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The Twelve Days of Secret Santa	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32182 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Let me not start apologizing for how long it took to update this story or that's all this chapter will be. But thank you for those who waited to see its end, and for those who will leave a review.

She had stood on the balcony for endless minutes, snowflakes slowly fluttering down from the sky and melting against her skin as she pondered. Hermione was lost in a sea of thoughts. Wherever he had gone; and gone away he had; was it worth sorting him out to thank him? And how would she go about doing so? The mere notion of how intimate so many of the gifts had been brought a blush to her cheeks. He had taken much care in creating such unique and wonderful presents, some even bordering on romantic. She shook her head as if trying to clear the fog from her mind.

            The luxuriating bath came to mind and for a fleeting moment she didn’t feel guilty for imagining his hands when she had enjoyed her self-indulgent pleasures in the shower. He had after all sent her scandalous lingerie; and she couldn’t help herself as she chuckled, though no one was outside to hear it. He had seen her in the lingerie; it all made sense; of course he had wanted to see how well his present had turned out. But as she allowed her thoughts to linger there a bit more her face burned crimson once more. He had sent her lingerie, and wanted to see her wear it, which meant that he fancied her.

            There were too many thoughts crashing through her mind and before she realized it her feet had carried her back to the doors that led inside to the party. As she slipped inside the warm air surrounded her and the remaining snowflakes all but dried up from her hair. Her colleagues were carousing and laughing, enjoying the party. No one had noticed her absence or her return. It was the perfect moment to slip away, and so she did.

            Out in the corridor, Hermione sighed. She bit her lower lip, a dreadful habit when she was nervous or contemplating a decision. Her glass heels echoed against the stone floor as she slowly made her way down from the staff lounge and headed toward the main staircase. At first she thought she might head to the kitchens; he hadn’t really indulged in the party offerings of food and drink and logically he would visit the house elves for a bit of nourishment. But she changed directions halfway there thinking better of it. Most likely, preferring his seclusion, he had headed to his chambers for the evening. Again she found herself biting her lower lip. Did she dare call upon him? The hour had to be close to midnight and it was Christmas Eve. But she had to see him, to say something, to thank him. She crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered to no one in particular.

            After pacing the corridor, heading up the steps to her rooms twice, and halfway down to the dungeons nearly thrice, she found herself standing against the hourglasses in the main entrance hall. Tinsel and lights sparkled from the trees across the way and she gave a half-hearted smile at their beauty. What would she say to him? What could she say to him? It had never crossed her mind before that the man could fancy her, or anyone for that matter. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment. Vivid images of his lips pressed ever so quickly against the top of her hand flashed behind her lids. Hermione opened her eyes. She would seek him out.

            The dungeons were chilly; even more so than usual due to her wispy whimsical dress. The stairs were not as treacherous as she had imagined they would be in her glass slippers. She was careful to avoid the trick step on the way down the corridor to his chambers, and found herself frozen in front of his doorway for a very long time. The portrait with the snake had slithered away some time ago, waiting for her to enter. She’d raised her hand several times to knock but then continued to lower it, thinking better of it.

            Drawing in a deep breath, Hermione reached forward with trembling fingers and pushed on the silver handle. The door was locked. Hermione frowned. It hadn’t been locked before, though she supposed with the Secret Santa game over there was no longer a reason to leave his chambers with open access. Perhaps he hadn’t returned to his chambers, though the thought did little to quell the butterflies in her stomach. She needed to see him, to say something; so many questions burning inside her mind.

            As she meandered slowly up the corridor she passed by the door to his office. The proverbial light bulb clicked on and with a renewed surge of courage Hermione tried the handle to the door. Also locked. But with the notion in mind she was almost skipping up the corridor until she came to the door of his classroom. She didn’t waste time trying the handle but rather with a wandless utterance of “alohamora” had the door opened in no time. A wave of tingling swept through her body as she crept into the darkened classroom.

