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Tango Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 19079 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: So the general consensus seemed to be to go for another chapter.
Thanks to LyricalFury for the suggestion of progressing to Sev’s POV.
On the off chance that we think another chapter could be squeezed out of this. Do you think it should be from Hermione’s POV, Sev’s POV or both?
Mewtynt – I’m so pleased that the continuation was appreciated. Hope you enjoy the next :)
OO – ‘Holy sheep shit.’ – I know that is your highest praise and I accept it as such :) ‘I don't want to turn into a psycho and C&P the whole story back to you’ – not like I did with ‘Buttons’? ‘I smell Snape and candy’ – Of course you do, how did those Snape lollypops turn out in the end? ‘Two votes for unmentionable coat coitus.’ – Ummm, well it turns out someone has already done that ;) ‘You're going to love my next one-shot’ – yes indeedy! ‘Pitch darkness--Pitchy :)’ – You really have your eye in! ‘Cross Snape is a sexy Snape.’ – Mmmmm my favourite. ‘No reward story until you take a break.’ – Awww, I did get my reward picture so I’m happy. Although, I would love to know what my reward story is about. Maybe I’ll earn it properly one day. x
RyuaAlba – Lovely to hear from you. I’m really pleased the dance scene flowed as I hoped it would. I’m doubly pleased that the second chapter didn’t detract and that the characters remained relatively intact. Hopefully this is a worthy addition. Many thanks <3
Anon – I don’t know the ‘Throne of Glass series’ but I have been living in a bit of a cave lately. There aren’t too many stabby feels in this so hopefully it will do the trick. :)
One of my anons – I’m so pleased that you enjoyed the tango scene. Have you made it any further through the rest? ;)
Another anon – ‘Please tell me there is still lots of unfinished business between them.’ – Well, there’s at least a bit ;) <3
HarryGinny4Eva – So nice to get your msg. I’m glad you liked the second chapter. Hopefully this next one will be a worthwhile addition.
LeWyKi – ‘Okay, yes you managed to resolve the unresolved here’ – hahah – I will leave the tag as is then. ‘Both don't wish to leave it at a one-night kind of affair.’ – Hmmm, you may be right. Should we go there? Perhaps a four-shot? I’d like to know your opinion of Sev’s POV after enjoying Hermione’s. Thank you for reviewing again <3
WritersAudio – LOL! There must be worse ways to spend your evening than watching AR’s ‘In Demand’ on repeat. I can’t dance the Tango either – that’s why I had to watch so much ‘In Demand’ myself ;)
Dezzu – thanks so much. Hopefully three works too! <3

The Horizontal Tango
Unfinished business? Severus’ cock was still embedded to the hilt in her slick warmth. He could still feel her walls hitching and grabbing around him. There wasn’t another type of business, unfinished or otherwise, that he could possibly entertain whilst his cock remained in repose, superbly snug, basking blissfully in her tropical heat. And she had him smiling too, another unfamiliar but surprisingly pleasant undertaking. All he wanted was for it to continue. All of it.
And it had been such an unlikely scenario only hours before. Casually sauntering into the hall, all supple and fetchingly feline in clingy black—she had been the most coveted creature in the room, wizards tripping over their dicks to get to her. And he’d been left prowling the perimeter like some superfluous and highly ineffective bodyguard—scrutinising every wayward hand that strayed onto her tight curves, every gratuitous grope that lingered, his fingers prickling with unspent hexes. He’d purposefully tortured himself with it—reaffirmed her inaccessibility to him. It was pure self-flagellation, a pathetic finale to an entire year of torture. And more.
And then this.
What was this? What was she actually doing here? Her nubile nakedness lay spreadeagled on his desk, succulently sandwiched between his less than adequate body and his frock coat—that buttoned piece of bait that had finally lured her in.
But really. What was she doing here? Rich brown eyes gazing up at him, drawing him into their depths, sucking with their savage intelligence, but also twinkling, dancing, even tangoing, with something more . . . something tantalising and . . . decidedly . . . wickedly . . . wicked . . .
