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Getting Personal	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 38186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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8 — Afternoon Delight
Hermione scanned the local newspaper as Snape finished his coffee, a half-smile tilting the edges of her mouth. It was nice having him at the breakfast table. Her bum was still red and sore from the day before, and she couldn’t stop wiggling in her chair, remembering the feel of his hands all over her body. He must have been equally fond of her red arse, because she’d woken up to find him kneading her glutes like dough. He sure knew how to start her day off right.
Scanning the paper’s black print, Hermione only gave the advertisements half a glance. She was about to turn the page when she recognized the name of a nearby theatre. “Severus?”
“Hm?” He looked up from his sausages.
“There’s a double feature at The Film Haus today. It’s just a few blocks over. Do you want to go?”
Severus blinked, turning the suggestion over in his mind. He hadn’t been to a Muggle movie since he was a teenager. The thought of sitting in the dark with her was immediately appealing. “What’s playing?”
“Two old black and white movies. It won’t be crowded.” Her half-smile curled to a grin. “We can sit in the back row and hold hands.”
He smirked. Even wizards knew you didn’t sit in the back row to hold hands. Whatever scene she had playing in that busy brain of hers was bound to be worth the trip. “I’ll go get our cloaks.”

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On screen, Gene Tierney was befriending a ghostly Rex Harrison while, in the audience, Severus was slipping his arm around Hermione's shoulders. For reasons both sentimental and practical, he wanted to keep her as close as possible. He’d forgone his frock coat in an effort to blend in, but as luck would have it, that theatre was cold as Christmas; if he hadn't had her heated little body pressed to his, he might have fallen prey to hypothermia. On the plus side, she was curled into him like a kitten, her chilled fingers burrowing into his lap for warmth. If she got any closer to his cock, this outing was going to become the highlight of the coming week’s wank sessions.
When the first movie ended, there was a ten minute intermission; and the small audience milled around, stretching and running off to the loos. Hermione lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up at him. “Do you want some popcorn or something?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Or something.”
Hermione smiled and shook her head. “Don’t get us kicked out. I’m looking forward to the next film. Did you like the first one?”
“I did.” He hadn’t known what to expect, but it had been better than he’d anticipated. “Have you seen both of these before?”
“Oh, yes. Several times. I used to watch old movies on the telly with Dad.”
He nodded. Recalling this memory seemed to make her happy rather than sad. “When was the last time you came to the cinema like this?”
“It’s been a long time. I used to come here when I first moved into my flat.” She looked around. “It’s always quiet here. They don’t show the new stuff, just old classics and indie films that don’t have a home anywhere else.”
“Is this where you bring your dates to test their sexual response in extreme temperatures?”
She laughed. “It is bloody freezing in here, isn’t it?"
“I think my bollocks are lodged somewhere near my tailbone.”
Hermione couldn’t stop giggling after that. “I know, my nipples are about to crack like ice chips.”
He pulled her in closer and put his nose to hers. “I can thaw those out for you.”
“Your tongue might get stuck.”
He smirked and looked around. “I don’t think I can get away with melting them in my mouth. But when the lights go down, I might be able to . . . give you a hand.”
Hermione grinned at him and kissed his nose. “What about my hands?”
He saw that devilish flicker in her eyes. “Gloves perhaps?”
She shook her head, sliding her hand into his hair, pulling him closer. His lips touched hers, and she whispered, “It’s warmer in your trousers.”
Chuckling, he kissed her once. “Yes, I suppose it is. And you could do a search and rescue for my balls while you’re in there.”
Hermione nibbled on his lower lip. “If your hands get too cold, I’ll let you keep them in my muff.”
He snorted and leaned back, looking down at her grinning face. “I thought you didn’t want to get kicked out.”
She scanned the other patrons over his shoulder. “As long as we’re quiet, no one will know.”
“And I thought it was just Slytherins who were willing to disregard civility for sex.”
Hermione pulled him back in, kissing him again as the lights flickered off and on, indicating the next movie was about to start. “Daring and bravery doesn’t just win us House Cups.”
“I’ll have you know the House Cup is currently in my office. Cunning won out over bravery last year.”
She smiled and kissed him one last time. “Yeah? How long did it share your bed?”
He shook his head. “Just one night.”
Hermione grinned and tapped his chest with her finger. “Don’t lie.”
“Two nights. But I had to dig it out of my liver at three in the morning. After that it stayed in my office.”
“I promise not to ever gouge your liver in bed.”
He smiled. “You’re preferable to cold metal in every way.”
The lights dimmed, and the murmur of voices faded in the dark. Hermione curled back into him and put her hand on his thigh. “Thanks. You too.”
The speakers roared with sound as the movie started, and Severus slid his hand from her shoulder to her breast, brushing over her stiff nipple through her shirt.
Hermione smiled and squeezed his thigh.
They watched the start of the movie, but both of them were really concentrating on the other’s reaction. Severus traced all around her nipple, only touching the pointed tip at random intervals. Her hand slowly climbed his thigh, her thumb drawing little circles on his leg as she neared her goal. Her pinky was so close. His dick was giving him constant updates on her proximity.
Hermione took her time. She waited until Raymond Massey and Peter Lorre were hiding the body in the window seat before she even let her fingers graze his erection. She smiled to herself. Her body might give away her state of arousal with oceans of cream, but his cock was the most blatant of thermometers; it was always ready to tell her when he’d reached the right temperature. Currently the mercury had climbed so high he was about to dismantle his zipper. She started to pump him through his clothes, giving herself rug burn on his wool trousers.
Severus pinched her nipple, lightly at first; but he wasn’t letting go until she opened his trousers.
Her tits must have contained the water main for her pussy, because as soon as he twiddled her nipple to the left, her panties were caught in a downpour. Not wanting to be outdone, she slowly slid down his zip, pretending to watch the movie as his dick attempted to make its escape. From the corner of her eye, Hermione saw him glancing around; then he reached down and undid his button, leaving his fly hanging open.
Snape sighed. He could breathe again. She wasted no time. Her hand was down the front of his shorts before his next inhale. Her fingers were freezing, but that just added to his excitement. She started to pump him with maddening finesse, never pulling him out of his boxers or even lifting her head from his shoulder.
Dammit! He couldn’t take much more of this. The risk of being caught was having unintended effects on his rate of progress. He released her nipple and palmed her entire breast, squeezing her as he leaned closer. “Unbutton your jeans and put your hand down your panties,” he whispered. “Use your juice to get me off.”
Hermione mashed her lips tight to hold in her delighted laugh. Yes, sir. Looking around to make sure they were still undetected, she unfastened her jeans and pulled down the zip. Discretely slipping her hand into her knickers, she rubbed her fingers through the lubrication lining her labia. When her hand was thoroughly buttered, she went back for his meat.
