The Burning Pen

Through the Looking Glass
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 59

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Chapter 59 ~ Connecting

As Snape’s mouth hungrily covered her own, Hermione was aware of several things assailing her senses all at once. His fingers sliding into her hair, his hand resting on the curve of her hip, its warmth penetrating the thin silk, so close to her skin, and the gentle hunger in his kiss. It was so much more than she was used to feeling. There was always a sense of controlled hunger when the wizard kissed her, but this kiss had a sensual expectancy to it, as if it wasn’t the end all.

And it wasn’t. This kiss was just the beginning tonight. There would be no breaking of mounting passion, no pulling away to send her hot and bothered back to Gryffindor tower. There was fire in the kiss, one that poured over her frame and licked at her apex, although Snape did nothing he normally didn’t do when intimate with her.

Snape possessed her mouth languorously, taking his time, tasting her flavor, her heat, reveling in her willingness, her responsiveness as she wrapped her arms around his neck, receiving him, wanting his contact. Hermione Granger was a jewel among witches, and her desire for him addictive. He felt the heat of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her gown as his hand rested on the swell of her hip, warm, compelling and intoxicating. This was the closest he’d come to touching her naked flesh since they began courting.

He intended to do more than come close touching her bare skin tonight. He would explore every curve, mound and gully of the landscape of her body. Before this night was over, he would have a total map of the world of Hermione Granger, memorized and drawn from the journey of his mouth, lips and fingertips. He would know her tides, the rise and fall of her passion, the depths of her surrender. And he wouldn’t abuse the gift she was about to give him.

This Hermione was no practiced courtesan of another world, used to using her body to manipulate and attain what she wanted. This Hermione Granger was as transparent as glass, her motivations honest and her desire from the heart. That was the driving force behind his affection for the young witch. Her honesty, accessibility and heart.

Hermione pulled back from his kiss, looking into those dark eyes glittering back at her. Snape didn’t say a word as he looked at her flushed face. Every sense he had was immersed in her taste, the heat of her body, the scent of her, the sound of her breath and the way she looked at this moment. Hungry but hesitant. It was obvious to see she needed to speak. He’d let her have her say.

“I—I wasn’t sure what to wear tonight,” Hermione said to him softly. “I considered a sexy bra and knickers set, but—I didn’t feel comfortable with that. I hope you’re not disappointed. I know wizards are supposed to like fancy lingerie.”

Normally, Snape cared little about fancy trimmings, as was evidenced by his treatment of the alternate Hermione when she tried to parade her fancy underthings before him. But that had been a different case. He was sure she’d done that before with other wizards, so he wasn’t a special case. He made sure she knew he didn’t think she was either.

But Hermione making this effort was something different, because he knew it was something she’d done specifically for him in an attempt to make herself even more desirable. She didn’t know she didn’t need to do this. He was already sexually attracted to her, but his desire was based on more than her physical attributes. She didn’t need to try and enhance her femininity.

When he didn’t answer, Hermione pressed on a bit, trying to share her small misgivings.

”I—I know you were with my counterpart, Severus. From what I found out about her, she had to be—experienced. She probably was better than I’ll be—“

She faltered, unable to continue. Her brown eyes glistened as she considered her shortcomings. Snape felt a powerful rush of desire flow over him as he looked at her. What gods had smiled on him to give him access to such a beautiful, honest witch?

“No one could be ‘better’ than you, Hermione,” he said to her softly, brushing back her hair. “No one compares to you, witch, believe me when I tell you this. I’m blessed that you feel as you do about me, that you are willing to give yourself to me, a man of such darkness . . . a man with a past like mine—I am grateful. Thankful. At times, overwhelmed.“

Snape kissed her again, softly.

”You are the light I’ve always longed for. I didn’t know it then, but now—“

Snape’s silken voice cracked a bit under the great emotion he felt for the woman in his arms. His chest tightened as he considered his next statement. His plunge into the unknown.

“I love you, Hermione Granger,” he said, feeling that tightness increase as the witch studied him. Several moments of silence ensued, Snape feeling as if he were about to tumble off the edge of a black abyss as he waited for her response.

“I—I love you, too, Severus,” Hermione replied softly, smiling at him tenderly. “With all my heart.”

Snape blinked at her for a moment, then suddenly crushed the witch against him, embracing her tightly, unable to find words to answer her admission.

She loved him. By the gods, she loved him.

“Severus—I can’t breathe,” Hermione gasped.

He quickly loosened his hold on her, his black eyes wet as he looked at his witch with an almost pained expression. Hermione cupped his face, her eyes full of concern.

”Are you all right?” she asked him.

Snape nodded. Suddenly he stood up, Hermione clinging to him as he strode toward his bedroom, carrying her easily.

