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Snape's on a Plane	By : tbird1965 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snapes on a plane. Sorry, I couldn't resist. He needs to find something to do to pass the time...how about join the Mile High Club with his sexy, young American seatmate? Rated M for smutty sex. Please read and review.

Snape made his way down the aisle of the commercial jet and located his seat. Bending over he placed the small travel bag containing his; actual luggage, shrunken to the size of match box, his wand and a muggle novel, under the seat. Leaning back he eyed the plane distastefully. He hated traveling like a muggle. At least Dumbledore had granted his request for a first class seat. If he was going to be trapped in this flying tube for the next 11 hours, at least he would be relatively comfortable. He'd been unable to persuade the cheap old bastard to pay for two seats, so he silently braced himself for whatever mutant he was sure to get as his seatmate.

Closing his eyes, he reflected back on his trip. The American League of Wizards and Witches seemed relatively unconcerned regarding the threat of the Dark Lord. Professor Severus Snape had spent several frustrating days trying to convince them that if the Ministry of Magic were to fall to Lord Voldermort it would only be a matter of time before he set his sights on the American Wizarding Community. He had left with only the assurance that they would discuss the matter and contact the Ministry with their ultimate decision. It had all and all been a very tense, frustrating and unsatisfying trip, made worse by the need to hide his actions from The Dark Lord himself. As much as he would like to disapparate immediately back to Hogwarts. The amount of magic needed to travel in excess of 3000 miles would surely show up on Voldermort's radar.

Sighing he pinched the bridge of his nose and slowly opened his eyes. He watched as several questionable muggles made their way down the aisle. Closing his eyes again, he prayed silently. He felt, and in some cases smelled them push past him and continue down the aisle to business class seating. "Dear Merlin" Snape thought to himself.

"Excuse me?"

He opened his eyes and gazed at the young woman standing next to him. Even from his seated position he could tell that she was very petite. Standing, her head was just slightly above his shoulder. Glancing up, he quickly took in dishwater blonde hair, cut in a short boyish style, rosebud lips, tanned bare shoulders. She was wearing spaghetti strapped, white tank top. A vest, he thought to himself. He smiled inwardly as he took in her braless state. She wore a flowing light blue skirt and a hooded sweatshirt jacket was tied loosely around her waist. She looked very fresh and very American. Maybe the Gods were with him after all.

"Excuse me?" She repeated, untying the jacket with one hand and holding up a leather backpack with the other. His black eyes met her light blue ones. "Do you mind if I just toss these over you into my seat?"

He nodded and sat up straighter. After she had tossed her items into her seat, she bent down and grabbed a small rolling suitcase with both hands. Lifting it above her head, she stretched up and attempted to place it in the overhead compartment. Snape turned his head and smiled, with her arms raised above her head, her shirt had risen and he was eye level with the remarkable view of her tanned stomach. Small pink jewels hung from a gold chain attached to her belly button.

"Shit." She muttered, frustrated as she fell short of reaching the compartment.

"Allow me." He said, standing up, towering above her. Smirking down at her, he grabbed the suitcase and easily placed it in storage compartment.

He watched as her blue eyes scanned up and down his body, lingering on his face. "Thanks." She said quietly, moving past him to take her seat.

He nodded his head briefly and returned to his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her placing her backpack under her seat and casually kicking off her sandals. She balled up her jacket and placed it under her arm.

Without looking at him, she turned to stare out the window.

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"Are you alright?" He asked, turning to look at the girl next to him.

It was entirely unlike him to speak to a stranger, and certainly unlike him to inquire about their well being, but in this instant he simply couldn't resist.

From the moment the engines of the plane had started to roar, the pretty girl in the seat next to him had become a study in abject terror. Her fingers clutched the armrests so tightly her knuckles were white, her whole body was rigid and he watched as a single tear rolled down her cheek from her tightly closed eyes. Even as a Death eater he couldn't remember ever seeing anyone look so frightened.

"I'm fine." She said her voice quavering. "Just really hate flying."

"You're not planning on being like this for the whole eleven hours?" He asked, trying to keep his tone light.

"Oh no." She said, as another tear rolled down her cheek. "I usually mellow out after take off."

"That's good to know. I don't know if I could bear an entire transcontinental flight with my seatmate going through slow rigamortis next to me."

She snorted. "That's funny. You have a very sexy voice. Has anyone ever told you that?" Her eyes were still tightly closed and her hands still clutched the seat, but her body seemed to have relaxed a little.

It was Snape's turn to snort. "I rather think my students would disagree. I have been accused of sullen, ominous, threatening, ferocious and snarky, but never sexy."