Before she could shove her hand back into his shorts, he grabbed her wrist and sniffed her fingers. Merlin’s balls! They should put that pussy behind the candy counter; it was the only refreshment he would ever consider snacking on while sitting through a double feature. He let her go, and her hand slid into his trousers.
Running her thumb over his weeping glans, she smeared his pre-cum into his knob along with her contributions. His shaft was hot as an iron; she could definitely warm her hands in that heat.
Stroking him slowly, she felt him tensing against her arm. He was already on the brink. Grinning, she pumped him faster, eager to see him lose his cool in the middle of a public theatre.
Just as Carey Grant found himself bound to his chair, Snape’s cock began to throb. He grunted quietly and tipped his head back against the wall, breathing hard as his warm seed coated her hand.
Severus jerked his hips into her fist, prolonging his release. When his balls were finally empty, he relaxed and sank into his seat with a deep sigh. She gently squeezed him clean then pulled her sticky hand from his boxers. Not counting wet dreams, he hadn’t come in his own shorts since he was sixteen. Strangely though, it wasn’t at all like the embarrassing predicament of his youth. That Cheshire cat grin on her face made the mess worth it. Glancing down at her, he almost groaned out loud as she licked his spunk off her fingers like chocolate.
Hermione cleaned her hand and then went back for more. Screw buttered popcorn; this was much better.
Severus took his arm off her shoulder and slipped his hand into her crotch, rubbing the stiff seam of her jeans. “Get it all, pet. I want to see those come-covered fingers in your mouth when you’re riding my hand.”
Hermione nodded, her heart hammering as he slithered down the front of her knickers. His middle finger found her clit, and she gasped as he started to tease it in a slow circle.
Snape ignored the movie to watch her. She was his favorite show. Watching her suck her fingers as if they were his cock was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. As the minutes passed, her lids sank lower and lower; then her body slumped down in the seat to give him a better reach. He kept one eye open for any witnesses, but everyone was engrossed in the film. Her breathing was becoming heavier.
It took her much longer to come, but he knew the finale would be worth the wait. And it wasn’t particularly tiring or difficult to rub her clit. It might have gone faster if he had better access to her, but watching her slowly melt into a sopping pool of goo was a great way to spend the afternoon.
Hermione's pussy started to jump. She was going to come soon. Glancing up, she gave him a desperate look; he just smiled at her and somehow lightened the pressure even more. Oh gods! It was coming faster. She searched one more time for spies then closed her eyes and tried to forget where they were. She’d actually masturbated in public before, but it was always in the loos and there was never anybody around.
Severus watched as she shoved her fingers deeper into her mouth and started to pant softly through her nose. She was ready. He changed absolutely nothing, maintaining speed and pressure. Her body suddenly went stiff. There it is. He watched in fascination as she started to twitch, barely moving. She stayed silent, but her body softly jerked as if she was being defibrillated. The heat rolled off her. Slowly, she relaxed, opening her eyes and looking up at him. Snape leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Good girl.”
She shivered with an aftershock, her stomach loosening and settling.
He gently pulled his fingers from her knickers and inhaled the aroma wafting from his hand. Sucking her honey from his middle finger, he smiled to himself and committed that very moment to his memory; he might be wanking to it for the rest of his life.
Hermione let her fingers fall from her lips and waited for her heart to slow down. Movie dates with Snape might be her new favorite thing.
He vanished his own release so he wouldn’t wind up stuck to his shorts then did up his trousers. She started to wipe her sticky hand on her jeans, but he reached over, whispering, “Let me,” and wandlessly cleaned her fingers for her. He slid his arm back around her shoulders and waited for her to fasten her jeans.
Hermione rested her hand in his lap, and he reached over and wrapped his fingers around hers. His thumb ran back and forth over her wrist, and she leaned her head against him just as the movie ended. The house lights came up, but they stayed where they were until everyone else had left.
“Where do you want to eat?” she asked, lifting her head and meeting his eyes.
Severus grinned. She looked so much more relaxed after a nice orgasm. “You’re not too full?”
She snickered and shook her head. “I’m starved.”

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They went to a little cafe she knew. The menu was small, but the food was good and inexpensive. They sat across from each other, and Hermione rubbed her foot against his as they ate their meals. He gave her an amused look over his tomato soup but said nothing. She didn’t need him to say anything. She could tell when he was happy.
Severus stared at her as she ate her grilled cheese sandwich. She had a string of cheddar stuck to her lip, and all he wanted to do was lick it off for her. Using his thumb instead, he reached over and wiped it away. “What do you want to do when we get home?”
She smiled. He’d called her flat home. “Ride your cock.”
He smirked as the old woman sitting behind Hermione glanced back at them with a mirthful expression on her wrinkled face. He lowered his voice. “Is it time for bed again already?”
She nodded and took another bite of her sandwich. “Bed, bath, sofa, floor. I like your dick anywhere we do it.”
The old woman’s shoulders started to shake. Severus wiped his hand over his smile. “I’ll make a deal with you: if you go unorganize your closet when we get home, I’ll give you a massage, and then we can take a bath together. If you can’t bring yourself to destroy a bit of that regimented arrangement, I understand. We can just spend the day reading and relaxing.”
Take a bath with him? Why didn’t he suggest this earlier? We could have given each other bubble beards instead of playing pocket pool at the cinema. If he had simply asked her to mess up her closet, she probably would have done it just to please him, but now she had a marvelous incentive to spur her on. “I’ll do it. Let’s go home now.”
He nodded. “Finish your food. We’ve got all day.”

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As soon as they were through the front door, Hermione dashed to her room and pulled open her closet. She started in the middle, yanking out the hangers and shifting them to the outside edges. It looked horrible and it made her heart pound, but maybe if she closed the door she could forget how wrong it felt. She did that three times then spun around to find him standing behind her. “Is that good enough?”
He could see the panic flashing through her brown eyes. Pulling her into his chest, he held her tightly. “That’s excellent. Do you think you can leave it like that?”
She sighed. “Maybe for a while.”
He kissed the top of her head. “As long as you do your best, that’s good enough for me. Why don’t you take off your clothes and get on the bed? Maybe I can rub some of the worry out of you.”
You usually do. Hermione started to rip of her clothes then stopped herself, remembering how much he liked to watch. She went slowly for his sake, teasing him with half glimpses of her money shots. Unexpectedly, her little game excited her just as much. By the time her panties dropped to the floor, she was ready for him to have his way with her. She crawled onto the bed, arching her back and swaying her hips the way mother nature intended. Even though he remained silent, she knew he was looking. She slid down onto her stomach and wiggled her arse a little. “Okay. I’m ready for you.”
Snape shook his head and smiled. That had been one hell of show. She learned quickly. He kicked off his shoes and socks and loosened his collar. Her efforts to satisfy him with both the closet and the striptease had earned her his admiration. Her willingness to change and grow was a testament to her bravery. He wanted to encourage that.