He kissed her then to avoid falling in further—to keep from losing himself. But she was so impossibly soft against his lips, warm dewy petals opening to him; now turning earnest, tenacious and desperately unyielding. She had an edge. Always. And now he knew why. She liked to fuck. And, he suspected, a lot more besides.
He’d known she wanted him. She’d told him. But he’d needed to make sure. He hadn’t wanted to take advantage of her and her penchant for drunken sentimentality (he’d seen it before). Nor did he want it to be a simple slip of the dick in the heat of the moment. He’d wanted her to make the deliberate choice. And she’d made it.
But it was still almost unfathomable after all this time—that she should choose to spend her final evening here, pulsing gently beneath him.
“Am I to assume, then, that you have no further business . . . with . . . me?”
Her indulged lips pouted a little. He’d found she wasn’t averse to going there—to wheedling and cajoling to get her own way. The contrast with her usual brand of fiery feminism he found fascinating. And as she pinched her bottom lip between perfect teeth, the coquettish query quirking up the corner of her mouth, he found that it tugged directly at his cock—a fresh shot of blood surging south. Did she feel him awakening inside her? Did she know the effect that she had on him?
The tip of her index finger trailed across his bottom lip, riding the curve of his chin before trickling down to his Adam’s apple where it lingered.
“Cat . . . got your tongue?”
She clearly wanted him to respond. But the fingertip that skimmed over his throat told him that it wasn’t just the words that she was after. He was more than aware of the potent virility of that particular part of his anatomy. And he knew how to wield it for maximum impact—to impale deeply.
“I am yet . . . to finish . . . with you,” he intoned darkly, his gravelly purr intending to strip away a few layers of her feigned innocence.
He felt her breath catch against him and that wicked spark flared in her eyes. He smirked. His words had so easily tapped into the wellspring of her libidinous intent. He’d always suspected that she was far dirtier than she appeared, but she’d done an exceptionally good job of concealing it from him—as he had from her. She’d seemed genuinely shocked by the way he’d tangoed her to the brink of orgasm. But the way her eyelids had sunk like half-moons as he’d ground into her, slipping over the swell of her deliciously dilating pupils, he’d known that she was imagining all manner of sordidity.
And he saw the same now. Her eyes were fixed on his but her mind was trawling elsewhere. And it was then that he decided that his unfinished business was to discover where she’d gone—to uncover what was slithering around in the salacious sewers of her mind. And to perhaps capture one of those lascivious fantasies for himself. To prime her with her own perverse desires and watch the result. There were but a few hours left after all. But would she let him?
Fuck. She was rocking again—rhythmically squeezing his cock inside her silken sheath. It turned out that absorbing every moment of her flagrant flirtation and then imagining slipping in to uncover her most deviant desires, was enough to turn his cock back to granite. And she clearly wasn’t one to waste even the hint of a hard-on. Before he could stop them, his hips had taken off too, driving forcefully into her. How old was he? Eighteen? His dick hadn’t had a turnaround time like this in decades. Still, it hadn’t often had such a reason to perform. Now it was on a tight deadline. So incredibly tight.
He grunted as he worked against her pulsing constriction. Despite being practically strangled in her vice-like grip, his cock continued to pump steadfastly into her, clearly intent upon injecting as much of his seed into her as possible. Why? There was really no suitable explanation beyond the instinctive, the primal—the need to mark her. And he wasn’t above that motivation as it turned out. It was her final evening. But no matter where she went after this she would be marked by him, inside and out—if only for a short time. Still, he reflected, a pervasive heaviness capturing his chest despite the joy of hammering into her—a vision that had graced his most fervid fantasies for longer than he cared to remember—regardless of how much he managed to cover her in his essence, it would be unlikely to last much longer than any lingering thoughts she may have of him. After this she would be gone—spreading her wings and soaring headlong into a world full of far more than he could ever offer her.
But as her eyes shuttered and a sigh escaped her delectably parted lips, he managed to focus on the enticing column of her throat, finally losing himself in the intensity of his rapacious plundering. Latching onto her again, he sank his teeth in and sucked deeply before working over the marks he’d made in his previous round of feasting. She cried out in return but it was all lust. And it drove him to plunge harder.