            It was difficult to see but she managed in her heels and gown to glide down one of the aisles to the front of his classroom. And as luck would have it there was a door just behind his desk that was ajar. It led into his office. She wasn’t sure whether to smile at her cleverness or tremble with nerves as she took another step, bringing her closer to seeing him. While the office was as dark as his classroom had been, a faint orange glow crept under the door at the back. His chambers were lit and her heart leapt with the possibility that he might be in residence. She could feel her lungs tingling and they tightened, she had held her breath as she’d reached forward for the door that would allow her access into his private rooms.

            Hermione closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and turned the handle. It glided with ease against her hand and the door opened. His rooms were warm, much warmer than the rest of the dungeons. With a few trembling steps she found herself standing in his sitting room. The fire was dull, flames slowly dying against the smoldering ash of a log burned to its end in the hearth. There was no tree, nor tinsel; no decorations of any sort to show that it was Christmas. For a moment she frowned, Christmas didn’t feel right without decorations, and it made her sad that he felt no need for them.

            “Breaking and entering, Professor?”

            His voice made her jump just the tiniest bit as she whirled around to face him. He stood a few yards away, leaning against the wall that led to his library. Shadows from the darkened room obscured her view of him but she could see that he still donned the silver dress robes from before.

            “I…” her voice trailed off.

            The tiny pops and crackles of the fire filled the room, as she felt her heart racing inside her chest. He stepped forward but only by a step or two, still not enough for her to see him well in the dim light. Hermione clasped her hands together in front of her and tried to meet his gaze in the darkness. Tiny glimmers of light reflected off the silver tiara and icy blue jewels around her neck; almost as if they were dancing in the darkness. She parted her lips to speak but the sound of the midnight bell rung out through the castle and silenced her words.

            The clock chimed twelve, tolling the midnight bells of Christmas. A pop filled the room and in the corner near the fireplace a rather round evergreen tree, complete with dazzling glowing lights and tinsel, appeared from thin air. A twinkling gold star was nestled against the highest bough and at once a flush of light filled the room. Hermione spun to face the tree and stared in confusion for a moment. His thin figure brushed past her and moved toward the tree, hands crossed over his chest.

            “Albus’ Christmas present,” he muttered. “Every year.” He moved to draw his wand from a pocket in the side of his robe.

            “Don’t!” she cried a bit suddenly, and then cupped her hand against her lips. “I mean, it’s not Christmas without a tree,” she said softly.

            Severus did not turn to look at her. He stared for a moment at the tree and then let his arm drop casually to his side. She noticed then that his hair was no longer pulled back in the ponytail at the base of his neck, but rather hung loose around his face, almost like a curtain trying to obscure his features from her view. She took a timid step forward and upon hearing her heels against his hardwood floor he turned to face her.

            Severus gazed expectantly at her, as if willing her to speak.

            She met his gaze and did her best not to blush. “I came to wish you Happy Christmas,” she said.

            He nodded. He remained silent and watched as she took another step toward him. The room was aglow with holiday lighting and the fresh scent of pine filled the air. Severus allowed his gaze to sweep her figure for a moment, the way the dress clung to her hips, the way it supported her full bosom, her slender shoulders accentuated by the lace cuffs falling off them; he swallowed before nodding his head once, as if in approval.

            “And…” her voice was strained, a rough whisper. She cleared her throat. “And to thank you for the gifts,” she said.

            Again he said nothing, keeping his eyes focused on the blue teardrops that hung around her neck. Hermione moved closer until she was standing in front of him just next to the Christmas tree. His skin looked warmer, far less pale than she had ever recalled seeing him before. Perhaps it was the lighting of the tree, or just the subtle hints of silver in his dress robes, but he looked handsome and almost welcoming despite the stone gaze of his eyes and otherwise emotionless picture painted on his features.

            “You looked— you look very handsome tonight,” she added, and then took one more step toward him, standing as close as he had stood to her on the balcony. She was truly a sight; the long shimmering gown with her jewelry, tiara and glass slippers; standing before him, eyes tilted up to catch his gaze.

            Severus looked down into her eyes and ever so slowly reached forward and cupped the side of her cheek in his hand. “Christmas…” he muttered, and then let his hand fall slowly away from her face.