Climbing up on the bed behind her, he straddled her hips and set her jar of coconut oil next to his leg. “I’ll start on your back and then work down your legs. Tell me if it gets too painful.”
She heard him rubbing his hands together then she felt the warmth of his palms on her upper back, his thumbs pressing to either side of her spine. It kind of hurt and felt good at the same time—like spankings felt good and hurt at the same time. Her muscles were tight, but he pressed and cajoled each knot until he’d worked out most of the kinks. By the time he got to her hips, her back felt like sore jelly.
Snape stared at the lines crisscrossing her rump as he tried to ease the stiffest spots from her flanks. Most of the redness had faded already, but she’d have those marks for at least a few more days.
Scooting down, he followed the backs of her legs, running his thumbs into the stringiest parts. Her body felt as if it were constructed of steel girders. He wondered how she walked down the street without limping. I’ll have to bring her some muscle soaks next time. This is awful. “Okay, flip over.”
Hermione winced as he started back up her body. Everything was tender and sore. Her quads were like stone. When he got to her pelvis, she thought she was going to burst into tears. “Stop,” she groaned, pushing away his hand. “You’re killing me.”
He lightened the pressure some. “We’re almost done. Just your torso and arms.”
“That’s half my body.”
“I’ll go easier on you. Try to breathe into it.”
She took a deep breath as he started on her lower abs.
Severus studied her face as he pressed into her ribs. Bloody hell. Under all that soft skin was a seriously tense witch. Her face scrunched in pain when he found the knots in her pecs. He could tell she spent a lot of time hunched over a desk. He eased up even more. Some of the muscles in her arms were ropy, but she responded well to all rhythmic strokes. She had the same reaction to rhythmic spanking and rhythmic fucking. The constant repetition soothed her.
When he massaged her scalp, Hermione was dismayed to find it anything but relaxing. Her head seemed to be nothing but pressure points and sore spots. When he finally finished, she flopped away from him and stared at the wall. “No more. I’m knackered.”
Smirking, Snape settled down on his side and pulled her back into him, kissing her neck. "You're going to be sore as hell tomorrow unless I get you some kind of muscle restorer. Why don't you rest while I go get you something from my stores?"
"Okay. How long will you be gone?"
"Maybe twenty minutes. I'll bring a change of clothes for tomorrow. Do you want me to stay tomorrow night too?"
"If you want to, yes."
Severus pressed his lips to her shoulder. Honestly, he didn't want to ever leave. Being with her was like being on holiday. He wanted to pack her in a suitcase and take her back to Hogwarts with him so they could take advantage of every free moment that neither of them were working. "I can stay."

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Severus stalked through the dungeons with a single-minded goal: get in and get out. He glared at every student he passed, making it clear he wasn't to be bothered. Once in the safety of his rooms, he found a small valise and stocked it with clothes, muscle soak, Rejuvenation Elixer, and the book he was reading.
There was a soft knock at his door, and he cursed himself for not locking his office behind him. Yanking open the door, he was surprised to find Minerva on the other side. "What?"
McGonagall gave his huffy perturbation a disapproving look. "I heard you had returned to the castle."
"I'm just getting some things."
Minerva searched his eyes. "Will you be back tomorrow?"
"Monday morning."
"I see. I wanted to let you know I've found several people willing to switch duties with you."
"Good."
"You'll have to take the Monday night curfew rounds and double up Wednesday to take Fillius’s patrol and Irma’s check of the library and surrounding halls."
"Yes, fine," he agreed quickly. "As long as I have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to myself, that's all I need."
She sighed and nodded. "I hope she's worth all this."
He edged her out the door, warding it behind him. "Goodnight, Minerva."

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Hermione was curled up next to him in bed, pretending to read.
She was really thinking about everything they’d done that day, and picturing him in her bathtub, that giddy smirk on his face as he’d “cleaned” her bottom hole for the third time. They’d stayed in the tub playing until they were both pruning like raisins. He’d scrubbed her clit to a high shine, buffing her to orgasm. It was the best bath of her life.
When they got out, he changed into a pair of black cotton pajamas. He looked adorably sexy in them, and she couldn't stop snuggling into him and burying her face in his chest. He seemed amused by her repeated requests for hugs.
They ate a simple dinner of meat and potatoes and then cleaned the dishes together. She couldn't stop staring at him. Was this really what he was like when no one was around? It was easy to care for this man. He didn't glare at her or ridicule her. He hugged her whenever she wanted and fucked her like a pro. What was there not to like?
With the dishes clean, they went and sat in the front room, where they'd wound up kissing and groping each other on the couch like a couple of teenagers.
Crookshanks showed up in the middle of their snogging session and meowed, informing her he would be waiting in the kitchen for her to make it rain catnip. She kissed a groggy (but grinning) Snape on the cheek and told him she'd be back.
Once Crooks was taken care of, she went back out and found Snape dozing on the couch. When she got closer, his eyes snapped open, and he told her to take off her pajamas and go lie on the bed. The next thirty minutes were spent with his face buried her pussy. Just when she thought she would come, he stopped and got out the plug they'd used the night before. This time though, he lapped at her clit as he slid it home, making it easy for her to loudly proclaim how much she fancied having her bottom filled. After she came, he let her get dressed and told her to rest for a bit before they had another go.
Hermione gave up on her book and turned on her right side to face him. "Severus?"
"Hm?" he mumbled, marking his place with his finger.
"Tell me about school."
He looked up from his book, his brow pinching in confusion. "What?"
"What do you do every day?"
"Mostly fear for my life."
She smiled. "I'm serious. Has Hogwarts changed since I left?"
"Yes. The death toll is considerably smaller," he quipped then realized she might take that the wrong way. "Without the constant threat of madmen, the student body need fear only themselves."
"Do you like teaching? It seems as though you can't stand it."
He put his bookmark in place and set his book aside. "I enjoy teaching; it's the students I can't stand."
"You can't have one without the other."
"I'd be fine with them if they actually took learning seriously, but they act as if putting any effort into their schoolwork will destroy them."
"They're just distracted by other things. One day they'll see how valuable it is. Tell me what you do each day. I have no idea what Hogwarts is like from the faculty's viewpoint."
She seemed honestly interested; he wished there was something worthwhile to tell her. "I have no idea what the other teachers do, but my day is relatively boring unless something's exploding. I get up and get dressed then go to the Great Hall for breakfast. When the students start wandering in, I return to my room to prepare for the day. I write instructions on the board, check ingredient stores, set out the scrolls that need handing back, that sort of thing. Classes start, and I'm sure you remember what taking potions with me was like. When the day ends, I usually grade until dinner. After dinner, I grade some more. If I'm actually free to use my time as I please, I sometimes do experimental brewing or refill Poppy's stores. At night I take a bath and then read until I'm groggy enough to sleep. Roughly eight hours later the whole process starts again. Then there're teacher's meetings and Quidditch matches and trips to Hogsmeade to break the monotony. Perhaps you can see now why I look forward to your letters so much."
