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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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Skin-deep

Hermione sighed, for full half an hour he forced her to talk about things she wasn’t really ready to admit even to herself. He didn’t allow her to hide her face from him or divert her eyes. And all the time her chatty inner voice meddled in.
“Why does he have to ask so many questions?”
“You’re the one to complain about that.”
“Oh, shut up! I don’t want to talk about this….”
- You know I like the…rope…tying…thing, and…. –
- And? – his eyebrow went up, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes
“I won’t say it!”
“Yes, you will!”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Why? More or less embarrassing than giving him the blow-job?”
“It’s different!”
“Oh, so it’s ok to do it or like it as long as you don’t have to admit you doing it or liking it?”
“Don’t you make that face at me!”
“I don’t have face. Besides, you did like it. Like it enough to think how you could…return the favor.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Yes, you do!…” giggled the voice
- Gods, I feel so dirty. –
“Now you done it.” Mocked the voice
- Than perhaps a bath is in order. – he grinned, his eyes full of laughter he tried to keep inside
- I said that out loud, didn’t I? –
- Yes, you did. Having conversations with yourself often? – he asked, standing up, still holding her in his arms, and she squealed
- What are you doing? –
- Taking you to the bathroom. Eastern cultures believe that water has cleansing powers. General planetary belief is that the best treatment for dirty is taking a bath. –
- You are mocking me! –
- Am I now? –
- Gods! – she sighed frustrated – I can walk, you know. –
- I am aware of that. –
- I can wash myself, besides, not so sure how can I “wash” what’s really dirty on my person. –
He walked I to the bathroom with her and gently, albeit bit awkwardly, placed her in a bathtub. He set the waterproof head rest beneath her head
- Just relax, Kitten. –
- I was under the impression that you should fill the tub before you lie in it. It is cold! –
- As it should be. – he winked at her and took the shower hose, fiddling with shower head
- What are you doing? –
- Do you trust me? –
- You know I do. –
- Then relax, and let me tend to that “really dirty part on your person”. –
- Sincerely doubt you could wash my brain. –
- No, but I can appease it. - sly smile lingered on the corner of his mouth, those damn flames flickered in the depths of his eyes
Hermione was transfixed, looking in his eyes. She shivered when his hand glided down her leg and firmly took her foot, he lifted her foot until it was resting on the tub’s edge, against the tills. Gliding his fingers against her calf, muscle, slightly tickling under her knee and up the inner thigh. She was unable to withhold the gasp, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps on their trail. The voice in her head purred. Her breath hitched when his fingers reached the juncture of her leg, his touch skilfully missed all strategic places that itched to be touched. Fighting the need to close her eyes, she silently begged for the touch. His fingers tickled her mound and glided to the other inner thigh. He mirrored the movement in reverse order, placing her other foot to lightly dangle over the tub’s edge.
“Gods, I never knew that bathing can be that intense.”
“These are just preparations.” Reminded her the voice.
His eyes hypnotized her. He had a look of full concentration, but underneath that facade a glimmer of pure lust was live and present. She shivered again.
- Severus…. – her voice was cracked and gravely
- Shhhhhhhhhhh. – he pressed one finger on her lips still holding her gaze in his, fires were just beneath the surface now, stronger and all consuming. She felt a tell-a-tell wetness gathering in her core and let the shuddering sigh.
Water rushed, filling the bathroom with its noise, he turned the shower head to her foot, rested on the tills
- Is that ok? –
- Yes. – “Merlin! His voice.”
Warm water sprayed her, stream set to massage but not to strong tickled her body. With the corner of her eyes she noticed that he fiddled with the shower head again, the stream was now more focused but still not too strong. He pointed the stream at her middle and she tried, instinctively, to close her legs. She was unable to move them from where he place them. Stream returned, and jolt of excitement run through her.
- What….ughhhhhhhhhh…what are you doing? –
- Washing you. – his voice was like a liquid silk – You know, taking a bath can be also opposite of its original purpose. It can be…quite…dirty…on its own. –
She gasped again when he directed the flow of water towards her clitoris. The sensation was overpowering, she wiggled her pelvis trying to reduce the pressure and all too fast build of need. Her insides convulsed demanding fulfillment, demanding something more substantial than current pressure on that one spot.
- Oh Gods! –
- Is there something you wish to tell me? –
- Yes! I need…. please…this is too fast, too little. - she managed to pant out
The stream changed intensity, getting milder, but not less…arousing. His fingers trailed the outline of her labia and she buckled, as much as she could, in attempt to intensify the touch. Her demanding core was trembling. His fingers slid to the entrance lingering on it, she was sure he could feel the tremors
- My, my, Kitten, aren’t we eager? – his voice was still silky with hint of roughness, like he had sandpaper stuck in his throat, she shivered again
- Ughhhhhhh.... – she tried to answer but her speech center refused to recognize the words and tie them to their meaning, she was sure if she tries to speak it would be gibberish
One finger wiggled inside just so, not enough to satisfy her need, and her pussy developed mind of its own and some sucking skills, attempting to pull in torturing digit. He snickered, and added another finger, he held them inserted steadily shallow. Her pelvis bucked gain, surging up. His small finger was casually resting on her pucker hole, almost as it ended up there by accident, except… except that it provided slight pressure every so often.
