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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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"So why were you in LA?" She asked, taking a small sip of her drink.

He quickly swallowed a mouthful of whiskey. "Top secret mission for my countries government." He said his voice serious.

She stared at him in shock. He allowed a small smirk to play across his lips. "Oh I get it." She said, smiling back. "And if you tell me more you'll have to kill me?"

"Something likes that." He finished his drink in one quick swallow.

"You know…" She said slowly, taking a long drink from her own glass. "I could almost believe you, if you hadn't have mentioned your students earlier."

"Mmmmm." He raised an eyebrow at her. "I did mention students earlier, didn't I?"

"Busted." She laughed.

"Huh." He frowned.

"So what do you do?" She pressed.

"I am a professor at a private English boarding school."

"No. Really?" She stared at him in disbelief.

"Yes. Really." He said. "I teach chemistry. You seemed way more willing to accept the top secret government story. Why's that?"

"Well…." she said flushing slightly. "You don't look like a chemistry teacher at an English Boarding school. You look like you could be a government spy all involved in espionage shit."

"So what does a chemistry teacher look like?"

"My chemistry teacher looked like a rat with bucked teeth and squinty eyes." She said shuddering. "And he had a lisp. You're….." Her voice trailed away.

"I'm what?" He deliberately deepened his voice and observed her obvious reaction to it.

"You're unbelievable sexy and mysterious." She said in a whisper.

"Well. I am a spy when I'm not teaching chemistry." He said, staring deep in her eyes.

"That's good." She said softly. She turned her eyes away from his dark stare and looked down at her hands.

"I like your ink." She said suddenly.

"My what?" He asked, clearly puzzled by this rapid change in topic. He flinched slightly when she grasped his left arm, turning it over so that his Dark Mark was visible. He stifled a gasp when she ran her finger over it, lightly tracing over it.

"Your tattoo, your ink."

Snape had to take a deep breathe and remind himself that this girl was a muggle. She had no idea the meaning of the mark on his arm. Still it unnerved him to have her touch it so casually, so easily.

"I love the snakes. The detail is amazing." She leaned down and looked at it closely while she traced the two crossing bodies of snakes. "I love snakes." She said looking up at him.

"You love snakes." He repeated it was his turn to sound disbelieving.

"I have a tattoo of a snake." She said, smiling at him shyly.

"Really? Where?"

"Wrapped around the top of my left thigh."

"Show me." He whispered, allowing a little of the lust he was feeling to seep into his eyes. He reached out and tugged gently on her skirt. "Show me." He urged again.

Blushing, she shook her head, glancing quickly at the other passengers sitting around them. He followed her gaze. They were all sleeping, reading, staring out the window. What she didn't know, what she couldn't know was that he had cast both a Notice Me Not Charm and the Muffliato spell some time ago. To all the other people on the plane, they were as good as invisible.

"They won't notice." He urged. "Here." He said, gently pushing her off her seat to stand by the window. Moving over he took her place. "Just raise your skirt. No one can see us."

She smiled at him and he watched as a wicked look crossed over her face. She reached down and slowly lifted her skirt to above her waist.

Leaning over, he gazed at the beautiful tattoo of a snake wrapping around her leg. It really was spectacular. The detail perfect, the color vibrant. Reaching out, he placed his large hand on her thigh, his fingers exploring the tattoo. Smiling to himself he moved his hand, tracing the tattoo and slowly sliding his hand between her legs, his index finger brushing the damp crotch of her panties.

"Molly." He said, gazing up at her face. "That is truly extraordinary." He smiled at the look on her face. She gasped slightly as his finger slowly moved back and forth across her silk clad center.

"Molly." He said softly, pressing at little harder, finding her swollen clit beneath the material. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared glassily at him. "Should I stop?"

He could tell that a part of her wanted to tell him to stop, wanted to say, "No. I can't do this." He rubbed his finger tip in a circular motion directly across her clit, trying to drive away any doubt or resistance she might still have. He smiled as her eyes fluttered closed and the small pink tip of her tongue came out to lick her lips.

Leaning back on the seat, he pulled her down to sit on his lap. Removing his hand from under her skirt, he flicked his arm out; unfolding the blanket he had produced from thin air. He drew it up covering them both. He slid his hand back up under her skirt and began to rub her again through her panties.

Nuzzling his nose against her neck, he whispered. "May I remove these?"

She hesitated for only a moment, and then shook her head, yes. He grabbed them and skillfully removed them in one swift movement. She gasped as his finger rubbed against her now bare skin. He gently eased his finger into her wet folds, rubbing it across her throbbing clit.

"You're so wet." He moaned in her ear. "Kiss me."

He smiled as she placed her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him eagerly, pushing her tongue into his mouth and rubbing it tantalizing against her own. Breaking the kiss, she stared him in the eye. "You're not acting like a professor from a private English Boarding school right now." She whispered her voice husky.

"I'm not? Why?" He slowly inserted his finger into her pussy. "Because I want to fuck you?" She gasped as he slid his finger in and out. Turning her head, she kissed him fiercely, her tongue running frantically against his. She broke the kiss moaning as his index finger circled around her clit.

"May I?" He asked, staring into her eyes.

She paused for a moment, and then nodded her head. "Do you have?"

He nodded and shifted her onto the seat next to him. Moving quickly, he opened his trousers and lowered them off his hips and past his knees. Pulling his hands out from underneath the blanket, he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth. Reaching beneath the blanket, and with a little help from magic, he soon had the condom in place.

Reaching over he picked her up again, and held her over his lap. "Put your arm around my neck and spread your legs a bit." He whispered. Holding her gently, he lowered her onto his staining, waiting cock. He groaned as he sank himself into her tight warmth.

"So good." He moaned in her ear, as he quickly arranged the blanket so it covered them again.