Hermione smiled. "If you hate it, why don't you quit?"
"I don't hate it. Hogwarts is my home. The Slytherins are like my children. I want them to do well. I care about their education. I find Potions an interesting subject. The only thing I dislike is the rampant stupidity."
"Do you ever think about doing anything else?"
"Not really. Teaching is all I know anymore."
"You could be a gigolo. You certainly have the equipment and skills."
He laughed loudly. "I'd rather not. I don't want pleasure to be work."
"Do you like having Minerva as Headmistress?"
He made a grumbling sound of indecision. "It could be worse."
Hermione bit back her giggle. She had a feeling Snape didn't like anybody being in charge of him. "What are you reading?"
He glanced over at the side table. "Nibald's Precision Potion-Making. Why the sudden downpour of questions?"
"I'm just curious what happens when you're not here."
"I assure you it's nothing of note. What about you? Besides your compulsive cleaning and prolific masturbation, what happens during the week? Do you cajole Crookshanks into having tea with you each night while you relay the events of the day, or do you stay at work so late that there's no time for conversation?”
She blushed. "Crooks is an excellent listener."
Snape smiled. "I don't know how to break this to you, but I think he might be deaf." And going blind.
Hermione shook her head. "He's selective. Perhaps you just haven't said anything that interested him."
"When do you go out? I can't imagine you meet many wizards with your schedule."
She sighed. "I'm tired of dating. That's why I placed the ad."
"So you're not going to see anyone else while were involved?"
"I don't have time for any more men in my life.”
He nodded, thinking about how things would change if she found a steady boyfriend. "So you're ready to just be alone the rest of your days on earth?"
Her face went blank. "I don't like to think about it."
Snape could tell he'd touched a nerve. "I'm sure you'll find someone." He smiled softly. "Someone who enjoys swotty, obsessive bookworms with a spanking fetish."
Hermione's eyes wandered down to his chest. "Let's change the subject."
"I was just joking, Hermione." He put his hand to the side of her face. "You'll make some wizard very happy. How could any man not adore a sweet witch who excels at hand jobs and begs to have her bottom penetrated?”
She sat up and stared at the opposite wall. "Would you just drop it, Severus. You may not mind my work habits or my sexual proclivities, but plenty of men do. I don't want to talk about it anymore."
His hand trailed down her back in an attempt to calm her. "We most certainly are going to talk about it. Why are you getting so upset?"
Hermione dropped her face into her hands and let out a huffy sigh. "Because, oddly enough,” she snapped, “I don't like thinking about being alone for the rest of my life. Dwelling on things I can't change is maddening."
Severus slid his hand up the back of her pajama top, running his fingers along her spine. "Just because you haven't found someone yet doesn't mean there aren’t limitless options out there."
“Yeah right." She didn't even try to make it sound as if she believed that.
"Get the next size up plug."
Her head whipped around. "What?"
"You heard me. Get your coconut oil too and then come lie over my lap."
"The one I've got in feels big enough. Let's not be hasty."
He sat up against the pillows and gave her a stern look. "I want you to take off those pajamas and then get your bare bottom over my lap unless you want the plug and the paddle."
She did want them both, but not at the same time. Hermione climbed out of bed slowly and got the next biggest plug from her drawer. Tossing the little jar and the plug next to him, she pulled her top over her head and then pushed her bottoms to the floor, stripping herself with an air of obligation.
When she started to crawl over to him, Severus stopped her. "I suggest you leave that petulant attitude outside the bed. Don't you dare act as if I'm forcing you to do this. You agreed to have me perform a sundry list of services, and disciplinarian is one of them."
She stared at his hands. "What did I do wrong?"
"Well first off, I think you are perfectly capable of having a calm conversation with me, even if the subject makes you uncomfortable; so we need to correct your childish reaction. But mostly we need to correct your false beliefs about your desirability. So whenever you're ready, tell me you're sorry and then ask me for the plug."
Hermione sat back on her heels and twisted her fingers together. She suddenly felt like an immature teenager back in his classroom (except detention had a much more personal flavor now).
"I'm sorry, sir,” she said quietly. "Please put me over your knee and correct me with the plug."
"That was much better. All right—" he waved her over—"get that red bottom up in the air."
Hermione climbed across his lap, and he adjusted her until her bum was propped high and her legs were spread wide.
"Push out your plug for me." Her buttocks shifted as she bore down. The plug popped free, and he caught it in one hand, casting a Scourigfy over it before tossing it aside. "I'll have to use a spell on you; you're not clean enough for my intentions."
Her face went fuchsia. Oh my God. He muttered a charm, and her rectum tingled as the spell took effect. His finger followed, easing inside and lubing her walls with oil. She was getting excited despite her reluctance to be in this position. It wasn't that she didn't want his finger (or the plug); it was that she wanted him to do those things because he couldn't keep his hands off her, not because she'd done something wrong. She wanted him to desire her, not see her as a child. "Sir?"
"Yes?" he muttered, lubing the plug's pointy end.
"I really am sorry. I didn't mean to get so tetchy."
He held her cheeks apart with one hand and twirled the plug against her hole with the other—back and forth, getting her ready for its invasion. "I know you didn't. I forgive you."
Slowly easing it in to the widest point, Severus let her adjust to the stretch before continuing with her reprogramming. "Now, we need to discuss this false opinion you have about yourself. You seem to think you're just barely deserving of happiness, which couldn't be further from the truth. You are intelligent and beautiful, hard-working and hungry for sensual pleasures. Any man who doesn't see the full benefit of all that isn't worth your time. I think you need your three positive things for the day. Let's see . . . you're bright, sexy, and have the biggest heart of any witch I know."
Hermione sighed as the plug slid into place. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected. She felt stretched, but it wasn't painful.
"Say those back to me," he purred, patting her bum.
"I'm bright, sexy, and have a big heart."
"That’s right. Now come up here and I'll give you that hug you've been dying for."
Was she that obvious? Scooting around and straddling his lap, Hermione wrapped her arms around him as he did the same to her. Resting her head on his shoulder, she smiled, savoring his embrace. "Thank you, Severus."
He smiled into her hair. "For what? The plug?"
"Yes, but for everything else as well: the hugging, the fucking, the comfort. I know this isn't all your cup of tea, so I really appreciate it."
"Just because I'm not used to doing some of these things doesn't mean I don't enjoy them."
She lifted her head and grinned at him. "You secretly love the hugging, don't you? It's your favorite part."
He raised one eyebrow. It didn't seem prudent to reveal just how much he fancied that bit. "I don't like hugging, I like hugging you. Those are entirely different things."
Hermione hid her knowing smile in his neck. "You like taking care of me?"
"Yes."
