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Iron Dragons and Firelegs COMPLETE	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cht. 9, Feeling Good

The storm
broke loudly overhead as Severus led her down the darkened hallway.
He raised his wand in front of him momentarily and as he did so,
sconces lining the walls lit themselves as the couple approached. He
turned at the end of the hallway into the master bedroom she had
discovered earlier. With another wave of his wand, the bed coverings
turned themselves down with a ripple as Severus muttered, “munda
recenter” before turning and lighting the hurricane lamp on
a nearby vanity with another careless flick. A soft glow from the
wick enveloped the room, punctuated by periodic flashes of light from
the opened curtains that cast their silouettes onto the wall as
Severus faced her, his hand still clasping her fingers.

“I've never brought someone
here,” he whispered, raising her fingers to his lips, “but
I quite prefer it to my own home.”

“It's gorgeous,” she
replied as he drew her closer, sliding a hand around her neck to cup
the back of her head. He stood merely a breath away, tipping his
forehead down to hers. In that moment, and all too soon, Lacey felt
her heart tip in her chest and could not summon the concern for
giving over this quickly and easily.

I love my love and this he knows,

I love the ground whereon he goes.

He's the prettiest face and the
neatest hands.

I love the ground whereon he stands.

That mournful voice
echoing in from the sitting room rang true to her thoughts as she
brought her lips to his, brushing them tentatively against him,
tasting the curry and lime. He growled low in his belly as the hand
at the nape of her neck tensed while the other hand snaked under her
jacket to wrap around her waist. Molding her body against his, Lacey
slid her own fingers up over the coarse wool of his coat twining them
through his somewhat oily hair as she parted her lips. His tongue
dabbed lightly at hers, as if savoring her taste, and caused her to
whimper when the sensation shot straight to her loins.

“Oh god it
has been too long,” she began as he backed them to the edge of
the bed. Sitting down on its edge, he pulled her to stand between his
legs.

“We have all
night to make up for lost time,” he replied, sliding his hands
up to the buttons on her jacket and fumbling a bit as he began to
unfasten them. “It seems I'm out of practice as well.”

She started to lift
her hands to help him by doing it herself, only to have him brush
them away. “No, let me. I haven't seen you since that morning
in my bath. It's a bit like unwrapping a present; this thing hides
your curves so well.”

“Alright, as
long as I get to peel off your layers too.”

The last button
undone, he slid the stiff jacket down her arms to drop at her feet
even as he slid his hands back up her sides and down again. “Much
better already,” he said, his gaze focused on the slight rise
under the olive colored undershirt. Severus was unsure whether she
shivered because of his attentions or the chill in the room, but her
shirt left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were taut under
the scrap of fabric and Severus, being only a man, felt his mouth go
dry at the image before him. He reached out, intent on divesting the
woman whose tawny eyes glazed over with desire, and deftly unfastened
her pants, sliding them down until they pooled around her calves.
One muttered incantation later and the lace-up boots and woolen socks
were gone. She stepped slowly out of the camo pants and closer
between his knees. Again Severus slid his hands up her sides, over
the simple white cotton knickers, catching the t-shirt in his grasp
and he slid it up over her head to reveal a matching cotton bra, and
dropped it on top of her pants. He merely smiled easily at the
woman's practical nature. No coquetish laces or frills for her,
simplicity ruled her life as surely as it did his. He spied a single
mole over the pale rise of her right breast and longed to kiss it.
Yet the telltale throb in his nether regions told him that if he
pushed too far too soon it would be over before it had truly begun.
He was not lying when he said it had been quite some time. Rarely did
his drive coincide with his spare time, what little he had. What
sexual frustration there was he channelled diligently into teaching,
spying or developing potions and spells. Truly, he mused as he
swallowed and tried to suck air into his lungs, if he were faced with
a form and mind such as Lacey's he might do much less stalking and
snarking and relax. At least a bit.

