The Burning Pen

"What Was I Thinking" Series
"#2 ~ What Was I Thinking ~ Part 2"
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 17

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 17 ~ Another Set of Whispers

He couldn’t believe it. He had run. Fled. Took off. He sighed.

Severus stood outside Hogwarts’ front gate, leaning his head against the cool metal, breathing in the open air. He had never run from anything. Not from his father’s beatings. Not from the damn marauders. Not from dangerous, life-threatening assignments, not even from that sick bastard, Voldemort. But here he was. Proven a coward...and by whom? A beautiful, brilliant enticing, passionate, eighteen-year-old woman that loved him. Loved him.

Well, he’d just wait here a little while. She’d return to her rooms eventually, and he would apparate back using a silencing shield so his arrival wouldn’t be announced by the telltale crack, and hide in his rooms until tomorrow. He sighed again, “Great plan,” he muttered to himself.

He knew why he ran from Hermione. She got to him. She found a chink in his armor, pried it open and slipped in. She offered to be his, exclusively. To let him take his pleasure of her whenever he wanted, a much better arrangement than waiting for her libido to take over, while applying a little sexual pressure. It put the power in his hands. He would be able to just go to her, strip her naked and fuck her for all he was worth, anytime it was convenient. His cock throbbed at the very idea of it.

Why not take her up on her offer? Have some happiness for a change. It would be nice to have a warm, willing exclusive woman to take pleasure of whenever he felt the urge to plunge into someone soft, deep and wet. Someone he could kiss and taste, knowing only he was experiencing her pleasures. Someone who didn’t feel his ardor was brutality, who welcomed the sting of his insatiable, possessive nature. Someone who loved him simply for who he was. Severus pulled his head back from the gate to look up into the velvet sky. He felt should feel blessed by the gods for the fact that Hermione Granger wanted him so desperately. And he did. Merlin’s balls, he did.

But he had been alone so long, the thought of an attachment to someone else seemed like an imposition. Alone, he didn’t have to worry about anyone else’s happiness and welfare. Or their safety. He was free of such entanglements. But then again, was he really? He spied on Voldemort in the hopes of saving the entire wizarding world. Was that not a great attachment? And the wizarding world didn’t thank him for it. Hermione would be appreciative of any slight inkling of care he were able to give. He didn’t think he could give her love. But he could watch over her, assist her in accomplishing her goals, and meet her physical needs. Maybe she would even equate sex with love, rather than lust.

He needed more time. He couldn’t just jump into this.

But what about the NOW, Severus...the now that you control, that you can make into anything you want it to be. What about the now of me?

The remembrance of Hermione’s heartfelt words struck his chest like a charging bicorn. He closed his eyes and let the night breeze soothe him. Then, thinking enough time had passed, he applied the silencing shield and apparated back to his rooms.

Severus appeared in his bedroom and removed the shield. Silently, he scanned the study, then his office. She wasn’t there. He warded the doors, returned to his bedroom, undressed and stretched out across his bed. He lay there for a while, but sleep just wouldn’t come.


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Hermione couldn’t believe it. He RAN. The man who faced Voldemort several times a year, and was tortured almost to death at each visit, just disappeared on her, unwilling or unable to handle the situation he found himself in. Unable to handle her

She had gotten to him. That’s all it could be. She had never known Severus to back away from anything. She plopped down on her bed and fell back, looking up at the ceiling. Desire was still coiled in her belly like a sleeping snake. She was aware of it, but it lay dormant and pulsing inside her. Waiting to wake up.

She had pulled out the big guns on Severus, emotional truth and physical need, both barrels. And he ran to dodge the bullet. But how would this resolve itself? They still had to work together. It would be so difficult to ignore their connection...

Connection. Their connection....

Hermione sat bolt upright on the bed, a slow, decadent grin spreading across her face.

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Severus lay staring up at the ceiling, his hands clasped behind his head. He was unable to sleep and had taken to counting back from five hundred, with the hope he would be asleep before the numbers ran out. It was a treatment he had read about in a muggle magazine that was supposed to help insomnia. He had just got to three hundred and thirty-seven when...

Having trouble sleeping, Severus?

That was Hermione’s voice! He sat up swiftly and looked around his bedroom. There was a low, throaty chuckle.

I’m not in your bedroom, though I would like to be, very badly

Damn. She had figured out how to work the mind connection they shared.

Yes. That’s the problem with fucking a brilliant witch. She’s...brilliant

Hermione, what do you think you’re doing?

I want to come to you. Help you sleep...maybe

She was trying to seduce him. The minx. She was too smart for her own good. She was the only one who could close the connection, since she initiated it. Severus scowled.

No.

Severus, I am aching for you. I need you.

No, Hermione. I won’t...

Severus, I’m rolling my belly. Remember how good that was when you were stroking inside me?

Severus groaned, unable to help himself.

Stop it, Hermione. I won’t let you seduce me.

You can bend me over the end headboard and fuck me hard. You haven’t done that yet. I want to feel you slamming into me from behind. Let me come to you.

Severus’ cock was at full attention. He bit his lip, willing her to leave his mind.

Get out of my head, Hermione

Only when you agree to bury your head inside me, Severus. I am so wet for you, so juicy...I’m dripping slow...like honey...

Stop it.

I’m tasting myself.

Severus’ balls tightened and he grasped the head of his cock and willed himself not to release. Damn, she knew what excited him. His cock had swollen so much, it was becoming painful. He heard another seductive chuckle.

I know you are so hard it hurts. You need to stick your fat cock into something warm, pink, wet and tight. You need to stick it into me. Let me come to you. I will be good for you, like Eli says.

No, Hermione, gods curse you woman...leave me alone!

I want you to spank me while you’re stroking me.

* silence *

Severus, you love to fuck me. I love you pounding into me so hard it brings tears to my eyes. I love to beg you for more...I fulfill your needs. I’m so ready, Severus. Let me come and I will ride your cock, slide the vise of my deepness over it, over and over again until the pleasure is too much

* Silence *

I will suck your cock. I will lick your balls. I will bathe your body with my mouth, my tongue. I will do anything to please you...even the act I was afraid to do if you require it, Severus. Please let me come to you

Hermione. Gods.

You can fuck me, the consummate Gryffindor across the Slytherin colors on your bed. Quite a coup, impaling a screaming, sobbing Gryffindor viciously on the House Colors.

You are a minx. A tease. A fucking succubus.

Yes, and more. I am a woman in love who will give you all the pleasure you desire, without restraint, you and only you, whenever wherever ...let me come to you Severus, I want to feel your body on top on mine, banging into me. I will be good...so good.

Damn. Damn you, Hermione...come to me then... if you dare

Severus heard a sharply indrawn breath, and a low, drawn-out moan

You came.

Yes. The thought of you being inside me again made me come.

You will pay for your seduction, Hermione. I’m going to fuck you until your head falls off

Yes. Please. It’s what I want, what I need Severus. No mercy.

I shall have none. Your need will be met. Thoroughly.

Unward your door. I will be there soon.


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A/N: I’ve always believed turnabout is fair play. Good for the goose...and all that. I am adding ice to the glass, and am about ready to pour. Will probably update this with this last lemon tomorrow afternoon. If I receive a lot of reviews requesting it, I will start the chapter early tomorrow morning and try to get it up by noon. Until then, in lemony love...

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