"I like it too. Nobody else makes me feel like this."
"Like what?"
"Safe."
Severus thought about that. He felt safe with her as well. Kissing her shoulder, he worked his way up to her neck. "You are safe with me," he murmured into her thudding pulse. "As long as we continue this arrangement, I'll protect you to the best of my ability."
"I don't need protecting."
"No? What do you need?"
"Someone who understands me."
He nuzzled the side of her ear. "I do."
"I know. And I'll try to give you what you need too."
"And just what is it I need?"
Hermione combed her fingers through his lank hair. "The same thing."
"I don't know how you could possibly understand me when I don't understand myself."
She would keep it to herself that she thought he needed to be hugged thoroughly and often. He needed the affection just as much as (or maybe more than) she did. "I won't say I understand you completely, but I can see what you respond to."
"You have a very talented tongue. My response is quite simple to understand."
Smiling, she shook her head. He didn't need to admit what he needed most for her to give it to him. Drawing her lips across his cheek, she trailed a path to his mouth. When their lips met, she sank both of her hands into his hair and held him in place.
Severus grunted as her tongue found his. His stomach lurched. She was so soft against him, her body pressed flush with his, her mouth breathing him in. When he was with her, he felt not only wanted but appreciated. He never got that from anyone else. His hands slid down to her curvy bum and tickled the tops of her cheeks, skating in to tease her crack, leaving her whimpering for more.
Hermione pulled her lips from his, panting at his controlled dismantling of her brain. "I want you so much."
He nodded. He'd been thinking the same thing. Giving her a final peck on the lips, he patted her pink cheeks. “Bend over for me, pet; show me those pretty stripes.”
Spinning off his lap, Hermione propped herself up on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder to watch him pull off his clothes. Arching her back, she squeaked out a noise of excitement.
Severus knelt behind her, tugging his cock a few times to make sure it was ready to go to work. Running his engorged glans up and down her flooded fissure, he teased them both to the edge of insanity. "You are so juicy. You love this new plug, don't you?"
"Yes, sir!"
He grinned and aligned himself with her seeping sex, easing the tip inside. Putting his thumb over the base of her plug, he stirred it in a small circle as he sank into her.
"Uuuuuuunh!"
Severus set up a nice slow pace, groaning as her plug bumped along his cock through her back wall. He wanted her to scream his name, and to get that kind of volume would take time; he was ready to give her all he had. He wouldn’t mind doing this all night. Every night. For the rest of his life. Her pussy was the center of his universe. The moment he was inside her, everything else fell away, and he could breathe. In. Out. The breath of life. Sex was his meditation.
Hermione was gradually rocked into another dimension. The longer he prolonged their release, the more vocal she became. It was mostly incoherent jabbering, but he must have decoded her cries, because he responded when called upon. She loved what he was doing, but there was only so much pleasure a witch could withstand before her brain melted. Her back was starting to ache from the unfulfilled promise of release. Didn't he need to come? If he would just give it to her a little faster, she might get there before the dawning of a new century. "Severus!"
Snape smiled to himself. "Yes, pet?"
"Please! I'm so close!"
Reaching out, he wrapped her hair around his hand and gently drew back her head. "Stay on your hands.” She arched her back for him, and his cock pummeled her front wall. Keeping his thumb on her plug, he wiggled it back and forth. The resulting shout was glorious. It echoed in his head as he turned up the heat.
Hermione saw stars. She wasn't breathing right, and the shift in angle left her gasping. No one had ever pulled her hair like that before, and she couldn't decide if she fancied it or not. It didn't really hurt, but it made her eyes water. The stimulation to her scalp wasn’t unpleasant, and it certainly made holding up her head easier.
Severus whipped his hips a bit faster, making his balls slap against her creamed clit with a satisfying smack. She started to keen, chanting his name under her breath as if pleading for clemency. Her inner muscles twitched around him, warning him of her impending climax. He drove into her with enough speed to chase a drawn-out scream of ecstasy from her lips. Her sheath clamped around him, bearing down so hard he was almost pushed out. He held in her plug for her and gritted his teeth to keep from screaming right along with her.
Hermione's wail of completion died on her lips as she ran out of air. Her pussy had expunged every last drop of pleasure from her body, leaving her limp and sated. She would have flopped face-first onto the bed, but he had her anchored by the hair and vagina.
Severus slowed to a crawl and eased out of her, releasing her locks from his grip and patting her bum. "Lie down.”
Dropping flat, she turned her head to the side, trying to catch her breath. "Like this?"
"That's fine," he muttered as he pressed himself to her back. She parted her legs to give him more room, and he aimed his cock into her slurping snatch. He rested against her, pushing her hair out of the way so he could bury his face in her neck. "Can you breathe?"
She smiled. "Yes." He was heavy, but she preferred having him right up against her.
“Do you like having that plug filling your arse while I fill your pussy?" he rumbled in her ear.
A shiver rolled down her spine, making her skin prickle. "Yes, sir."
"I could tell by the screaming. Your neighbors are going to call the police on us."
She shook her head. "The flat's warded. No one can hear us."
"Damn," he muttered with a small nip to her neck. "I was hoping to be famous in the morning."
Hermione laughed. "Trying to drum up more business?"
He smirked, slowly rocking against her soft arse. He wished he could sleep like that all night. "No. And I told you, this isn't business, it's pleasure."
She smiled. "Are you ready to come?"
"No." I want to stay right here. "Are you uncomfortable?"
"No. I fancy it."
"Then just relax. I want to make sure you're worn out enough to sleep tonight."
He gently ground his hips into her padded bum, stroking his cock in and out of her at a languid pace. If he could stay inside her like this for years it wouldn't be enough for him. He circled his hips, smiling at her contented moan. This was the best weekend he could ever remember. He wouldn't squander his time with her tomorrow. Assuming nothing unplanned arose, they could spend a nice leisurely day snogging on her sofa. He would work her up to a whimpering frenzy and then take her to bed.
Bed. What a mysterious word. It was completely mundane in most settings, but somehow in her presence it took on an erotic quality that made his balls tighten with longing. Bed was where they belonged, their natural habitat. He wouldn't mind taking her on her spotless kitchen counter either. They could buff it to a high shine that would leave her feeling satisfied with both her need to clean and her need to come.
After twenty more minutes of slow thrusting, Severus felt his bollocks switch gears. He grunted into her sweaty neck and sank his teeth into her salty skin. She moaned loudly and writhed beneath him, fanning the flames to an inferno. "Are you close again, pet?"
Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
Snape reached around her and wedged his hand between her pelvis and the bed, teasing her bulging clit with his middle finger. Her breathing became shaky. She was ready to blow. "I want this bed nice and wet," he growled in her ear. "I want your juice running down my cock."
Her eyes rolled back in her head. The gravel in his voice abraded her clit, adding another layer to his shagging. "Huh!"
