This. Is. Everything. Oh. My. God. Severus's hands. *Bites fist* I Love how you weave canon elements with Regency societal norms; the sensuality of the prose; Severus's biting dialogue; Hermione's in-character portrayal with the perfect amount of innocence and fire; the UST and romance. Gah! *wraps arms around fic and squeezes it to chest* So-o good...

I am So envious of Hermione’s dreams, an example being:

The kid gloves are dragged over her skin, circling her belly, easing over her breasts, swirling around tightened buds—

She gasps; tosses her head; arches towards him—

White kid becomes black leather—travelling gloves—and they smell of him, and they are on her, and suddenly his gloves become his hands, rough and searching, coaxing, guiding—

I mean... *cough, cough, blush * ...that is Mr-Darcy-with-a-wet-shirt titillating. And then comes the squeeing.

Snape opened his mouth, but a sudden, wild need overtook her. Without conscious thought, she placed gloved fingertips over his lips. His eyes widened, shocked, and Hermione trembled at the softness of his lips, the heat there, the warmth…

“Do not speak,” she implored daringly, “for I am not finished.”

So much fangirling. And when she starts exploring his touch on her body. *nose bleed*

Thank you So much for choosing my prompt and writing this brilliance. *hugs* ♡♡♡♡♡