She was fortunate in many ways to have gotten away with only a few burgeoning bruises, and a relatively restrained trail of nips and grazes. In reality, he was barely managing to hold back. It felt— as his feelings surged and mounted, bubbling hot and viscid like lava—as though eating her may be the only way he could possibly satisfy the depth of his need for her—to take her fully within him. It was such a ridiculous notion considering the circumstances; but his desire didn’t always obey logic. If it did, he might have managed to talk himself out of his crazed lust for her before it had reached such unrealistic proportions.
His entire rounds this past year had been spent trying to catch glimpses of her—walking by the lake, sitting cross-legged reading on a patch of sunny grass, or laughing and sharing a conspiratorial word, usually with the Weasley girl. Mealtimes were only bearable because he could pretend to listen to some inane drivel whilst stealing glances at her over his clasped hands. He’d noticed that she’d become less animated over the years, usually listening and smiling at conversations around her or sometimes even reading a book whilst stirring absently at a bowl of soup. She was increasingly lost in her thoughts. He found himself wanting to know where she’d gone. One of his favourite past-times had been to borrow and return books to the library, usually unread since his private collection was generally far superior, only for the opportunity to spy on her as she studiously pored over a teetering pile of her own. He would watch as, deep in thought, she trailed the tip of her quill along the succulent pad of her bottom lip. And he would imagine that it was him, any part of him, sliding sensuously against her.
And now all of that had inexplicably been replaced by this—this woman, wrapping her damp thighs around him and squeezing at his cock so forcefully, that his balls were quivering in frantic anticipation of his imminent release. He no longer pined over those lips because they were here, trailing against his jaw, releasing bursts of steamy breath against his skin. And just to reinforce the point he turned his head and licked between them. Her keening moan lifted him, imbuing him with a fresh wave of lust that had him pounding into her cervix so forcefully that she howled and clawed at him, scoring her fingernails down his shoulders.
“Severus!!” she cried, dragging him over the edge with her. As his cock surged with wave after wave of come, he could feel her deepest muscles sucking at him, drawing the streams of release from his twitching balls until he was grunting and shuddering in his new favourite place to be—buried as deeply inside her pulsing channel as was physically possible.
He knew that withdrawing from her was going to leave him feeling bereft. He’d spoiled himself by remaining inside her, filling her pussy with two hot, long-awaited loads—as though she were finally his.
She wasn’t smiling at him. This time she was gazing intently into his eyes, then snaking her hand around his neck and pulling him down to brush her lips sensuously against his. Unfortunately both his mind and his cock instantly misread the cues—for them this was the tender caress of a lover. Fuck!
“Severus,” she murmured, her lips curling into an apologetic smile as she rested her forehead against his. “I’m afraid that my back really hurts.”
Of course it did. He’d tried to fuck her through the desk. Twice.
“I wondered if you might be able to work a bit of magic on it? After all, your earlier foot massage was quite . . . sumptuous.”
In one fluid motion he suddenly lifted and rolled her off the desk until they were both standing. He’d gladly deliver more sumptuousness for the opportunity to hear that word slipping through her deliciously ripe lips again. But, in reality, he was more grateful for the opportunity to defuse the intensity somewhat. The hammering in his chest told him that his feelings for her had gone way past simple infatuation and were now at a level that was threatening to overwhelm all sense of rationality.
He managed to loosen the constriction in his throat sufficiently to accomplish his trademark drawl, “If you’d kindly bend over my desk.” He gazed at her nakedness, homing in on her pure physicality once again in an attempt to force aside any remaining shreds of his ridiculously whimsical longing. He was also aware that his words were emulating her previous polite lasciviousness. Perhaps it would lighten the mood?
She gave him a final heated look, confirming that the mood hadn’t lightened whatsoever—remaining exceedingly hot and heavy—and that she was, indeed, insatiable. Then she turned and bent gratuitously in front of him so that her perfect globes brushed the tip of his wilting cock. He shuddered—and this time he knew it wasn’t the bleak cold of the dungeons that had him firmly in its grasp.
Taking a deep breath, he reached into one of the desk drawers, retrieving the bottle of oil that he used as the base for certain potions, to season the chopping boards and, as it turned out, to rub into the rump of certain students that happened to drop by and were keen for an all-night fuck-a-thon.
