Within and Without

Twenty

******Hermione******

"Ohhhh Severus, this feels soooo good," she moaned, laying back on the bed. The robe Severus forced her into gaped seductively, not that Hermione cared. She was far too busy enjoying the potions master's nimble fingers on her feet. If she wasn't already in love with him, his foot massage skills would be reason enough.

"Careful madam, moans like that stir up all sorts of things," A smooth, baritone voice called out.

Hermione sat up, her amber eyes linking with his obsidian ones. There was a flame barely hidden in their depths. A hunger. It was one she recognized. Funny, even with his memory loss there were moments.... Moments like this one, where Hermione could see glimpses of the Severus from before. Maybe Harry was right, maybe he could fall in love with her all over again. "And what if I want to stir things up?"

He chuckled and kissed her calf, trailing his lips up to her knee before stopping. "Be that as it may, tonight is about you. Your pleasure, purely. Not mine."

"Mmmm, but what if I find my purest pleasure in you?" She murmured, bending so that their faces were inches apart. "You've given me a candlelit dinner, my favorite chocolate dessert, and now this foot massage. I am very pleased. But what I want more than anything, is you Severus."

"Hermione.....you know that I....I still don't--"

She cut him off, "You don't remember, yes, I know. But that doesn't change the fact that I do." Carefully, she reached out to stroke his pale cheek. "You have no idea how much I love you, Severus. How much I wish I could tell you all the wonderful things that have come from our union. But I know that you need more time. But right now, I need you."

Hermione waited patiently for a response, her thumb gently caressing his cheek. He was weighing his options; that much she could tell. The furrow of his brow, the tension in his body.....she knew the signs. They sat that way for a while; Hermione hunched over on the bed and Severus kneeling between her legs. "Every day I have thirsted for you, and I fought against that longing because I knew that I was no longer the same man. I am.....not deserving." Severus hung his head and made to get up from his spot on her knees.

"You are! You have to believe that!" she hissed, forcing him to face her once more. "Stay with me tonight. Please."

Barely moving his head, he claimed her lips, sudden and hungry. She squeaked in surprise at the raw passion he poured into the kiss, her fingers curling into his hair as his hand dug into her hip, pulling her closer still. "Hermione," Severus tore his lips away to speak her name, his voice raspy and thick. His eyes searching hers in the dim, yellow light filtering in from the candles glowing through the spaces between the curtains, looking for any sign of reluctance or hesitation. Finding none, he dived in again, his tongue insistent against hers.

Hermione moaned into his mouth and he moved his hand to cup her backside. Soon they were sprawled out on top of her bed, most of his clothing lying abandoned on the floor. Currently, Severus's lips roamed along her pillowy breasts. "You are delectable," he declared, his low baritone voice feeling like a caress on her skin.

Hermione indulged herself, looking at as much at him as she could. He is on his side, but she can still discern the slender, corded muscles of his arms and chest, his flat stomach and slender waist, and the intriguing bulge in his gray boxer briefs.

"You're pretty delectable yourself," she replies, pulling him down over her.

"Mmm," Severus hums, kissing her again. "These lips have tormented me for far too long," he murmurs, sucking her lower lip into his mouth.

"Same," the curly haired witch gasps, tilting her chin up a little as she slides her hands around his torso. She intentionally arches up against him, pressing her thigh against his manhood. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier, and soon neither of them can wait any longer. She reaches down and takes his impressive length into her hand, stroking him a few times as she slides the tip against her, pleasuring them both. He groans and she moves him into place.

He plunges his hips down and forward, smoothly entering her. "Hermione..." he breathes her name. "Oh, my lovely Hermione..."

"Severus," she answers, pushing her hips upward, encouraging him to move. He does. She cries out, throwing her head back, clutching his shoulders.

"Fuck," he grunts, thrusting with long, measured strokes, his one hand moving to close over her breast where he toys with her nipple with his thumb. She arches beneath him and tugs on his shoulders until he bends down to kiss her. He continues to move, his strokes smooth and sure, while they kiss, tongues sweeping and darting. She hitches her knees higher at his sides, wanting this closeness with him, needing it the same way she needs air. She drags her nails across his scalp, the long strands of his hair tangling between her fingers. Oh," he grunts, moving to kiss her neck.

"Yes," she gasps in reply, her small hands exploring the slender, toned muscles of his chest and back. "More..."

He immediately thrusts harder and she cries out, a sound of joyous surprise. She had expected him to hesitate, or even repeat her request as a question. She had not expected him to have a spare fuel tank in that lean body of his. Severus continued to piston his large cock in and out of her wet, juicy cunt. Hermione's nails dug into his alabaster skin as he drove them both over the edge. Before long they were gasping and clutching onto one another as they climaxed nearly in unison.

"I love you," Hermione whispered, meeting his dark, jeweled eyes in the aftermath of their lovemaking. "And I don't expect for you to say the same but my love still remains."

Surprisingly, Hermione saw Severus smile. "I do care for you," he replies, cupping her chin to kiss her lips. "I have for some time now." He kisses her again, longer this time. He pulls her into a full embrace, hauling her on top of him as he kisses her thoroughly, lovingly. Memory loss or not, Hermione could feel it.

"Oh," she exhaled, feeling his length against her thigh, ready for another round. "Damn, wizard," she softly exclaims, the soft prickle of his breath on her neck contrasting nicely with the slick wetness of his tongue.

Severus moves back to her lips, kissing her deeply as his hands begin to roam again, and Hermione gets the distinct impression that neither of them will be getting much sleep that night.