Licking a line along the shell of her ear, he breathed over the wet trail, making sure she felt as well as heard his words. "Come for me, Hermione.”
He didn't need to request it; she was already there. "Unnnnnh!"
Her sheath undulated around him, and he came with a gasp. His balls rode high, pulling to a taut knot before releasing their baggage. He grunted her name, and his vision went dim for several seconds as his dick ejected every particle of his being into her sweet pussy.
A smile slid over Hermione's lips as he dropped his face into her hair and rested his forehead against her cranium. This was home. “Stay inside me till you fall out."
He breathed out a tired chuckle. "You'll have to keep being my pillow."
"I don't mind," she said with a smile. "You'll be mine later."
Snape kissed the back of her neck, sighing as he finally started to catch his breath. It's one of the perks of the job.

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Severus felt the warmth of morning sunlight on his face, but he couldn't yet bring himself to open his eyes. When dawn broke the next day he'd have to leave, and his pretend life would come to an end. He didn't feel her hair tickling his chest, so she must have already gotten up. Maybe if I lie here long enough, she'll come back.
Something brushed his cheek, and he opened his eyes to find her orange cat, bright as the sunrise itself, two inches from his face. Pulling back slightly, he gave the feline a wary stare.
Crooks scrutinized their houseguest, peering into Snape's black eyes as if searching for an answer in the annals of his brain. Severus felt as if he were on the witness stand again.
"Where's your mistress?" he asked in a croaky whisper.
Crooks didn't answer, he just poked his face closer to Snape's honking nose and sniffed, whiskers twitching.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's impolite to stare?"
"Maow," Crookshanks replied with a yawn.
Severus put his fingers to the cat's forehead, rubbing back between his ears; and Crookshanks sprawled himself over Snape's shoulder, making it clear he wanted more. Smirking, Snape scratched the cat's thick fur, closing his eyes and hoping sleep would find him again.
"Crookshanks, I told you not to bother him," Hermione whispered from the door.
Both man and cat looked over at her with the same imperious expression: Crooks seeming to say "don't bother me now," while Snape had more of a "why are you not in bed with me?" attitude.
"I made breakfast," she told them both.
"Porridge?" he asked, not really caring what she'd made so long as he ate something soon.
"No, I made muffins and eggs. But I can make you porridge if you like."
He held out his hand to her, and she slid into bed next to him, smiling and petting his head the same way he was petting her cat. "Muffins sound good," he rasped. His voice always took a while to warm up. "Why don't you give me a little preview right now."
Hermione grinned at him. "A preview?"
"Sit on my face and I'll tell you if it needs butter or jam."
Hermione laughed. "You look pretty out of it. Maybe you should eat first—build up your strength."
"That's what I'm trying to do, witch. A balanced breakfast starts with honeyed muffin. Stop starving me."
Snorting, she nodded at Crookshanks. "I thought you didn't like being watched."
He gave the cat a pleading look. "This is my last day of freedom. Don't make me beg."
Crookshanks yawned again, but rose stiffly and wobbled to the edge of the bed in acquiescence. Snape set him gently on the floor so he wouldn't jump and crack a hip. The cat wandered around the bed and out the door without a backward glance.
"We're alone," he rumbled. "Take off those blasted pajamas. I'm famished."
Smiling, Hermione stripped off her clothes and snuggled in close to him.
Severus relaxed into the warmth of her softness. His hand slid down to her breast, and he gave her nipple a welcoming tug. "Straddle my face, pet. I've been dreaming about eating your wet little pussy all night."
She kissed his chin. Face sitting wasn't something she'd done a lot of, but she'd had one or two decent experiences. "Do you want me to suck your dick while you lick me?"
His mouth curled into a smile. "I don't think I'm quite up for that yet. But I might take you up on it later. Come on," he said, rolling over and getting in a better position. "Hold onto the headboard."
She couldn't stop grinning as she carefully got into place above him. Sinking down, she gasped as his mouth met her slit. His tongue wiggled up between her lips, making her moan. Gripping the headboard, she stared down at the top of his head, watching his eyebrows twitch as he burrowed into her sex. All morning she'd been on a low-level of anticipation, eager to wake him up and spend the day with him; but now her simmering arousal was being tongued to a boiling point. He teased her patiently, lapping through her folds and dancing over her clit. In less than ten minutes she was on the verge of overflowing.
Severus smiled into her musky fissure. She was drenched and ready to go off like a rocket. If he looked up, he could just see the underside of her tits jiggling above him. This is one hell of a way to start the day. He should get rid of his alarm clock and just have her smother him with her pussy every morning. Sliding his tongue into her creaming entrance, he nuzzled her clit with the top of his nose. It was mildly difficult to breathe, but hopefully he would inhale some of her juice so he could smell her all day.
Hermione shouted his name as she came, her body bucking over his face. Every muscle tensed to stone then she spasmed and shuddered as she fell into release. “Severus!”
Her hips gradually lost steam as the orgasm rolled away. She slowed to a stop, lifting off of him so he could breathe. "You all right?"
He nodded and wiped at his chin. "Excellent."
Crawling down to face him, Hermione smiled at his wet cheeks. She swiped her thumb along his mouth and then leaned in and kissed him. The primal scent of her sex clung to his lips and tongue. She'd never been so turned on by her own fluids before.
Severus felt his cock waking up as she licked him clean. Not yet. I need coffee first. And food. "Leave your pussy nice and wet for me," he muttered. "I want to smell you all day."
Hermione nodded with a small smile. "Are you sure you don't want me to suck you?"
"Later. I need breakfast now."
She kissed the tip of his nose and climbed out of bed, only stopping to pull on her bathrobe before heading to the kitchen. "I'll get your coffee ready."
"You're an angel," he muttered. My juicy angel.

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They spent a good deal of the day reading and talking. He was having a nice time, and he appreciated the calibre of conversation; but he couldn't stop groping her. She seemed equally handsy, exploring his body through his clothes as they discussed the latest article in Potions Enthusiast. Just having someone who shared his interests and could provide intelligent discourse on the subject made him want to bend her over the couch and shag the hell out of her.
Unable to resist his suggestive imagination any longer, he pulled her from her seat. “Let’s go see what's for dinner."
"Dinner? We just ate lunch a couple of hours ago. Are you hungry again?"
"Ravenous," he muttered, dragging her into the kitchen.
"Severus, what are you doing?" She grinned to herself, weaving her fingers through his.
"We're going to try an experiment." He opened her cupboard and nodded at the boxes and canned goods. "Do you think you can rearrange some of this?"
"Um . . . I don't know."
He moved her in front of him and studied the shelves over her shoulder. "If you dismantle this monstrosity, I'll make it worth your while."
They hadn't shagged all day. She'd been hinting how much she wanted his dick, but she thought it rather greedy to demand sex from her guest at every possible moment. This sounded like her chance to strike. With only a slight hesitation, she started randomly moving things about, destroying her alphabetical order for the possibility he was offering. She didn't want her kitchen to be a testament to her neurotic nature, and he was giving her an out.