            Hermione found herself biting her lower lip once more. She had felt a shock travel through her when he’d pressed his palm against her skin, but as quickly as it had came was as quickly as it was gone. She shook her head slightly, almost doing a double take at something just above his head. On the ceiling just above them, as if swirling out of thin air was a tiny green vine. It started with a stem and a leaf, and then grew into a cluster of leaves with tiny white berries.

            Severus followed her gaze and frowned. “Mistletoe…”

            She felt her cheeks grow warm with blush. Hermione tilted her head down ever so slightly and closed her eyes, looking away from him for a moment. “It’s Christmas…” she whispered.

            “So I’ve noticed,” he said, sounding a bit more like himself than he had all evening.

            Hermione opened her eyes to gaze on his face once more. His features seemed softer in the Christmas tree light; the severity of his bony cheeks seemed rounded almost, and his eyes even seemed to glitter slightly. She made to step back but her hand was scooped up in his and her whole body trembled. She blinked her eyes several times, her breath held, chest aching, heart racing.

            One arm wrapped slowly around her midsection, drawing her closer, the other released her hand and slipped up the side of her arm until he was cupping her cheek. He tilted his head slightly to the side and pressed his lips against hers. Hermione’s eyes fell closed and she shivered as she felt him kiss her.

            It was simple, chaste, his lips lingering for only a moment before he pulled his head back ever so slowly. “Happy Christmas, then.” He said.

            Hermione opened her eyes and gazed into the deep dark pools of his eyes, “H-h-happy Christmas,” she repeated. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes once more. The arm around her midsection tightened and at once she felt her chest pressed against his, their bodies meeting as she kissed him.

            She held her lips against his mouth for a few seconds longer than he had when he’d leaned in to kiss her. Hermione pulled back slowly and again opened her eyes to stare into his. There were no words as he pressed his lips once more to hers; this time pressing his tongue against her lips, pleading for entry to deepen the kiss.

            Her head was swimming; his tongue slick and hot as he caressed her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she was pulled even tighter into his embrace as they kissed the lights from the tree dancing and twinkling around them. His lips were smooth and full as they moved against hers; his tongue rolling gently against hers. He tasted sweet, like brandy or sherry, mixed with a peppermint or some other mint; and the heady scent of his being flooded her nostrils as she slowly pulled back, eyes hooded.

            “Those gifts…” her voice was a breathy whisper, her heart thundering in her chest as she was still held quite close in his arms.

            “Fit for a princess,” he muttered, and ran a hand along her bare shoulder, letting his palm slowly caress her skin. “Fit for you…”

            Again the blush returned to her cheeks and she couldn’t help but smile. “I didn’t think—”

            “A deserving young witch…” he said and studied her eyes for a moment, letting his gaze flicker between her face and the heaving swell of her breasts barely contained in the corset of the dress. “A beautiful young witch…”

            Their lips met again; tongues caressing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hair was soft to the touch, tickling her hands as she raked her fingers through his tresses, overwhelmed in the kiss. His lips moved against hers, more urgent than before his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. Severus held her close, one hand curved around her middle the other gently sliding over her shoulder. He pulled back slowly and let his arm slide down from her back until he gathered both of her hands in his between them.

            No words were spoken as he stepped back toward the fireplace, tugging her toward him as he moved. Hermione followed, enchanted, her eyes never leaving his as he ducked low and stepped into the fireplace. Before she could protest she was standing amidst the swirling flames and in a moment that had vanished from the hearth.

            She hadn’t expected to step into his fireplace and then out into the fireplace in her bedroom. But there they stood, the faerie lights twinkling all around her bedroom, the gossamer canopy glowing as the centerpiece over her bed. Severus moved slowly back, still clasping her hands in his, and she followed as he moved to her vanity. His motions were slow and graceful as he pulled the chair away from the wooden top, and gently guided her against the seat. Her eyes fell closed as she felt his hands at the top of her head, carefully unthreading her tiara from her hair.

            “What…” but her words were lost as she felt the softest of kisses against the top of her head.