I’m more than ‘all right,’” he answered, kissing her again as they entered the room. Instead of going straight to the bed, Snape stood in the middle of his bedroom and continued kissing Hermione, not putting her down. His kisses were soft, sensuous and teasing as their mouths connected and disconnected, the wizard turning his head this way and that, sometimes capturing her lower lip between his own, or running his tongue over her mouth before slipping it inside. Then, he did something different. He kissed her throat.

Hermione leaned her head to the side, her eyes closed in pleasure as Snape finally crossed into unexplored territory. Up to this point, he had only kissed her mouth and her hands. She shuddered as he ran a little line of kisses down her throat and over her shoulder. Snape shifted, lifting Hermione higher, listening to her sighs as he kissed the swell of her breasts before moving over her collarbone, back to her throat, then returned to her mouth.

As they kissed, the room around them took on a dream-like quality, becoming hazy and indistinct for the couple. This was another kind of magic, the magic of connection where reality shifts and there are suddenly only two people in the world that matter. Only two people journeying toward oneness, totally intoxicated by the taste, touch, scent and sound of each other, falling under the one spell no wand could ever cast –

Love.

Neither Severus Snape nor Hermione Granger could tell you exactly when they fell to the mattress, or who disrobed who. Neither of them could even tell you where one’s body began and the other ended. There was no thinking now, no conscious firing of synapses, or higher brain functions. Hermione didn’t have time to worry about her inexperience. There was only passion, urgency and pleasure as Snape’s mouth and hands moved over her body reverently, purring his desire, extolling her beauty, his long fingers exploring every curve and delicate crevice, love keeping him gentle, his black eyes watching her arching responses, his mouth finding erotic zones Hermione never dreamed she had. There was no part of Hermione left untouched or unexplored during the wizard’s foreplay.

And Hermione, caught up in the sensuality of their explorations, found her fingers splayed over his lean body, caressing and touching, familiarizing themselves with his undulating musculature, his scars, and even his cock. Snape’s breath hitched when she first touched him, and he lay back as she straddled him, kissing his mouth softly before beginning her own worship of his body. She wanted to kiss every inch of that lean, pale form, to show him she was just as enamored of him as he was of her. Snape closed his eyes, his hands buried lightly in her hair as he experienced a woman’s true passion for him for the first time in his life. He buckled, not used to the feel of a woman’s hands and mouth moving over every inch of his body. His goods had been handled, but this—this was far more intimate. Far more affecting.

When Hermione’s lips moved over the length of his cock, Snape had to hold his breath and count down from twenty to keep from spewing all over the room. She didn’t give him a blow job, however, but he didn’t feel cheated. How could he when she was giving him something he’d never had before? Blowjobs were a knut a dozen . . . but this?

Snape had a number of scars and Hermione’s mouth found every one of them. She even climbed behind him, caressing his belly, chest and cock as she kissed her way down his back, listening to that rich voice purr in pleasure. She stopped at the small of his back, her hands caressing his thighs, feeling the sparse black hair beneath her palms before climbing back over him and embracing him, locking her mouth to his mouth, their bodies hot and close. Snape’s erection throbbed against her belly as they continued to kiss and explore each other as if they had never touched a human being before.

It had never taken Snape this long to fuck a witch. That he was even capable of such patience was incredible. No, it simply seemed incredible. Love was never involved before, and all the kisses, caresses and exploration represented something more than sex, something he’d been lacking all his life. And with every kiss and touch, he was falling deeper in love with Hermione.

”I would give you the entire world if I could, Hermione Granger,” he said to her softly as they came up for air.

”It’s not the entire world I want, Severus,” Hermione breathed back at him, pressing into his erection unmistakably. “I just want to be a part of yours. Show me your world.”

Snape sat up as Hermione rolled to her back in invitation. His harsh features seemed a bit harsher now, but it was desire that made him look that way. Hermione reached up and caressed his cheek, as if to reassure herself that his look belied his emotions. The black eyes softened a bit at her contact, and she gave him a little smile as he leaned over her, his hair curtaining his face.

“I love you,” the wizard said again, his harsh expression somehow adding more fire to the declaration before he carefully mounted her body. Hermione moaned as she felt his hard, heavy member rest against her sex. Like most men, Snape looked down at Hermione’s pussy. Now, this was a proper witch’s pussy, the curling brown bush neatly trimmed but without a design. No landing strips. No piercings.

He then lowered himself for a moment, to give her one more kiss, then rose up on his hands, reaching between their bodies, Hermione spreading her thighs wider and gasping as the thick head slid down her slit and over her clit before pressing into the slight depression that led to the center of her universe.