"Snarky." She laughed briefly. As the plane begin it's take off, she clenched up again and moaned with fear as the g-forces hit her body.

Snape knew that her moan was from fear, but the sound of it sent a chill down his body. He glanced at her breasts, naked under her teeth shirt, her nipples were erect and straining against the material. He resisted the urge to reach over and gently touch one.

"What's your name?" He asked, trying to distract her from her fear.

"Molly." She said her voice strained. She had yet to open her eyes; they were still squeezed tightly closed. "Yours?"

"Severus" He answered slowly.

The corners of her lips twitched into a small grin. "What kind of name is Severus?"

"The one my parents gave me. The only other Molly I know has 7 children. 6 boys and a girl." He teased.

She turned her head and opened her eyes. "Are you trying to make me feel better or send me spiraling off the deep end?" Her voice momentarily lighter.

She screamed suddenly as the plane jerked through a patch of turbulence. Snape glanced down at a feeling of warmth and pressure on his hand. He chuckled; her small hand now grasped his in a vice like grip. He glanced to her face and saw that her eyes were tightly closed again. Smiling he gently rubbed his thumb over her tense hand.

"It's almost over." He whispered.

Turning as far as the seatbelt would allow, he placed his other hand on her forearm and rubbed it gently.

He held her hand and rubbed her arm until the captain announced they had reached their cruising altitude. Molly sat still for several minutes as the plane flew gently along. She took a few cleansing breathes and slowly opened her eyes. Glancing down at their clasped hands, she laughed a little. Lifting her hand she pulled his up with hers.

"Thanks for this." She said, shaking his hand gently, before releasing it. "You're very sweet. Most people just ignore me."

Snape stare at her for a moment before breaking into gentle laugher.

"Are you laughing at me?" She asked, her eyes narrowing at him.

"No." He said, shaking his head. "I just don't think anyone's ever called me 'sweet' before."

"Huh." She said. "So no one's ever told you your voice is incredibly sexy and no one's ever called you sweet?"

"That would be correct." He said, piercing her with his black eyes.

Holding her blue eyes momentarily captivated, Snape gently pushed out with his mind and thought "Legilimans", he smiled benignly as his mind gently entered hers. A few moments later, Snape knew everything he needed to know;

He knew that his rich baritone voice and British accent sent chills down her spine and excited her sexually. He knew that she found him both incredibly sexy and terribly frightening. He knew that if he slipped his finger in her knickers she would all ready be damp and ready. He knew that Molly had an intensely sexual side that both excited and scared her. He knew that she had been raised in a small Iowa town and those values still ran very deep with her. And most importantly he knew that Molly desperately wanted to fuck him.

He smiled as her face flushed crimson under his intense stare. "I'll just leave you alone now." She muttered her voice a little shaky.

"If you wish." He said his voice silky. He reached up and quickly removed his tie, carefully folding it and placing it in his pocket. Watching her out of the corner of his eye, he slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons on his white dress shirt. Standing up to his full height, he removed his suit coat and placed it in the other head compartment. Her eyes tracked him as he carefully folded the cuff of each shirt sleeve over a well muscled forearm.

Sitting down, he leaned his seat back in a slight reclining position. He closed his eyes and carefully planned his next course of actions.

In the short time he had spent in her mind, he knew that, while Molly had no trepidations about having sex with him and never seeing him again, she was paralyzed with the fear that he would think she was a slut. As a man he didn't completely understand her emotion, but he knew that it was his biggest obstacle. He had eleven hours and he was in no hurry. He knew he would fuck her numerous time before the flight was over.

Snape slowly opened his eyes. He smiled as he saw that she was staring at him. The phrase "undressing him with her eyes" jumped to mind. He cleared his throat gently and watched as she as flushed crimson.

"I thought you were sleeping." She said softly.

"I can never sleep on planes." He said pleasantly.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" The flight attendant asked, stopping by their row.

"Oh thank God." Molly hissed. "Jack Daniels, straight up, on the rocks."

"I'll have the same." Snape said. "And may I have a stack of napkins." He added.

"Are you planning on being messy?" Molly asked, looking at him curiously.

"You never know." He said mysteriously. He turned and thanked the attendant for the napkins. Reaching between his legs, he lifted his small travel bag onto his lap. Opening it, he placed the stack of napkins on top of his wand. Glancing back in he smiled at the foil condom packages that now filled the bottom of his bag, transfigured from the napkins. He closed the bag and placed it back under his seat.

"Cheers." He said, holding his glass up to her.
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