            Severus placed the tiara on the vanity table and then with a gentle sweep of his hand, brushed her hair to one side and over the front of her shoulder. Nimble fingers made quick work of unbinding the clasp of her necklace and it too was laid carefully on the vanity table. Hermione trembled as his fingers glided along the back of her neck, creeping slowly up to her left ear and then her right, undoing the backing of her earrings. They too were placed on the vanity table top and before she could settle her racing heart he had taken her hands once more and guided her up to her feet.

            Hermione trembled as he guided her back to her bed, and she sat slowly down on the edge. She could not tear her gaze from him as he knelt on the floor in front of her and placed one hand on the heel of her glass slipper. His right hand slithered slowly up her ankle, around her calf and cupped the back of her knee, bunching his arm beneath the gauzy petals of her skirt; he gently pulled her slipper from her foot and then let her leg dangle gently over the edge of the bed. Tingling shocks roved over her skin as he slid his arm up her other leg, repeating the gesture until her precious slippers were sitting on the plush green carpet at the foot of the bed.

            He stood, taking her hands once more until she too was standing, her chest heaving with excitement. Severus leaned his lips forward and brushed his lips against her ear. “You are trembling…”

            She shivered; his words like molten velvet against her ear. Her whole body shivered; her eyes felt heavy with lust and the tell-tale liquid heat was pooling between her legs. Hermione felt almost weak in her knees as he cupped her wrist and then lowered his lips to kiss the top of her hand. Severus trailed his lips slowly up her arm, kissing her skin with feathery hot kisses, tingling her skin with wild shocks of excitement as he moved up to the lace cuff that hugged the top of her shoulder. With a gentle tug of his fingers, he pulled the cuff down; dragging it over her arm until her arm was freed.

            His lips suckled gently at her collarbone, moving with languid sweeps over the hollow of her neck; until he rested his kisses against the soft spot of her throat. He suckled at her flesh and Hermione whimpered, tilting her head back as if trying to feel more of his supple lips against her skin. A blazing trail of fiery feeling faded in the wake of his kisses as he moved slowly over the left side of her collar bone, kissing her shoulder until he reached the lace cuff there. Another gentle tug and he had slid the lace free of her of her arm; continuing his kisses down her arm until he placed a chaste kiss against the inside of her wrist.

            Hermione was panting, her chest heaving hard in the corset of the dress. Her body still shook as he placed both hands on her waist and circled them slowly around to the back of her dress. Deft flicks of his fingers brought each ribbon loop undone from the eye of the corset until he had unlaced the back of her dress. “Oh…” she whimpered, feeling his hands once more on the sides of her body.

            Severus dragged his palms slowly down the side of her body, over her hips and legs, watching as the dress slid away from her figure, falling to a gauzy ice blue puddle at her feet. In the twinkling faerie light she looked like a goddess; soft curls falling around her shoulders, her breasts firm and radiant, nipples stiffened and erect. She wore only the red and green striped lingerie bottom beneath the dress and he smiled in earnest as he drank in her figure.

            Hermione could feel the blush seep down through her cheeks and flood across her body as he gazed at her. Those eyes had seen her once before though she’d donned the lacy lingerie top then, and she found her arms crossed in front of her chest doing her best to provide herself with a little modesty. Though she gave no resistance as he gently pulled her arms away once again exposing her chest to his view.

            “Beautiful,” he murmured, and then leaned his lips close, brushing them against hers. She whimpered as he kissed her, his lips pressing firm against hers, his tongue slithering into her mouth and all at once she felt the mattress beneath her back; his strong arms sliding her up onto the bed. He crawled carefully over top of her; still completely clothed in his black dress robes, straddling his legs on either side of her body. The room spun, or perhaps it was the blood racing through her veins that made her head swim with the dizzying sensation, but Hermione was trembling again as he began to kiss her neck. His kisses felt like fire, each one pressed hotly against her flesh leaving a tingle of warmth in its wake.

            Hermione closed her eyes, the twinkling lights strung around her canopy adding to the dizzying sensation. But her eyes flew open wide and she gasped as he suckled at the hollow of her neck, laving his tongue against that sensitive juncture of flesh. She found her hands tangling in his hair, letting his soft tresses slip through her fingers as she dragged her nails across his scalp.

