed member. She looked at him seductively as he walked toward her. He grabbed her by the arms and pushed her toward his dresser with the mirror.
"Do you remember this piece of furniture?" he asked as he backed her up into it.
Her lips parted, but she remained silent.
"It was here that I brought you to climax for the second time during our first…consummation," he told her.
She breathed out, desire dripping from every pore. "I remember," she breathed.
He turned her around to face the mirror, her back now to him, and said, "Good," while looking in the eyes of her reflection.
He raised a hand to her breast and cupped it, dropping his other hand to the throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs. He nipped at her neck as he began his ministrations with both hands.
He watched her eyes roll closed again in the mirror and whispered in her ear, "Open your eyes, Hermione."
Obeying him, she slowly opened her eyes and looked back at his reflection, her peripheral vision having a full view of her naked body and his hands on her. He tipped his head down, looking at her from the tops of his eyes. He moved one hand to her hip, and with the other he gently grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her forward and saying, "Bend over."
Hermione breathed out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding, and felt her excitement ratchet even higher. Reaching out for the low dresser, she put her hands on it, leaning over slightly.
Severus pressed his chest to her back and ran his hands down her arms, letting them rest on her hands.
Talking quietly in her ear, he demanded, "Lower."
He picked her hands up off the dresser and bent their arms, bending her down with him so her forearms were flat on the smooth wood surface and she was standing at a ninety degree angle, bent fully over at her hips. Hermione moaned softly when she felt his bare member graze her entrance.
"You like that, do you?" he asked her, power full in his voice.
She hummed and rocked her hips back against him, saying, "Yes."
He stood up, placing a hand in her hair again and raising her head to look at herself in the mirror. He kicked her feet apart with his foot and reached between her legs, making a show of where his hand was so she'd spot it in the mirror. Her breathing increased as he tightened his grip on her hair and he ran his fingers over her, plunging them in her once again. She was still aching from him before. Even in the few short days she hadn't been with him, her body had unadjusted to his size, and she couldn't wait to feel him again.
She rocked back on his fingers, and, timing her movements, he slipped his fingers away, replacing them with his throbbing member. As she tried to push back again, she flushed when she was met with his large tip instead of his long, slender fingers. She stilled her movements, and Severus took hold of her hips, pulling her onto him as he pushed toward her.
Hermione dropped her head to the dresser at the fullness, then tried to snap it back up as he pulled out and slammed into her again; but he held her down, her cheek to the wood.
"Oh gods!" she groaned as he established a fast, steady rhythm. He brought a hand to her breast again and squeezed it as he pounded into her, making her body shake as she cursed under her breath while she felt a fresh wave of wetness course between her legs.
Severus groaned and bent over her saying, "You definitely missed me. You're wet enough for three witches."
She clenched her jaw at his words, knowing he was right and hoping he understood how much she wanted him, how much she needed him.
Standing back up, Severus hit the perfect spot within her, causing her to nearly stand. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her back down and not allowing her to move.
"Please," she begged. "Don't stop."
He growled, pounded forcefully into her twice more, then withdrew from her, and turned her around, much to her disapproval.
"What are you doing?" she breathed, her dissatisfaction apparent.
With a flick of his wand his clothes were gone; and, tossing his wand aside, he picked her up and walked her over to the bed, lying her down and entering her once again. It was like night and day. Where he'd been rough and controlling before, he was now gentle and adoring, making every move count and showing her just how much he cared.
Hermione arched her back as she felt him lovingly work her body, running his hands in all the right places, kissing her at all the right times, every movement and touch so full of passion that her body ached for him to be closer than he already was.
Looking down at her and knowing she was already close, he thrust into her long and steady, angling his hips to hit the spot he knew she loved. She grabbed the sheets as she felt him driving deeper within her to his target destination, and she began to feel herself lose control.
"Severus," she breathed breathlessly into the room.
He leaned down and captured her lips as he thrust into her several more times until he felt her lose control under him. He brought his hands to her face, maintaining their kiss as he shot off inside her and they both came down from their high.
Once coming back to reality, she pushed his hair away from his face, and while she was looking in his eyes, she saw more emotion than she ever had – it was tender, and genuine. She smiled up at him and said, "I love you too."
He smiled at her and buried his face in the crook of her neck, smelling her and kissing her skin, before saying, "Good."
Hermione beamed. He still hadn't said the words, but he acknowledged it this time; and that was enough for her.
Rolling off her, Severus positioned himself next to her, his eyes roaming her body, as her chest rose and fell, every inch of her relaxed.
After several moments of silence, he said, "I need you."
She turned to look at him questioningly. She reached for the covers behind her, pulled them over herself, and said, "No, you don't."
"Yes, I do," he insisted.
She cocked her head at him and asked, "Why? You've survived plenty of years without me."
Knowing she wasn't attempting to make him feel old, he said, "Before you, I was an empty shell of a man, left hollow and worn from a past life that drained me of what I could have been, what I should have been. That life…haunted me, for years." He paused, looking over her beautiful face, and told her, "I know Harry told you."
She looked at him quietly for a moment. Then, reaching for him, she said, "I know that only made what happened with Viktor all the worse; but I would never choose him over you."
Severus deduced that this was the point where he would ordinarily begin to feel awkward and out of place; but for the first time in nearly all his years, he didn't. He ran a finger down her cheek before leaning in and kissing her lovingly.
"I suppose news has spread through the school like wildfire at this point, don't you?" she asked.
"I do," he confirmed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "No more hiding," he said more to himself than to her. Then directly to her, he added, "That does not however mean I will be allowing any public displays of affection."
"I should think not. That would completely ruin your image," she teased. "Students would think you've gone soft. We can't have that!"
"I'm serious," he told her.
"I know you are," she said sincerely. "I won't embarrass you. I promise," she added, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Then in a hushed tone she added, "I will not, however, promise anything for when we're behind closed doors."
I honestly don't know if I'll continue on with this story or not. It may be finished at this point... This is far and away the longest fic I've written, and I feel like the muse is just about dead. LOL! There is one more thing I'd like to work in, but if I can't figure out a way to do it within a chapter or 2, this will be the end. So, I really hope you've all enjoyed the story. The feedback has been amazing, and it's been a truly rewarding story to write for you all. Thank you for making this so fun for me!