Murmuring a warming incantation, he dispensed a generous amount into his palm before rubbing his hands together and placing them on her lower back.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, straining her head up a little from where it had been resting against his coat.
That was hardly a promising start. It wasn’t that he didn’t relish the thought of her succulent body oiled up and writhing around like some slippery succubus between his palms. It was just that he could feel his meagre reserves of control waning further. This was unchartered territory for him. To desire and actually receive was so utterly foreign that he felt his body and mind quite split on how to proceed. His head considered that he should be avoiding any further temptation if he wasn’t confident of his self-control, but his body, and particularly his cock—currently doing its best to nestle into the warm crevice of her buttocks—clearly had other plans.
Placing his thumbs together over her tailbone, he increased the pressure before gliding upward, rolling over her supple musculature, cresting against her vertebrae and surging into her pressure points, drawing another breathy moan from her depths. He worked the heels of his hands up both sides of her spine, leaving a sheen of warm oil in their wake as his thumbs kneaded each sensitive knot. He slithered his way up to her shoulders, sliding over her curves until the tightness gradually subsided and she had stopped convulsing in response to his ministrations. He found himself revelling in the hypnotic hills and valleys of her flesh, causing him to lose all sense of time before she finally lay placidly prone and sighing beneath him.
When he finally lifted his hands, he considered that she may, in fact, be sleeping. But the withdrawal of his touch seemed to instantly arouse her and she reached back with surprising speed to grasp his wrist.
“I wondered if you might be able to go a little . . . lower,” she murmured, her face still buried in his coat.
His jaw firmed. She was a succubus—a beautiful, glowing golden demoness, determined to drive him into inexorable insanity.
Without responding, he retrieved another handful of warmed oil, liberally lacquered his palms, then slid them down her buttocks. She thrust back into him and he instantly suspected that this particular massage request didn’t have relaxation as its goal. As he ran his thumbs down each side of her crevice, she writhed against him, causing him to slip between her cheeks. His coat was suddenly seized in a death grip between her fists.
It was like that was it? Maybe he didn’t need to see inside her mind after all. It seemed she would tell, or at least show, him what she wanted whether she was aware of it or not. Driving his fingers into the muscles of her cheeks, he heard her exhale with a soft whine as she arched under him. He worked at a leisurely pace down the side of each shapely curve before drawing his finger slowly up the centre. Gasping, she slid her legs apart further before surging against him as he ghosted over her puckered entrance. She was so utterly wanton, he felt himself inexplicably starting to swell again. His cock seemed to be fighting through its depletion, refusing to allow the blatantly arousing vision of her trying to service herself on his slippery digits to go unacknowledged.
He repeated the process, but this time when he arrived at the scalloped edge of her opening, he was suddenly halted by her fingers as they reached back to grasp him, holding him in place. Then, without looking at him—probably refusing to since this was no doubt challenging her on many levels—she extended his oiled index finger and gradually pressed it into her constriction as she eased herself back against him. As the tip slipped inside her tight ring, she inhaled deeply and her head arched back before dropping in a sensuous roll that he could only interpret as ecstasy. It was so delicious to watch her impaling herself on him, he didn’t feel he could interfere and so he remained stock still, letting her encroach further and further until he was buried as deeply inside her as possible.
Feeling her muscles twitching and constricting around him made his cock leap up in jealous indignation. And as her head sank back to his coat, he gradually slipped his finger out before gliding it back into her.
“Ohhhh,” she breathed, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands.
He’d never seen anyone who seemed to enjoy the raw sensation quite as much as she clearly did. It turned him on so much to see her letting him in on one of her most intimate secrets—and letting herself love it. He finger fucked her with one digit until he felt her muscles release a little and then tried sliding two in. It turned out to be the right move.
“Severusss,” she hissed, curling her head forward before lifting it back with his frock coat clamped between her teeth. It would have been amusing if it wasn’t so fucking sexy. And if she hadn’t suddenly dropped it and addressed him with a needy whine.
“Will you fuck me in there?” Her expression was earnest. “Will you fuck me with your cock? Please?”
Why was she pleading? His dick was already dancing a jig of joy.