Severus smiled. If she had just moved a few cans and boxes, he would have been happy; but she was leaving her cupboard in shambles.
"All right, all right," he murmured, putting his hand over hers to still her. "That's good enough. How do you feel?"
She bit her lip. Be honest, Hermione. "Sort of out of control. Like I'm running down the street naked."
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, turning her face up to his. "If you need to come in here and fix this later, I'll understand. But I hope you'll see that your world does not spin on the axis of a regimented pantry. Good things will happen and bad things will happen, but not because the beans aren't next to the corn."
Hermione smiled and rested her cheek on his chest. She hoped letting go would be that easy.
Severus bent down and tipped back her head, pressing his lips to hers. Her tongue eagerly met his, and he grunted as she slid into his mouth. Her arms went around his neck, holding him captive for the most welcome imprisonment ever. Backing her into the counter, he slid his hands to the front of her jeans and unfastened the zip.
Hermione was glad she had both him and the counter to hold her up. He leaned down and shoved her jeans below her hips then grasped her waist and lifted her to sit on the countertop. Ah! Cold!
Snape backed away from her, pulling her jeans and knickers down her legs. She had on a pair of pink fuzzy socks, which seemed to be doubling as slippers. Peeling them off, he left her naked from the waist down. Her eyes had gone dark with lust, her chest visibly rising and falling with each labored breath. "Lift up your arms, pet."
Hermione smiled and shot her hands into the air so he could pull off her shirt. He tossed it aside and wrapped his arms around her, his palms skimming her back and finding her bra catch. He had it off her in a flash, his eyes locking on her bare chest. She leaned back a little so he could see more clearly. "I've never had sex in the kitchen before."
One corner of his mouth curled up. "Accio whipped cream.”
She laughed as he caught the can in one hand and started to shake it. "Is that for you or me?"
"I'm having pie. I have no idea what you're having. Pull up those knees and spread your legs. Presentation is an important component of a satisfying meal."
Hermione leaned back against the wall next to the window. Her left foot found a nice pseudo-stirrup on the lip of the sink, her right was hitched at the edge of the counter. She realized that, once again, she was starkers while he still wore all his clothes. Couldn’t they play ice cream parlor with him naked?
Severus tilted his head to one side, getting a good look at her cute crease before covering her in condiments. There was a tiny glint of shine just visible in her seam. He would have her sparkling in no time. Putting the tip of the nozzle at the apex of her slit, he drew a white line down the length of her crack. Exquisite. He dragged over one of the chairs from the table and sat before his plate. Placing his hands on her inner thighs, he held her wider and tucked in.
Hermione inhaled sharply as he began to lick away the creamy coating. He started at the top, right over her clit, and worked his way down. She stared at him, mesmerized by the sight of his face mashed into her whipped pussy. His tongue wove through her folds, and the lower he went, the more she curled up to make his job easier. His line had stopped at her perineum, but his tongue had spread the cream deeper. When he lapped the remains from her crinkled notch, she almost fell off the counter.
Severus smiled to himself, planting his hands firmly on her thighs so she didn’t wiggle her way to a broken back. Now that he knew how much she fancied a tossed salad, he’d dole it out incrementally. He wanted her thinking about some backdoor options, but he needed to keep some tricks up his sleeve for a rainy day.
Hermione wondered just what else Snape could do to her that he hadn’t already done. She knew he was far more sexually experienced than she was, but she’d never thought about all the stuff they hadn’t explored yet. Maybe he wanted things to get kinkier. Or maybe he was just pushing her boundaries a little. She wanted to ruminate on the possibilities, but as soon as his tongue slid up her pussy and his nose found her clit, her brain lost all cognitive capabilities. Reaching down with one hand, she ran her fingers through his greasy hair and stroked his head. “Mmmmm!”
Severus sucked his way through her inner layers, cleaning every pocket and peak. When he could find no more cream to sate his appetite, he sat back to inspect his work. Her entire pussy was soaked, wet from his feasting as much as her arousal. He tongued off a last remaining speck from her left cheek then picked up the can again.
Drawing a fluffy line down her inner thigh, he nibbled and licked his way to her knee. Her entire leg was trembling, the excitement bouncing through her muscles like bacon dancing on a griddle. Calm down. I’ve got you. He licked his way down her calf, tasting her sans sugar. So sweet. Holding her foot in one hand, he dispensed a dollop on her big toe. Let’s see what else you like. He met her heated gaze and sucked her toe into his mouth.
“Unh!” Her leg jerked in his grip, but her eyes rolled back as his tongue swirled around the first little piggy. No one had ever sucked her toes before, and it was far more pleasurable than she’d assumed. She wasn’t really into feet, so she’d never thought to ask anyone to do it.
Severus kissed each toe, grinning at her hungry expression. “Should I do the other foot, or is it time to taste those candy nipples?”
Hermione put her other foot on his shoulder.
He chuckled and wrapped his hand around her ankle. “Do you like being my dessert, pet?”
She nodded. She’d be any meal he wanted.
Snape drew a line down her arch then proceeded to eat it off, laving the ticklish sole of her foot. He wasn’t worried about the cleanliness of her feet. He’d been the one scrubbing her in the tub the night before; he knew how clean she was. She tasted nice, even without the sugar. He wanted lick every inch of her. When he got to her toes, he started at the little one, nipping and sucking his way to the largest. Before beginning the main course, he wiped a dot of residual cream from the tip of the nozzle onto her toenail, painting it white.
Hermione moaned as her other toe got mauled in his mouth. His teeth playfully bit into her skin, and he sucked her so hard her pussy leaked with envy.
Once she was clean, he nuzzled his way back up her other leg, tasting her thigh and giving its juicy meat a quick bite. She jumped and reached for his head, tugging his hair to move him back toward her pussy. He wanted to go back there too, but not yet. Grazing her slit with his nose, he took a deep breath to tide him over. “Sit up tall, pet. Show me your tits.”
She arched her back into his face, dying to feel the suction of his mouth. He pressed her breasts together and buried his face in the valley. Hermione felt his tongue wiggling over her breastbone, leaving a wet trail cooling in its wake. His hair tickled her nipples and made her shiver. “Please suck me, sir.”
He smiled into her warm skin, smothering himself for a moment before leaning back and finding the whipped cream again. Pointing the nozzle at each pink tip, he capped her mounds in snow. She looked delightful. He had the sudden vision of her bathing in a tub of whipped goodness. He’d willingly give himself a toothache to clean such a tasty treat. Leaning closer, he inhaled the subtle scent of her arousal mixing with the light hint of sugar.