He placed his hand between her legs and began to slowly rub her clit as he moved his hips, dragging his cock in and out of her. She tightened her grip around his neck and whispered directly in his ear. "You feel so good."

He continued his careful administrations between her legs, his cock moving slowly in and out as he rubbed a small soft circle directly on her clit. Before long, he felt her tense in his arms and her body began to quiver. She pressed her face against his neck and whimpered softly as she came. He held her tightly in his arms as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

As she slowly recovered from her orgasm, she realized he was still rock hard inside of her. She pushed herself up and stared him in the eyes. "You didn't come."

He shook his head and ran his fingers through her short hair, pulling her ear directly to his mouth. "Follow me to the lavatory. I want to fuck you properly."

Severus gently eased the girl off of his lap. She stood and watched as he reached under the blanket and grabbed his trousers, pulling them up and over his hips. He pressed his lips together and moaned softly as he stuffed his throbbing and almost painful erection pack into his pants. When his trousers were fastened he stood up. With his shirt tails still out and his belt undone, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the aisle towards the back of the plane and the restrooms. As he walked, he performed a silent spell, enlarging the tiny airplane bathroom, giving himself ample space to fuck in comfort.

Snape did not worry that he was being too aggressive or too forceful. From his voyage into her mind, he knew that Molly wanted to be overwhelmed by him. He knew that when she remembered their liaison - and it would be something she would never forget - she wanted, no….she needed, to feel like she had been swept away by him. She needed to be able to tell herself that his British Charm and powerful intensity had made it impossible for her to resist his advances. Severus had no qualms about living up to her image of him as the mysterious and forceful seducer.

Reaching the back of the plane, he opened the door and pulled her in. He was pleased to see that his spell had given him space, but not too much. He closed the door and grabbed her around the waist. Lifting her, he placed her on the counter and pressed his lips hard against hers in a passionate kiss. Ramming his tongue into her mouth, he rubbed it roughly against hers. She returned his fevered kiss with equal intensity, wrapping her arms around his neck. As he devoured her mouth, he reached between them and unbuttoned his shirt. Breaking the kiss, he took a step back and peeled the shirt from his torso. He watched as she drank in the sight of his bare chest. Reaching up, she ran her finger tips lightly over him; he was thin, but his muscles were well defined. She ran her hands down his biceps.

"Chemistry professor at a private English boarding school? She asked, half question, half teasing as she gently squeezed his biceps.

"Yes." He nodded as he captured her mouth in another passionate kiss. As their tongues danced together, Snape lightly grasped her waist, squeezing her gently. He slowly pushed up on her vest until his fingers met bare skin. He broke the kiss and stared deeply into her eyes as he slowly worked his way up her stomach to her breasts. She moaned softly and her eyes fluttered closed as he tenderly rubbed his thumbs over the sensitive buds of her nipples.

"Your nipples were so hard during take off." He said deeply. Her eyes opened and he let a wry smile play across his lips. "It took every ounce of willpower I possess not to reach over and…" He rolled her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. She moaned softly, her pale blue eyes clouded over with desire.

Releasing her nipples, he lowered his hand and tugged lightly on the hem of her shirt. "Remove this."

She hesitated for a moment, staring into his black eyes as if trying to read what he was thinking.

"Please." He whispered softly. He was breathing heavily and rubbing her thighs with his large hands.

His cock throbbed in a pleasantly painful way when she smiled shyly up at him. Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, she pulled if over her head in one swift motion. With her eyes on his, she leaned back, her arms behind her, her breasts on display for him.

"My God." He muttered softly.

As he bent over and captured one of her lovely nipples in his mouth, he wondered briefly who was really in charge of this encounter, him or her? Flicking his tongue gently over the sensitive nub, he quickly decided it really didn't matter.

As he slowly worshipped her breasts with his mouth, Snape felt her lean forward and place her tiny hands on the naked flesh of his waist. She squeezed his sides and gently rubbed her thumbs on his stomach. He moaned against her breast as her hands traveled around to his back and lowered to gently squeeze his arse. Her hands moved with confidence as she slid them around the front, pressing them against his strong thighs. He moaned and captured her lips in a frantic kiss when she gently grasped his hardened member through the material of his trousers.

"Oh." He groaned as she softly rubbed his stomach just above his waist band. She smiled wickedly as she slipped one finger into his trousers and just barely brushed the head of his straining penis.

Snape was panting heavily when he captured her eyes with his; glancing down at his waist he looked back up at her. He knew that his eyes were dark with need.

She bit her lip in concentration as she slowly unfastened his slacks and lowered the zipper. He closed his eyes and bit back another moan as her hand gently slipped inside and grasped his cock. His hips rocked slowly forward and back as she expertly stroked his aching dick with her tiny hand, her thumb rubbing gently over the silky tip.

He grabbed the hem of her skirt and begin pushing and bunching it up around her waist. He rubbed her thighs and kissed her frantically, he was close to exploding with the lust he had building up inside.

"Yes." He groaned as he felt her push his trousers and boxers down around his ankles. Breaking the kiss he gazed down at her hand holding his cock.

"Impressive." She whispered, gently tugging on his erection.

Chuckling darkly, he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself between them. She stopped him with a firm hand on his chest. He looked at her confused.

"Aren't you forgetting something big fellow?" Her voice was husky.

He smiled gently and kissed her on the cheek. Raising his hand, he held up a foil condom. She watched as he ripped it open and began to slide it down, covering his cock. When it was in place, he held it on with one hand and braced himself with his other hand on the counter. He gently teased her opening with his dick.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?" He murmured, slowly pushing himself into her.

"Pull condoms out of thin air?"

"I'm a Wizard." He groaned, pushing with hips until he was fully inside of her tight warmth.
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