            Severus moaned; it was a soft but deep and sensual sound that escaped his lips and vibrated against her skin. It was her turn to moan as he leaned back on his knees and cupped both of her breasts in his hands. They were weighty and full, filling his palms as he squeezed them. His caresses were setting her body on fire. Never before had she felt hands so soft but firm, so tender but teasing as he massaged her breasts with his long thin fingers. And then she whimpered, arching her chest forward as he began to slowly circle the pad of his thumb around her nipples.

            He lowered his head to her chest and began to feather kisses at the top swell of her bosom, then he traced his tongue into the valley between her breasts before slowly licking and kissing his way to her left nipple. Slow teasing strokes of his tongue around her areola had Hermione squirming beneath him, desperately trying to press her nipple to his lips, longing to feel the slick hotness of his mouth around her sensitive rosy bud.

            He allowed his hand to creep down the side of her chest, slowly inching down her hip and over the top of her thigh until he’d hooked a finger into the elastic of her Christmas thong. One hand remained squeezing her right breast, alternating between gentle kneading motions and tracing lazy circles with his thumb, close to but never quite touching the stiffened peak of her nipple; and his lips continued to feather kisses against her left breast, slipping carefully over her nipple as he did.

            Hermione squealed as his hand cupped her bare sex. The luxuriating bath had left her smooth, and his hand felt exquisite pressed against her flesh. She couldn’t fathom how he’d managed to remove her thong, but all that mattered was his hand, the way he touched her, the steamy heat of his breath against her skin. Two fingers prodded at her entrance which was slick with arousal and she cried out as he plunged them into her sex, at the same moment, flickering his tongue over her rosy nipple, nipping her just as he curled his fingers inside of her.

            Her legs were trembling, her breath coming in gasps, and she could feel her heart beating a fierce tattoo against her chest as he slid his lips away from her left nipple; kissing every inch of skin between her breasts before licking slow purposeful circles around her right. She longed to dig her nails into his back; her fingers scratching up and down the length of his soft black dress robes. She burned to feel him; the heat of his skin radiating against hers, but his robes remained the obstacle as he continued to flicker his fingers in a rapid come hither motion between her legs.

            She cried out once more as he trailed his kisses slowly down her stomach; each feather light kiss a searing touch against her flesh. As Severus lowered his head, he stroked the inside of her thigh with his free hand, and then placed a kiss against the sensitive juncture of flesh where her leg met her torso. He suckled her flesh, laved his tongue over her smoothed mound and stopped; his lips hovering just above the dripping entrance to her sex.

            Slowly he pulled his fingers from between her legs; they were coated in her slick hot sweetness, and he gazed up her body, eyes glittering black watching her face flush with need. First one finger then the other, he closed his lips around, tasting her on his fingers, and he closed his eyes, his own chest heaving with arousal. Hermione was arching her hips toward him, silently begging for more. Once again he lowered his head between her thighs, kissing the tender flesh between her legs, stroking his tongue once over her quivering lips before hovering there, still.

            She was dripping; her sweet feminine scent filling his nostrils and flaring his desire. Her hips were writhing, twisting trying to somehow bring his lips to where she longed to feel him most. But he waited, his hands gripping the tops of her thighs. As she thought she could stand it no more, she cried out, a gasp caught in her throat as his tongue flickered against the tiny swollen nub that was her pleasure center. Three fingers plunged into her, pumping back and forth, swiveling about as he continued to lick and suck at her nub, increasing his speed as her whimpering grew louder. He could feel her legs quaking, her body shaking, and as he pressed his tongue firm and fast against her clit; Hermione came.

            Her whole body shook; bolts of hot white pleasure shooting through her body as his fingers continued to move within her. She whimpered, panting, with her chest rising and falling almost violently. Still his fingers moved within her and his tongue laved against her. It was several moments before he stilled his motions and pulled slowly back from between her legs. Severus rested back on his knees, staring down at the girl on the bed.

            Hermione’s eyes were hooded as she stared at him; unbelieving that it had been his hand, his lips that had brought her to such ecstasy. She longed to find words, longed to speak, but managed only a silly grin, if a sloppy one, as she laid on her back waiting for her breath to return to her.