Never one to let an
opportunity pass her by, Lacey took advantage of Severus' obvious
distraction to busy herself with the numerous buttons on his scratchy
frock coat. And never one to deny a woman her due, Severus lay back
leisurely and allowed himself to be undressed for the first time in
his adult life. Truly it was a pleasant experience, for as soon as
she swept his jacket away and began unbuttoning his starched white
shirt, she trailed kisses down his chest causing his breath to catch.
Thanks to her thorough ministrations, he now had a stiffy to rival a
flag pole straining against the y-fronts she uncovered. He remedied
this by dragging her hips onto his lap and leaning up to meld his
torso and mouth to hers in a searing kiss. Tauntingly, she rocked
against him causing him to groan against her lips before he rolled
her onto her back across the bed. Now in quite the teasing mood,
Lacey lifted her feet to push his trousers to his ankles. Taking a
moment to tug out of his boots and socks, he kicked the pants quickly
to the floor and returned his attentions to the half-naked woman now
sprawled against the downy pillows. She reached up slowly, removing
the band from the end of her plait and drug her fingers through her
curls, loosening them. One stray spiral lay over her forehead, its
tip touching her cheek and tempting him to brush it away with his
lips. As he did so, she grazed her teeth over his jaw line, eliciting
a low groan from him. He cupped his hands over her breasts, dropping
a kiss onto the tops of each of them briefly before he reached for
the clasp at her back and freed them from their constraints. She drug
the scrap of cotton away and smiled as she watched his Adam's apple
bob, his rapt attention focused on her chest. She wasn't big by any
means, but her breast were still rounded and firm, with a petal pink
blush to the tips, all of which were apparently more than enough for
the taciturn wizard who now dipped his head to taste first one then
the other, causing her to arch into his mouth with a gasp.
Instinctively she linked her legs around his waist and he lowered his
body to hers and placed a light kiss on the mole he stared at
earlier.

Not to be outdone,
Lacey's hands swept around to acquaint themselves with his rear end,
cupping and squeezing the firmness with an appreciation borne of
sheer lust and raging hormones she had not felt in ages. She stroked
her feet down the backs of his legs and arched her hips against his
erection. Severus moaned as he captured her ear between his teeth and
suckled gently, causing her to rake her hands up his back and fist in
his hair. Her control quickly slipping away as he continued his
assault, Lacey nipped his neck just at the curve and could feel his
pulse jumping when she ran her tongue over the same spot.

“Sweet Psyche
and Eros, woman, what you do to me,” he said rasping for
breath.

Running his lips
and tongue down her belly he drank in her flesh as a man dying of
thirst, his fingertips following behind and leaving a trail of
gooseflesh as she writhed under him. Lacey drew her knees up as he
drug away the last garment between her legs, barely giving him a
moment to revel in the sight of her sprawled nude against the crisp
white sheets before she tugged his briefs off and wrapped her hands
around the base of him. She mused briefly at how apparently
old-fashioned these wizards were as she slid down under him to reveal
the shaft obscured by his foreskin and placed a wet kiss against the
purpled tip.

“Oh gods, no,
not there,” he groaned, pulling her back up to face him. “Not
yet.” She barely got a laugh out before he had switched
positions, placing a kiss at the crook where thigh met hip. She
hissed out a breath when his fingers found her cleft and stroked ever
so gently against the warm and wet flesh.

“Ah,”
she sighed, drawing her legs up again. Severus' potions master's
hands worked wonders on her inner walls as he entered deftly, his
tongue sliding against her swollen clit while his digits pulsed
against her, in and up, as she began rocking her hips against him.
“God! Oh god, yes...” she was drowned out as a loud clap
of thunder sounded from the nearly forgotten storm outdoors. Refusing
to let up on her as she strained, pulling a pillow over her face to
muffle her own sounds, Severus found himself amused at the display.
Her legs had spread even further and she bucked in complete abandon
while her world when suddenly red when she came on a scream. When he
felt the muscles slacken around his fingers, and her legs dropped
back onto the mattress, Severus spared a glance up. Her reaction to
his tongue and hands was nearly his own undoing and drawing himself
back over her, he settled the tip of his shaft against her quim,
nuzzling against her neck before he allowed himself a turn for his
own release.

Her eyes were the
color of melted caramel, her chest heaving as she gasped out a laugh.
“Now that was a magic all its own.” With that, she was
rewarded with his first true grin. Ear to ear, he even showed teeth
and exuded self-satisfaction as he slid his hands around her back and
clasped her shoulders.

“And to
think, the night is nowhere near over,” he intoned, sliding his
sheath into her in a single stroke. The rumbles and flashes outdoors
seemed nothing compared to the groans that escaped him as he pressed
himself further against her in an arch of hips. Reveling in the
fullness as he stretched her core, Lacey rocked her hips in a
building rhythm while pressing kisses over his chest and the thin
pelt of inky curls. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive flesh
of a nipple as he drew out on a hiss, and plunged in again on a
bellow. He repeated this battery time and again as she matched him,
raking nails down his back as the tempo quickened and her cries rang
out amidst the thunder and rain pounding the roof even as they
pounded flesh to flesh. He felt the ominous tightening of his sac and
her walls and reveled in the feeling just before stepping over that
last ledge into release. Leaning forward, he stifled her cries by
plunging his tongue into her mouth with a possessive kiss swiveling
his hips against hers pistoning, using the friction to thrust them
both into the blinding madness of la petite mort.

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Munda recenter = roughly,
“freshly clean”

And fyi, those lyrics to “Black
is the Color of my True Love's Hair” is not only a song by Nina
Simone, but is originally a Scottish classic. So it fit perfectly,
especially given Snape's hair. Kismet again!
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