- Severus, please! Stop…torturing me…. please…. – she managed to whale, her nipples felt painfully stiff even if neither of them touched them. Her breathing was ragged, and she was sweating even if water wasn’t that hot and tub beneath her back was still cold. She felt like bathroom was warm as sauna.
His fingers pushed deeper inside, still, but her jittery muscles made a good use of them, trying to push and rub all the itching parts against them. His small finger increased the pressure, and she felt that even that hole is trying to accommodate him, suck him in. She was sure that her brain was completely liquefied by now. Gentle, massaging stream still rubbed against her clitoris, intensifying the sensations.
- I want you to answer some questions for me. –
- NOW?! – her eyes flew open
- Yes, now. –
- Are you insane? I can barely think! – the fire in his eyes intensified and his fingers slowly started to pull out – All right! – she huffed
Fingers returned, gong even deeper than before, pumping in and out languidly
- Did you ever used a bath in this capacity? –
- N….no…ughhhhhhhhh –
- I want you to start, I want to hear you every time you are taking a bath, I want to hear your cries of pleasure. The pleasure you brought on yourself. –
- M…ugh…hm. –
- Do I have your word, Kitten? – he curled his fingers lightly, bumping here and there but not really giving her what she need
- You are doing this on purpose. – she accused him – You have my word. –
- But? – he wiggled his pinky and she gasped, bucking again
- What’s in it for you? –
- Does it have to be? – his lips curled in a sneer but his eyes were burning, fires dancing in them, smoldering hot – Close your eyes, Kitten, enjoy it and I’ll tell you. –
She obeyed him, it was hard to keep them open anyhow. His pinky entered her, not deep, just slightly, as if it was trying to anchor his hand, but enough to cause exquisite pressure. His fingers pumped more purposely, curling and wiggling more focused, emphasizing his words with their punctuality, almost like dots between the words. His voice washed over her causing havoc to her insides
- I’ll have the pleasure of knowing that you are doing so because I told you to do it. To know that I can cause you pleasure even if I’m not touching you. Even if I’m not near you. That your gasps…and sighs…and cries…belong to me. – his voice sounded slightly out of breath, she opened her eyes and he captured her gaze in his, continuing to talk in that low rumble and thrust – I’ll imagine your fingers mimicking mine…touching this heated silk inside you...rubbing on this spot…and this…making your skin blush…your eyes sparkle…your lips tremble. Making you feel the way you feel now…thinking of me…until you burst like a soap bubble. Just…like…now. –
The pooling hit spread through her body, gushing from her in a loud gasp and warm tickle of liquid. Her eyes rolled back, white and black dots dancing on the periphery of her vision. She trashed, unable to unstick her legs from the position they were in. His fingers, only solid thing inside her, her anchor. His eyes, only tie to the sanity.
He pulled his hand from her and removed the shower head, tinkering with it again, his eyes never leaving her for a second. She was trying to regain control over her breath, her mind, her body, every muscle vibrating in a haze of tired satisfaction. Gently, he returned her legs in a tub and pulled her in sitting position, his voice soft
- Are you alright, Kitten? –
She nodded, still unable to speak. He turned the spray to her, lightly rubbing her skin, washing away the perspiration of sweat, bathing her like a little child. She was grateful, in this sedated state her muscles refused to obey commands sent from her brain, or was it that her brain mixed up signals and didn’t quite know how to command her muscles. Water stopped rushing.
- Can you stand, Kitten? –
- I…I don’t know. –
He took her, taking her out of the tub and placing her in standing position, holding her tightly. Her legs wobbled but managed to hold her.
- Hold on to me. – he wrapped her in a towel, kneeling in front of her, and she leaned on his shoulders, soaking up the heat that radiated from his body. He dried her skin, and stood up.
- I believe, sir, that you are in a bit of a jam. – she smiled at him, her insides were still purring form satisfaction but new rush of desire warmed her up, when she noticed his pants. Front part was convex surface against the flatness of the rest of him. He smiled
- Nothing I can’t deal with. –
- Allow me. – she touched his cheek and mumbled the spell, removing his clothes. His member tapped her abdomen, resting on it, trapped between them, crying the single tear of relief and happiness to be finally free and acknowledged.
