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"Tea?’
"Sorry?"
Snape sighed with regret, it seemed even the vaunted Miss Granger was incapable of following any coherent thought patterns outside of a classroom or with anyone who did not consider her to be the Next Great Thing in The Wizarding World.
"Miss Granger, would you like some tea?" he enunciated, very, clearly.
"Sorry, I was a bit distracted."
"I noticed," he responded with a snort. That aside, it didn’t stop him from maintaining some semblance of respectability and offering his guest a cup of tea. Unfortunately, his actions were stifled by the fact that he couldn't readily move. He was, he thought, irritability, prevented from offering his guest anything by the sheer fact that she was sitting on his lap, licking his fingers, one by one. Hermione was sucking each of his fingers into her mouth, running her tongue up and down the sides, before moving on to the next. It was, a tad, distracting.
"I really wish you wouldn't do that."
"Do what?" Her words were muffled as she was now kissing his palm.
He groaned, unwilling to remove his hand from Hermione's ministrations, far be it for him to hinder anyone in the pursuit of knowledge. He shifted in his chair, the motions allowed for Hermione to place her legs on either side of him. His left hand, the one not currently being mouthed by Hermione, shifted around to her back and pulled her closer.
His legs shifted and giggled her on his lap until their groins came in contact with the other's. He couldn't help the upward movement of his hips, that pressed his crotch into hers. Even through his trousers, he could feel the moisture between her legs soaking her panties, wetting his fly. Both his hands moved to his waist and unbuttoned his trousers as he reached in to release his penis.
Hermione braced her feet on either side of him, using the chair supports to raise herself slightly up. Her hands moved to the back of his head, while her mouth latched on to his ear and she nibbled on it with her teeth. They slid down in the chair, unable maintain their positions.
His hands grabbed her from behind and he pushed her over his penis once again, the wet head pushing into the fabric that separated them from joining. Her fingernails dug into his neck as his hands supported her at the shoulders and buttocks as he began to lever her onto his desk. He'd just gotten her down on the desktop, his hands had moved to her thighs and was pushing up her skirt to remove her underwear, when her hands braced themselves on his chest.
"No."
"What?" he panted out, staring at Hermione, he shook with unfilled desire and need, unable to comprehend the last word. "I, I'll stop. I'm sorry." His hands left her flesh and moved to his crotch. He began to close his trousers, hoping against hope that he hadn't done something irreparable to her. His knees collided with the chair and he fell back into it, gazing at the woman on his desk in confusion.
Hermione slid off the desk and stood between his legs., She reached out and grasped his hand in hers. She put their interlocked fingers against her cheek, turned her head and breathed softly against his palm. In utter calm she looked at him, the blush against her cheeks the only sign of her arousal and spoke to him.
"I want to feel your weight on me."
He blinked, stood up, pushing the chair back and began to unbutton his shirt with one hand. Hermione let go of his hand and began to undress herself, he followed, both of them soon stripping in haste, ridding themselves of the clothes that bound them.
Once naked he walked to the front of the desk and knelt down on the carpet that lined his office. Hermione followed, and in the instant, before she knelt down beside him, he glimpsed the wetness between her thighs.
She lay down on the carpet, legs spread, welcoming him as he entered he in one thrust. They gasped together as their flesh met. He thrust into her in a fast and hard rhythm, moving them along the carpet with the force of his actions. His mouth came down on her nipple and he sucked on it in time to his motions within her.
Hermione's hands wove into his hair, pulling on the strands and holding his head to her breast. Her thighs locked around his and her hips tilted up, trying to bring every inch of her flesh into contact with his. She soon began to shake with more than his motions and bit into his shoulder as the first waves or orgasm hit her.
He felt the moisture increase between them and knew he had to look her in the eyes. His mouth wrenched away from her nipple, leaving it wet and erect in the cool air, while his hands braced themselves on either side of her shoulders. At that action, her hands were torn from his head with a jerk, the brief pain bringing him into closer awareness of their actions.
No longer moving across the floor, each thrust brought them into contact with the other. Her hands gripped his wrists and her nails dug into his flesh and he continued to pound into her. Her feet moved up his thighs, locking together on either side of his arse. Every movement brought his crotch into contact with her clitoris and they shook with the force of their union.
Hermione reached up with her hands and drew him down to her. His elbows rested on the floor while their mouths sought the other's. Their tongues met in counterpoint as she sucked on his, while he thrust inside her mouth with the motions of his cock. He felt her next orgasm begin as her thighs trembled around him, and soon her entire body shuttered in the force the sensations.
Severus stilled his motions as Hermione's vagina pulsed and clenched around his penis, and with a shout, he too came, spurting inside of her. They stayed locked together as the aftershocks trembled through them. Severus made a motion to lift off Hermione, but was stilled by her hands reaching around his back and pulling him down on her. His head turned and he breathed into the side of her face, the wet strands of her hair tickling his skin. The sweat dried on their skin as they lay joined together on the carpet.
Hermione finally released him and he rolled to the side, his softened penis slipping out of her, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. He lay completely on his back as Hermione sat up beside him. One leg folded beneath the other, forming a vee that allowed him to run his fingers into her public hair, to the opening and up into her vagina, still wet with their moisture.
She pulled his hand from between her legs and held his moistened fingertips to her cheek. Once again she took each fingertip into her mouth, suckling each in turn. Hermione ran her fingertips along his forehead, down his cheeks and traced his lips. He tried to catch them in his mouth, and finally succeeded with her pinky, nipping it between his teeth.
Hermione smiled and looked down upon him, "have I ever told you how much I love your hands?"
They laughed together, and he pulled her down for a kiss, his hands enveloping her in his arms' embrace, his fingers gripping her arms.
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