            It was a few moments before she propped herself up on her elbows and then maneuvered so that she too was leaning back on her knees, facing him. “I…” but her words were silenced as he pressed a finger against her lips. She closed her eyes and in the twinkling faerie lights he could see her blush.

            “Happy Christmas,” he said, and pressed his lips to hers.

            “Oh…” she whimpered, and kissed him. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close to her and he leaned into her embrace, wrapping his own arms around her slender naked figure. Hermione tilted her head back and gazed into his eyes for a moment, and then with trembling fingers she reached forward to the buttons on his dress robes. But his clasped her hands together and pressed them gently back against her chest.

            “A Christmas present for a princess,” he said.

            She couldn’t help but smile and blush a little at the words he spoke, but she met his gaze and pressed a chaste kiss against his cheek. “Surely you would not begrudge me wishing to give you a Christmas present?”

            “I am no prince, Hermione.”

            The intellectual side of her was reeling with the notion of correcting him based on his mother’s surname, but given the situation she thought better of it. He was silent and still, leaning on his knees, watching her, his eyes gazing into hers. “You’ve made me a princess,” she whispered and placed her hands once more at the collar of his robes. “That makes you—”

            Again his finger pressed against her lips, his tresses falling around his face as he leaned forward; shrouding his features in shadow. The lights in the room twinkled in their whimsical shades of pink and purple, and Hermione paused for a moment, closing her eyes, reveling in the sensation of his finger against her lips. “Please?” she mouthed almost silently against his finger.

            He pulled his hand back slowly and then shifted his weight until he had stood from the bed. At first Hermione was certain that was going to leave, but as he stood at the foot of the bed facing her, she nearly squealed in delight as he brought his own fingers to the buttons of his dress robes and slowly began to undo them. Hermione crawled forward, kneeling on the edge of her bed, leaning forward toward him. He did not stop her fingers this time as she tangled her hands with his against the buttons, and began to undo them.

            His outer layer of fancy dress robes fell open, exposing a simple black button up shirt and trousers beneath. Her hands were trembling as she made to push the robes back over his shoulder. They fell to the floor with a soft thump, and Hermione closed her eyes for a moment. She had imagined him touching her, and kissing her, and it had happened. But she’d never thought to picture him naked and the prospect thrilled her.

            Hermione stilled her hands for a moment, resting them flat against his chest. The beat of his heart felt wonderful beneath her palms and she only wished she could feel it skin to skin. Her tongue slipped over her own lips, licking them slowly before she leaned forward and whispered against his ear. “Let me see you,” she pleaded.

            Severus let his eyes fall closed. The sweet hush of her voice sent shivers up his spine and for a moment he was undone. His hands moved quickly if silently over the buttons of his black shirt and before she could request again the lapels of his shirt were loose, exposing his pale chest. In the dim twinkling lights he looked thinner than perhaps he was the dark shadows of his chest hair a great contrast against his alabaster skin. Her palms were quick to press against his chest and she mewled at the heat radiating from his skin. Hermione nuzzled her nose against the side of his neck, breathing in his heady manly scent and she couldn’t help herself as a groan escaped her lips.

            His shirt was slid from his shoulders and joined his dress robes on the floor before he felt her hands at his waist, tugging gently at his trousers. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the button, but his hands were atop hers, stilling them against his body. Her face flushed as she felt his hardened length against her palm, still separated by his trousers.

            It happened almost in slow motion. His hands, guiding hers to his hips, slowly pulling his trousers down and stepping out of them. The man wore black boxers, silk, and they hardly contained his straining erection. Her breath hitched in her throat and again she felt her heart racing as he pulled her forward, nearly pulling her off the bed, and leaned her chest against his. Hot naked skin pressed against her body and she moaned softly, a cry rising slowly from the back of her throat as she felt his manhood, restrained only by a thin sheet of silk, pressing against her sex.

            As Severus stepped back he slid his boxers down his thighs and let them rest around his ankles before he stepped out of them. Though he was obscured in twinkling faerie-lit darkness, to see him standing naked and erect took her breath away. Hermione longed to feel him, longed to press her body against him; to feel his lips claiming her once more while his turgid length pumped into her dripping sex. Her body quivered as he slowly approached the bed and once more crawled onto it. She crawled back, laying on her side as her head reached the pillow, and he too rested on his side.