Dragging her fingers, lightly scratching over his chest and stomach, she lowered to her knees, gently nudging his legs further apart. He was complacent, holding her in the heat of his eyes. She licked her lips and patted the weeping red mushroom with affection. She kissed it lightly, just a peck and blow a breath against it, his eyes closed and his head rolled back, small sigh escaped his lips.
Twitching her tongue over the soft ridges, she took him in her mouth, as much as she could, scooping his balls in one hand. She bobbed her head down his length, teasing his glans. “I want to….”
“Make it special?”
“Yes, make him lose himself the way he made me.”
“Then do it.” purred the voice
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Her tongue fluttered on the frenulum with lightness of the butterfly wings, and he gasped. She was talented with her tongue, knowing just how much pressure to apply to drive him crazy. Crazy in this moment didn’t come just from her hands and mouth, she infused crazy in him with the renewed rise of her desire. Her lust growing with each twitch of his traitorous organ that happily showed her just how much she affected him.
Heat and wetness of her mouth fogged his brain, he could feel one of her fingers sliding inside her core, causing small jolts of need to buzz through him. He felt almost dizzy, she was bobbing her head around him and fingering herself, releasing small mewls that vibrated of his glans and straight to his gently massaged balls. If there was any doubt in his mind how sensory overload looks like, now it was crystal clear, this was it.
Suddenly, her hand abandoned his sack and sneaked to the small of his back, nudging him to lean forward. Curious to what she has in mind, he followed the instruction, finding purchase on the cabinet. Bit awkwardly, she moved accordingly, not releasing him from her mouth or stopping to tease him with the agile muscle, not taking the finger from her core. Maneuvering was definitely an issue, and he hissed when she scratched him lightly with her teeth, it was sudden but not completely unpleasant.
She pulled back, trying to position herself better if not more comfortable, there was no comfortable for her in this setting. But, he could tell that she did her best, albeit not quite optimal in his opinion. Her lips didn’t release him, rather she opted for holding just his glans in her mouth, sucking like she is trying to move every organ he had downwards. He hissed again, this time from pure pleasure.
Once she was settled, her head bobbed again, her forehead hitting his abdomen every now and then, but the squeeze on his balls returned, tight, stilling his hips under the threat of pain if he buckles. Her other hand abandoned the heated core and sneaked behind him, pressing on his perineum and gliding towards the anus. He grinned, not without worry.
Mentally, he prepared for the intrusion, relaxing his muscles, reading into her actions. She pressed lightly, almost timidly and he debated should he stop her, before she causes damage or let her proceed and hope for the best. But this was the exercise of trust, he had to show her same amount of trust he demanded from her.
Her finger was more determined now, pressing with more force, and she slipped it through the firs ring of muscles. Deep growl tore from his throat, she kept on pressing, probably because he didn’t offer her resistance. Her head continued to bob, and her mouth so suck. Her finger was slippery, and he took perverse pleasure in fact that she used her own juices as lubrication. The hand holding his balls pressed lightly on his perineum, her finger slid in deeper and started to palpate lightly, searching.
“This must be very uncomfortable for her.” The thought inserted itself in his brain without warning, but left him just as quickly when she finally managed to find what she was looking for. He groaned and hissed, his brain forsaking cognitive functions with her renewed actions. It was nearly too much. He could feel his member twitching in her mouth every time she would feathered her finger against his G spot, and he could feel her arousal growing, her insides heat and undulate with every reaction to her efforts.
What she was doing to him was pure torture. Obviously afraid to harm him, she kept her pressure on prostate light, almost teasing, urging the need but not satisfying it. Egging him but not enough to take him over the edge, and he danced on that edge for quite some time. Black spots flickered in front of his eyes, and he forced himself to breathe
“Sweet Salazar, she’s going to kill me.” - Stop. – he grunted
She hastily but gently pulled her finger out of him, releasing his balls and almost with a look of regret abandoning his shaft, looking him straight in the eyes with confused and saddened look in brown irises. Without another word, he grabbed her hair and lightly tugged her to get up, spinning her to face the cabinet he was using and pushing her on it. Thrusting in her with a hiss of pleasure. She cried a satisfied note and pushed back to him, circling her hips. Her pleasure spiking rapidly with every caress of his glans on her walls. Grabbing her hips, he began to thrust, snapping his hips sharply in erratic rhythm. Room was full of heavy breathing, his occasional grunts and her mewls. It didn’t take too long for either of them to reach the point of completion. The sensation of the orgasm was blurred by the feeling of absolute satisfaction, it almost felt like his soul was stimulated to the point of orgasmic bliss, more than his body was.
They slid to the floor, laying on the cold tills and wet towel, panting, holding to each other unwilling to let go. The violent swirls of her orgasm ebbed away into a blissful peace. Drifting in to a tired slumber, unwilling to think about the place they choose to sleep, he could not but to wonder was all his previous experience just a skin-deep, and how much more lurked under the surface.
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