But he couldn’t get ahead of himself.
He halted his fingers inside her. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
She fixed him with a look that was both fierce and trusting. “Make me sure.”
Merlin’s Balls! Why would she trust him to be the first to fuck her in the arse? He certainly hadn’t been gentle with her so far. Or perhaps it wasn’t gentle that she wanted. Maybe she’d sensed that he could be trusted not to balk at such a request. And in that she was correct. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it. But it would be the first time with someone he desired as much as he wanted her. He already knew he was testing the limits of his control. Could he trust himself?
He took in her furrowed brow, the tightness in her fine features, but also the dark desire roasting in her eyes. He’d managed to leave her after the tango. He would leave her again if he had to—if she needed it. But right now she seemed to want him. And he wanted her. Too much. She’d asked him to make her sure. And he would. He’d make her love it. Even if she didn’t love him.
His mouth ticked up as he gave a brief nod. She seemed to relax then. As if asking the question had been worse than the prospect of what he was about to do to her. Grabbing the bottle of oil, he proceeded to coat his dick with one practised fist before returning to slip his slick digits into her hole. The sudden inspiration through her nose but relatively unimpeded entry told him she was sensitised to him but primed and ready.
Grasping his shaft with a steady hand that belied his thumping heart, he guided the tapered head to her entrance. When they met, it seemed an impossibility—that tiny hole accommodating a cock the size of his. Still, he knew it would happen, it would just have to be a gradual undertaking.
Sliding one hand down the back of her leg, he lifted her behind the knee, drawing her leg up until it was bent, pulled in tight and resting on the desk beside her naked torso. Her other toe was barely touching the ground but she wouldn’t need it, his cock would be her anchor. And he needed to be able to swivel her smoothly around that point. After all, it was not unlike dancing when done properly.
When he placed a hand on her shoulder, she was trembling slightly. He might have been concerned if he hadn’t just observed the scorching heat in her gaze—it was anticipation rather than fear. He held her in his sure grasp until he felt her noticeably relax before sliding down her bare arm to grasp her wrist, bringing it back until her hand was resting on her flexed knee, curling his fingers around hers to indicate she should hold it there. The position would enable her to stay as open to him as possible whilst allowing the most natural angle for his cock to penetrate her. He also had another plan, but she’d have to wait to discover that part.
Releasing her fingers, he splayed his hand across her other cheek, stretching it wide before repositioning his bulbous head at her entrance.
“I trust you, Severus,” she whispered as he butted against her seething opening.
She shouldn’t. Clenching his jaw, he pushed forward with a single thrust of his powerful hips. A sharp exhalation blasted through his lips. She was so fucking tight. If he hadn’t been well lubricated, he wouldn’t have stood a chance. As she panted, head propped against her forearm, he forced himself in further, pushing against her clenching muscles until he finally felt the firm ridge of his head clamp inside her. Her neck arched up and she started moaning breathily. Holding himself steady despite the mounting desire to shove into her, he rubbed his thumbs along the cramping muscles of her buttocks, encouraging them to relax—to accommodate his solid intrusion.
Rocking his hips in infinitesimal increments, he gradually worked himself into her tract, pulling out before pushing in to allow her seizing muscles to adapt. If he’d thought her pussy had had him in a stranglehold, it was nothing compared to the current cock constriction that had his throbbing appendage engorging until his balls ached again for release. He could hardly believe he was on the boil again, cooking up another load. But how couldn’t he be? His cock was now buried over half-way inside her delicious virgin opening, squeezed inside it like a finger inside a tight fist. He’d wanted her for so long and now he was watching her wanting him. It was purely physical, but it was raw and brave and exquisite. He grasped both of her hips and surged into her.
“Uuuhhhh!” she groaned, her head pitching backwards.
It took a few grunting breaths before she found her voice again. Meanwhile he was working some longer strokes, encroaching further into her passage.
“Severus, I . . . I’ve always wanted to do . . . thissss,” she hissed as he forged ahead, reaming his head into her. She caught her breath before continuing, “But I’ve never . . . found the right person.”
He wasn’t the right person. Not for her. He might want her desperately but he didn’t believe that she would ever choose him. Not for anything beyond a bit of mutual pleasuring. And even that had seemed a near impossibility until this evening.
