Mrs. Snape

A/N: First part of the challenge by Sunny33: Write a drabble 500 words or less about Severus and Hermione's wedding night. Must be good smut, no bad words can be used.

My thanks to Sempra for all she does.

Part One: Mrs. Snape

They were just inside the door of their hotel suite, and their naked bodies were pressed against it. Once inside, Severus had Vanished their clothes and leaned into her, murmuring the two words he had ached to say to her in such an intimate setting.

“Mrs. Snape…” he said the two words he had been longing to say for more than a year.

Hermione closed her eyes when the purr of his voice next to her ear caused goose-flesh to travel over her arms and heat to well within her. Severus had a power over her as no other before, and he was finally hers.

“Mmm, say it again… You have no idea what those two words do to me,” she told him breathlessly.

A sultry smile came to Severus’ lips, and he spoke again, his hot breath caressing the shell of her ear, “Mrs. Snape.”

Tenderly, his mouth slid down her neck, nipping and kissing in its wake. His arms wound around her, pulling her close, and she succumbed to his touch. Her head fell back, and she gasped when his tongue drew circles around each supple breast. Her hips arched forward instinctively, seeking the feel of his evident desire, pressed against her thigh.

“Severus, please… make our union complete . . . now!” she demanded, no longer able to wait.

“Mrs. Snape,” he said again. They seemed to be the only two words he knew at the moment while his mouth continued its steady path down her body.

He continued, whispering Mrs. Snape like a mantra, and when he reached the zenith of her thighs, his words halted as he paused for a taste. His tongue tortured her in ways no other man had and left her wanting more. Her hands rested on his head, causing him to apply more pressure, and she cried out when she felt his hot breath lap at her core.

Slowly, he rose, his black gaze meeting her brown one and a slow, seductive smile curved his lips. With deft hands, he wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Mrs. Snape,” he murmured as he finally filled the desperate need burning within her.

With each brush of his body against hers, he brought her closer and closer to the point of no return. His lips found hers, and his tongue mimicked the movements of their bodies against the hard door. Soon, their bodies were covered with sweat as they consummated their joining. And when their bodies tensed, they tumbled over into bliss.

After a steadying moment, Hermione raised her head and said possessively, “My husband.”