”Welcome to my world, Hermione,” Snape breathed, pressing forward and entering her tight, slick and hot sleeve gently.

”Oh my gods—Severus,” she hissed as his length and girth filled her, pulsing, hard and oh, so welcomed. She looked up at him with wet eyes, her lips parted as he held still, staring down at her. Then he drew back, his thick cock caressing her, Hermione letting out a cry of pleasure, her hands instinctively moving to his arse, clutching at his buttocks and anxiously pulling him forward again.

”Hermione,” Snape breathed as she pulled him into her tight sleeve.

He began to stroke her, his pale body flexing rhythmically as he claimed the witch he loved, reveling in her soft cries and softer flesh as he took her, her juices squishing around him, wetting his loins, beads of moisture clinging to the black hair curling at the base of his cock. He was as careful and gentle with Hermione as he had been vicious and brutal with her counterpart. There would be time for frenzied possessions, he was sure, but tonight, tonight was about love.

However, he was not about to be upstaged by Hermione’s memory of his counterpart, and was just as creative in the positions he took her in, letting Hermione know that he truly considered her his now, mind, body and soul. Yet, Hermione had her moments as well, rolling the wizard over to his back and holding his hands down by the wrists as she rode him cowgirl style, hair and breasts bouncing, her eyes closed in pleasure as she took full advantage of his delicious size. Had it been this good with the other Snape?

No. Definitely not.

Because Hermione knew when this was over, there’d be no magic mirrors ringing with waiting witches in the glass wanting to know how the pussy was. There’d be no sense of, “That was nice, Hermione, but it’s time to go.”

She looked down at the wizard staring up at her, his black eyes glittering, his face twisted almost into a snarl as she rose and fell on his glistening tool. Suddenly, Snape tore his wrists away from her hands, grasped her waist and began to drive upward, adding his own power to hers, fast and furious as he approached the pinnacle. He wrapped his arms around Hermione, pulling her down and kissing her deeply, still pumping, still driving into her, now frenzied, gasping into her mouth, stroking right in the perfect place. Hermione felt the tightening. Oh gods!

Hermione let out a shriek as she climaxed, her hot juices pouring over the wizard’s cock as her sleeve tightened and pulsed. Snape let out a groan and shuddered, holding Hermione tightly as he released, filling her body with his seed. They quaked against each other for several minutes, bodies slick and weak from their efforts and culmination.

Finally, Snape gently rolled to the side, letting Hermione dismount, then softly blew on her heated skin to cool her brow as she lay there looking at him with a soft smile. They lay face to face, heads resting on the pillows, Snape’s large nose almost touching hers.

”I didn’t know you were into domination,” he said softly. “It’s always the innocent ones that have the most kinks.”

”I’m not into domination,” Hermione replied, frowning a little.

”The wrists,” Snape reminded her. “I have never had a witch hold me down and have her way with me before. It was—interesting to be on the receiving end. We’re going to have to explore that a bit more.”

Hermione blushed. She had held his hands down on the sides of his head, but it helped her balance, and told him so.

Snape snorted.

”You could have balanced by placing your hands on the mattress,” he said to her archly. “You just wanted to put me at your mercy and did so.”

He gave her a small kiss, but Hermione still snorted.

”You could have gotten away any time you wanted,” she said to him.

”Actually,” Snape crooned, “I did just that, didn’t I?”

Hermione blushed again. Yes, he broke free, and gone at her so fast and passionately at the end, it was almost like sitting on a jackhammer. But he hadn’t been brutal, just thorough, and Merlin . . . so good.

It had been a wonderful first time.

“Yes, you did,” she agreed softly. “And you were wonderful.”

Snape gave her a thin smile, then slowly caressed her cheek.

”Are you certain you love me, Hermione Granger?” he asked her, wanting to hear the witch say it again.

Soft brown eyes met vulnerable black ones for a moment.

”Absolutely,” she replied.

Snape blinked at her.

”Then, you’re going to have to marry me immediately,” he declared.

”What?” Hermione gasped sitting up.

Snape sat up too.

”You’re going to marry me,” he said. “Since you love me, that shouldn’t be a problem, should it? And there’d be a lot less paperwork business-wise. It makes perfect sense.”

”That’s not how you ask a witch to marry her!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Says who?” Snape responded, darting forward, taking her down to the bed and kissing her soundly.

The argument didn’t last long at all.

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A/N: I know this wasn't as blow by blow as usual. I took a bit of a softer approach because this situation was based on Love. Snape in love always seems so OOC. lol. And I received a few emails begging me to make their first time romantic and passionate. Eh, why not? But, I'll show he still has plenty of snark next chapter. Love does change people, but not completely. :::brushes away all the residual sugar around keyboard::: Thanks for reading.

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