            For a moment she drowned in his eyes; gazing into their glittering blackness, bodies but a fraction of an inch from touching. And then his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close, and their bodies touched. Chest against chest, loins against loins and she wrapped one leg up over his hip, whimpering as his length pressed against her sex. “Oh…please…” she cried, as his lips captured hers in a deep and somewhat demanding kiss. Their limbs were tangled together, her fingers threading through his hair and his through hers, as their bodies rocked against one another. “Please…” she whispered as she pulled away from their kiss, panting, longing.

            “A princess should never have to beg…” he whispered and slowly turned onto his back. Hermione was quick to straddle her leg across his hips, and felt his hardness against her stomach. His hands gripped her hips firmly and she arched herself upward, lifting her bum from his thighs.

            He teased her, holding her above his erection with the tip pressing at her entrance. Hermione wriggled, trying to force herself down onto his length, desperate to feel him fill her, but he held her firm, a bit of a smirk playing across his lips in the darkness. But after a moment he relented, and guided her slowly down onto his erection, his lips forming a tight ‘o’ as she clenched around him. She was hot and tight, slicker than anything he’d ever felt.

            Hermione cried out, he filled her, pushing up deep inside of her and the sensation was delicious. He began to arch his hips up, and she gyrated her hips in a circle, feeling his fingers loosen their grip on her side. With roiling circles she rode him, arching and writhing atop him. Severus growled, a deep animal sound rising from his throat as she quickened her pace, slamming herself down atop him; withdrawing almost all the way and then sliding back down him, faster and faster, then short quick motions, lifting her body up and down and up and down.

            She cried out in surprise as she tumbled from astride him; landing on her back, though he managed not to lose his rhythm. Severus had flipped her and she laid on the mattress her hair splayed out wildly beneath her head, her breasts heaving up and down as he gripped her legs firmly and pulled them high up against his shoulders. The angle was deeper, and she groaned, feeling him pushing into her slower than before, long slow strokes, penetrating deeper into her sex. He pulled himself out almost painfully slow, hesitating for a moment before slowly pushing himself back into her welcoming warmth. It was torture.

            “Please…” she whimpered, twisting her fingers into the sheets beneath her.

            For a moment he continued to slide himself out, pressing his tip at her entrance, teasing her with the prodding gesture but not allowing himself to enter her. Severus waited, ran his hand down the length of her thigh and kissed the side of her ankle. “Such beauty…” he whispered and then slammed himself into her. Fast hard strokes, pulling in and out, he bucked his hips hard against her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room.

            Hermione could feel her whole body tightening; stronger than before, little white dots dancing in front of her eyes as he slammed into her. And then she felt his hand; his thumb, pressing at her clitoris, rubbing at first, then flickering, and she lost it. Her voice was not her own as she cried out, her walls spasming and clenching around him as a wave of pleasure ripped through her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her chest was tight as her orgasm shook her, making her whole body tremble.

            Severus flickered his thumb faster against her sensitive nub and thrust into her a bit harder than before, slamming his weight forward until he felt his release crash inside of her. Hot spurts of semen jutted forth from his tip and he too growled, his body quaking as he came. He was panting and she was panting but he did not pull back from her, rather allowed her legs to fall down against the bed. After a moment he pulled back, the lost sensation between them not pleasant, and then he lay down beside her. She was quick to scoot closer to his body, resting her head against his chest. It surprised her only slightly when he wrapped an arm around her figure.

            The faerie lights twinkled above, the room aglow with magic and the aftermath of their orgasms. She blinked her eyes and pressed her lips gently to the edge of his jaw. He tilted his head and met her lips in a languid gentle kiss. Her tongue caressed his and he pressed his lips to hers for a moment before pulling back and gazing into her eyes. “Happy Christmas, then?” he asked softly, his chest slowly settling from his frantic breathing.

            “Yes,” she nodded. “Happy Christmas.”

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The Twelve Days of Secret Santa