“But your cock is so . . . beautiful.”
His eyes fell closed as his heart staggered. What was she trying to do to him?
And for someone who had never indulged in anal sex previously, she was doing a pretty good job of meeting his thrusts now, clenching and releasing despite her lack of purchase on the ground. It was the most delectable cock milking he’d ever experienced and he found himself reflecting gratefully upon his two previous orgasms—otherwise he would have been gone long ago. As it was, he considered that he only just had sufficient time to finish her off—to make her scream—before he did.
Rolling her onto her extended hip, the next thrust had the broad face of his cock screwing against her rectum. A long rising moan escaped her as he pushed her flexed leg up a little higher before sliding two fingers inside her exposed pussy. He was now in a perfect position to press against her inner wall from both sides, his cock sliding in emphatically from his new angle and now his long digits gliding along the back wall of her vagina. The feel of his own fingers stroking his cock through that thin barrier of flesh might have been erotic for him but for her it seemed to be utterly mind-blowing. He split his fingers and reamed his cock between them, and her face, which was now tilted slightly towards him seemed to lose all tone, her eyelids fluttering closed as her mouth fell open. She made little noise as she fisted his frock coat in her small hands and he wondered if he was hurting her before she finally spoke, her voice breathy and distant,
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me. But don’t . . . ever . . . stop.”
A smirk flickered across his lips ahead of the slick tip of his tongue as he grasped her hip firmly with one hand and twisted the other inside her, curling his fingers into the bumpy ridge on her front wall. She was so petite that the thumb of the same hand easily reached her swollen clitoris, encouraging it with deft, insistent nudges as his fingers rhythmically kneaded her inner wall, driving her toward the inevitable.
She was making noises like she wanted to come—raw and primal. He loved that he had taken her there, stripped away everything to leave her with no means of expression beyond her base instincts. The two of them had come so far in only one evening. Imagine how far they could have gone if . . . He tilted his head in a half ‘no’, frowning with the effort of trying to focus on the task at hand. There was no value in wishing. He just needed to finish this off—this, the most extraordinary night of his life.
Her primitive grunting and gasping, and her clamping sphincter around his pumping cock, had him rapidly careening toward the edge. Increasing the speed of his agitating fingers, he felt everything of hers draw together around him, gathering like a perfect storm. He was plunging so emphatically, everything focused on their heaving groins—including his blood supply—that he was starting to see stars. He had never come so many times in quick succession and it felt like this one was being drawn from somewhere deeper than ever before.
“Gods!” she moaned before suddenly exploding. “Severus!” Her scream echoed off the stone walls as she convulsed under him, her legs stiffening and her back arching as the contractions seized her. The sensation of her warm juices spraying his palm was his final undoing.
“Hermione,” he gasped. “I love—” a searing bolt shot through him, “—this!” His balls erupted, ejecting his biggest load yet from Merlin-knows-where, liberally coating the walls of her pulsing tract. His eyes rolled back as wave after wave captured him until he felt his legs quaking, about to collapse.
It was only when he became aware that his fingers were practically embedded in her twitching hip that he managed to finally surmount the paralysis that had captured him, withdrawing his dripping fingers and exhausted cock from her warmth of her slick channels.
She still lay heaving on the desk, face buried in his coat. Gently, he rolled her over and lifted her in his arms. Her glassy eyes were barely open but there was a beatific smile on her lips. She must be exhausted.
“You need to go to bed,” he murmured, unable to hold himself back, dipping down to brush his lips against her chin.
“Yes,” she responded quietly.
A small sigh escaped him. Even though he’d know that this time was coming, it didn’t make it any easier to accept.
“I need to go to a bed.”
His lips curled against her cheek. That’s my girl.
Reaching out, he flicked his coat up and wrapped it around her before lifting and carrying her toward his chambers.
As he walked, bare feet padding across the cold flags, he felt her hand snake up around his neck before dragging his mouth down with yet another surprising show of strength. Her lips held his in an exquisitely sensual kiss that made him melt just a little more, and his exhausted cock flare with the tiniest spark of life. Perhaps this night wasn’t over after all.
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