Her nipples grew hard beneath the fluffy topping, desperate for his mouth to move just an inch closer and devour her. He took his time, gently licking all around her areola, whittling away the cream until his prize was uncovered. She stared at him, watching the fluffy white cream catch on his taste buds before he swallowed. She wanted to slip her tongue in his mouth and lick it right back off him.
The peak of her breast had budded to a sharp outcropping. After flicking his tongue over it several times, he took her entire pink tip in his mouth and sucked her deep. He kept it rhythmic, just the way she liked, lulling her into a state of dripping relaxation. Her hand slipped around the back of his neck, and he sighed as she scratched his scalp.
He switched sides and excavated her other nipple with the same care, preserving the contours of the sharp tip like an archaeologist revealing a priceless artifact. When the rosy red bud was discovered, he latched on and suckled her. He loved the feel of her knotted flesh grazing the back of his tongue. She whimpered and held his head tighter, clutching his shoulder with her other hand.
When he released her, Hermione tipped his face up to hers and snogged him like a maniac. He tasted of whipped sweetness and that flavor that was uniquely him. Her tongue searched his mouth for any remaining cream. Damn, none left. She couldn’t stop kissing him. Cream or no cream, he made her stomach quiver like jelly. She wasn’t letting go.
Snape slowly rose to his feet as she latched onto his mouth like a vacuum. He could swear the suction went all the way down to his sac. Holding her tighter, he gave it right back to her, teasing her tongue into his mouth and then going on the offensive. She moaned against his lips, making his balls buzz against his thigh. He couldn’t take any more. His dick was trying to force open his zip with its weight. Reaching down with one hand, he unfastened his trousers and pulled his length free. Her hands were all over him, shoving his clothes around his hips as he ran his finger through her folds and aligned his cock with her entrance.
Hermione wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in, whimpering as his knob nudged into her cinched sheath. He sank in with one slow, smooth thrust, his shaft pulling her labia until she thought she might implode. He went to the hilt, grinding into her when he was as deep as possible, spreading her slick juice all over his sex and making sure his balls got in on the wetness. If he wanted to bathe in her lubrication, she’d help him out in any way she could.
Severus pulled his lips from hers, panting down at her as he rocked his length into her heat. He wanted to hear her shouting his name at the top of her lungs; no one else said it the way she did.
Hermione tore open his shirt, baring his chest, running her hands over the soft shadows of his pecs. He was a thin man, but she wasn't all that into muscles. He looked damn good to her. When she brushed her thumbs over his nipples, he grunted at her and fucked her faster.
Pushing down his clothes so they dropped to the floor, Severus pulled off his shirt; he wanted her hands on every available inch of him. Her arms snaked around his neck, and he dug his fingers into the soft skin at the crest of her buttocks, holding on tight as he turned up the heat.
Hermione's body was on fire. She wanted to consume him. His fucking had become a quick, short volley of thrusts, hitting her so deeply her belly clenched. "Unnnnh!"
He knew how she felt. His balls were starting to tingle. "That's my girl," he whispered to the side of her face. “Say my name.”
“Severus, please!”
He panted against her neck so her skin prickled with goose pimples. Her arms and legs tightened around him, squeezing him like a constrictor. The closer her orgasm drew, the stronger her grip became.
Severus could barely breathe, but he didn't care. There would be plenty of time for breathing later. His balls bounced against her arse with every thrust, knocking out a beat that countered the thump of his heart. Her soft breasts pressed to his chest, and he reveled in the receptive welcome of her body. Just when he started to get lost in the feel of her, her pussy danced around him, squeezing him tighter than he ever thought possible.
Her body spasmed with release, and she shouted his name again. The sound echoed around the room and bounced off the sink with a tinny reverb.
He rode through the storm until her body went slack then he let his hips slow to a stroll. He put his lips to her ear, whispering roughly as his body struggled to contain the rush of energy. ”Do you want me to come inside you, or did you want to test out that whipped cream for yourself?"
Hermione grinned. “Cream!"
Snickering at her enthusiasm, he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead as he pulled out. “Okay, but you’d better hurry. My balls are screaming.” He helped her off the counter, and she sank immediately to her knees before him. Snape handed her the can. “Here you go. Don’t leave me all sticky.”
Hermione smiled and turned the can upside down over his cock, drawing a decorative line down the full length. Pretty. She looked up at him as she started to lick away the cream.
“No teasing, pet. I’m too close.”
She wrapped one hand around the base and took him in her mouth. He tasted like sweetened sex. Her other hand cupped his balls, palming them as her fingertips edged behind his sac to find the smooth tightness of his perineum. He growled loudly and rocked his hips toward her. The remaining cream lubed his shaft as she stroked him; she was getting it all over her face. Maybe he’d give her another bath to clean it off.
Her tongue madly rolled around his tip, adding a mind-numbing swirl to every thrust. His sac started to tighten, pulling up to give her a shot of the cream she was really after. "I'm there, pet. Don't stop."
His cock began to pulse in her mouth, and his seed shot down her throat. Hermione slurped and swallowed, gorging herself on his release. He had to drag her face off of him when he was empty; she was starving for more.
He smirked down at her as he milked his pipes clean. "See what good things happen when you loosen the reins on life?”
Hermione grinned and licked the drop clinging to his tip.
"Thank you, pet." He smiled, stroking the side of her face. "Now let's go get you in the shower. If you're as sticky as I am, we'll be stuck together all night."
Hermione didn't think that sounded disagreeable at all.

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Severus lay in her bed that night, staring at the dark ceiling, his arm around her shoulders as she slept on his chest. They'd had another go after dinner, her riding him on the couch until he couldn't think straight. This was, bar none, the greatest weekend of his life. That realization made him nervous. This was becoming more than a fling, more than a carefully crafted pairing of two like-minded individuals. He had no idea where to draw the line between what they had intended and what they were actually doing. This was no longer just a Dom/sub relationship. They were basically seeing each other with some discipline on the side.
He didn’t know what to think about that. It might be a horrible mistake, or it might be the best thing that had ever happened to him. It certainly felt right—good even, as if his heart was so full it was going to burst out of his chest. He felt alive.
Turning his face into her hair, he inhaled the scent of her shampoo, and she twitched against him in her sleep. The warmth of her against him made his heart ache. In his experience, good things usually left him at some point—hell, good things usually fled from him so fast it made a Firebolt look like a tortoise. He didn’t know how to really be close to someone.
His quest to discover his own humanity had left him stranded in a sea of uncertainty. Being with her had become his life raft . . . but also the circling sharks. She could rescue him or destroy him.
And that scared the shit out of him.
The devil on his shoulder told him to get up and run and never look back. He'd only ever experienced pain and suffering when he let people invade his fortress. His less rational side pulled her closer. She was so bloody sweet, curled up against him, her head on his heart. She was no circling shark. But she might puncture his heart just as easily. Severus kissed the top of her curly head. Maybe this time would be different.
Maybe this time he was different.
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