Title: Ask, and You Shall Receive
Rating: R
Prompt: #9, Massage
Word Count: 394
Summary: Some aches cannot be fixed with a massage.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all things Potter; I'm only kidnapping them for a bit of fun.

Severus worked his hands slowly up Hermione's legs, eliciting a soft moan from her parted lips as his fingers brushed against the insides of her thighs. Smirking, he tipped a few drops of the warming oil onto the swell of her bum. She inhaled sharply as the cool liquid touched her skin, the sound melding into a pleasurable hum as Severus's hands were on her again. He felt it warming beneath his touch, and Hermione's hips took up a slow grinding motion against the massage table as he rubbed the oil into her flesh.

More than once, his wife's squirming caused his fingers to slip between her cheeks, brushing teasingly against the puckered ring of flesh there. Each time, she would tremble and wiggle her bum slightly in silent invitation, and each time, he would deny her and return to his massaging.

"Severus, please," she murmured, drawing his attention from the creamy skin beneath his hands. Hermione's cheek was pressed to the table as she looked at him, her face slightly flushed. Her lips were parted, and as he watched, she pulled the lower between her teeth for a moment, wetting it with her tongue. Severus swallowed thickly as he forced his eyes away from the mouth begging to be ravaged and met her gaze. She squirmed beneath him, lifting her hips from the table, her half-closed eyes begging for him to touch her more.

"Please," she whispered again, and Severus broke. Firmly gripping her hips in his hands, he pulled her up into a partial kneeling position, delighting in Hermione's shaky inhale as he leaned his face towards her eager quim. His tongue darted out to trace the lips of her labia before delving between them, tasting the sweetness of her desire. She writhed beneath his skilled ministrations, her breath coming in unsteady gasps as Severus pushed her steadily towards the edge.

But a moment later, he withdrew, firmly pushing her back flat to the table with a smirk on his lips. Lifting her head and looking at him over her shoulder, Hermione's brow furrowed in confusion and disappointment, and Severus only swatted her bum sharply as he tipped a few drops of oil onto the flesh of her lower back.

"You wanted a massage, love, and that is what you shall have," he explained, his black eyes glinting devilishly.