Author's Note: This is the three-chaptered Sequel to "A Sweet Flirtation", if you haven't read that one. I suppose that you could totally read this without it, but why would you pass up the sexy smutty romp of A Sweet Flirtation?
As per the norm, this is smut so please be of age and I, of course, don't own the characters or world...
A Sweet Triumph
It had started, Hermione reflected, as a fling. Then a mutually-passionate relationship. Then a joke.
Three months after her rather explosive beginning with Severus Snape, Hermione had had the man tied to her narrow bed with ropes and had been making him make all sorts of interesting noises when she had slipped her lips from his cock with an audible pop.
He had whimpered, glaring down at her, his cheat sweaty and heaving.
"Severus?" Hermione had said questioningly. "We should move in together."
"Fine," was the snapped reply, accompanied by an impatient thrusting of his hips.
And that was that. Hermione had pleasured him into a screaming orgasm that still made her hands tremble to think about, and he had reciprocated as soon as his legs had gone back to functioning.
A few weeks of home-hunting and they had found a nice house with a shed, a spare bedroom, a yard for ingredient-growing and Crooks to chase gnomes in, space for a library, and a basement (he had quite the naughty toy collection, it turned out, to Hermione's pleasure and his), and they had moved in. He had even insisted on keeping her narrow twin bed for its...uses.
Days were spent at work, taking lunch together when their schedules allowed, and nights were spent at home. They talked, did arithmantic and logic puzzles, brewed a bit, cooked, and of course spent an inordinate amount of time naked.
Ron and Harry had even taken their relationship with good grace: disbelief, a hint of disgust, and finally a resignation that it was what it was and please could Snape not visit her at work during lunch they hadn't needed to see that thank you very much.
And they never asked why she always wore perfume that made her smell like cake or cookies.
Smart boys, sometimes.
A mere four months ago, Harry had been telling Hermione about the annoyances of wedding-planning. He had mentioned cake, not knowing of Severus's sweet tooth or that the man was within earshot.
No sooner had Harry left their home than Severus had appeared in the doorway with a container of his own vanilla honey buttercream leftover from last week's cake and one of the wickedest looks in his repertoire.
"Wedding planning doesn't seem to suit Potter much," he had said slowly before dipping one long finger into the frosting and laving the digit clean. Hermione had licked her lips reflexively.
"I'm told it's fairly complicated," Hermione remembered saying. Then the topic had turned to why, and as she had listed the annoyance of cake-testing, Severus had crossed the room to her and offered her a finger of frosting.
"They give you samples of all of their cake?" He'd purred, letting her suck the sweetness from his skin. "We should plan a faux wedding of our own, perhaps. Take advantage of such an offer."
They had laughed, kissed, and then set about over a thousand cake-tasting appointments.
Apparently Severus rather liked the bit of pudge she was developing, and she still clung to his slight love handles as he fucked her into the mattress and other various surfaces.
But it had been a joke. A lark. A ploy for free exquisitely-crafted cakes with little to no effort on their part.
Their first tastings had been at Muggle shops. At each they had sat close together, knee to knee, hands clasped and making up details of a wedding that didn't exist. They hadn't dared to venture into the Wizarding world in order to avoid the papers' notice.
Each trip or appointment found the two of them at home, his face buried in her cunt until she trembled and begged. He licked her to orgasm after orgasm, turned her legs to jelly. She would push him down, straddle his hips, and tease his cock before fucking him mercilessly.
The taste of frosting would linger on their lips between deep kisses, some occasionally smuggled out from cake shops and smeared places it probably shouldn't go.
To say that they made liberal use of Cleansing Charms was putting it mildly.
All in all, it was utterly enjoyable for them to indulge the urge for wedding cake.
Right until Potter's actual wedding.
Severus stood in a dark corner with a plate of cake, waiting for the bridge and groom to take the first bite so he could partake himself. Hermione shook her head, amused.
"Molly made it," Hermione said quietly. Her lover quirked an eyebrow at her attempt to distract him.
"Obviously."
She smiled and cheered appropriately when Ginny and Harry took their first bites. Next to her, there was the sound of cutlery on china, and then Severus groaned aloud, the deep sound rolling over her. She looked up at him, surprised.
His eyes were closed, his head tilted back. Really, the man was a bit of a hedonist in private, even in the scant bit provided by the corner. Slowly, his eyes opened, dark and intense.
"Taste it," he urged, another bite on his fork and held out to her. She obliged him, holding his gaze as her lips closed over the fork.
Oh, Merlin. It was good!
"That's the best cake yet," Hermione whispered when she had swallowed. Severus bent and kissed the decadent chocolate frosting from the corner of her mouth, his hair, slightly greasy despite the fact she knew he had washed it less than two hours ago, fell forward curtained his actions from prying eyes.
"I agree," he murmured, kissing her jaw to her ear. "It must be magic. Much like yourself." She could smell the chocolate on his breath and was a little ashamed to admit that it turned her on. His teeth sank into her lobe and she whimpered, nearly dropping her cake. Severus pulled back. "Finish your cake, Hermione."
She knew that look, and would have complied as quickly as possible in order to find a more private corner and take advantage of his heated gaze, but the cake was simply too good. She savoured each bite, a foreplay in eating. Severus licked the tines of his fork, leaving chocolate streaks melting on his hot tongue. In reply, Hermione let the frosting colour her lips. His nostrils flared and they taunted each other with exchanged bites, lips and tongues caressing the moist cake.
Finally, the last morsel was scraped away, the plates Banished to the nearest table, and Severus bent with a growl to kiss the chocolate from her lips.
"Not here," she moaned between kisses, fingers digging into his formal robes. "Severus..."
He gave her a hard kiss and pulled away. Taking her hand, they threaded their way through the merrymakers, making small talk as they passed to mask the urgency building in their veins. Hermione stopped as she saw the kitchen door of the Burrow occupied by a trio of men she didn't recognize laughing and drinking.
Severus cursed under his breath and instead dragged her into the shadows of Arthur's shed. With a quiet laugh, Hermione used her weight to push him into the side of the shed with a thump. She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, swallowing his moan.
Pressed this close to him, she took shameless advantage of the fact that she could feel the hard length of his cock through his robes and rubbed against him. Severus cupped her arse, grinding into her.
"Be quick," he said breathlessly. Hermione nodded, tugging at the line of tiny buttons on his trousers. "Good girl... I don't think I can wait any longer..."
That was a lie and they both knew it. No matter how desperate they grew, they always managed to slow themselves down and ensure the other was pleasured as well.
Hermione freed his cock from his confines of his clothing just as she bit his neck; his moan reverberated through her body and made her even wetter. Severus lifted her dress enough for his fingers to seek her cunt, delving deep. She whimpered, clenching her muscles around him. She loved this.
"I want to lick that frosting off your cock," she whispered, her voice rough as he found both her clit and the spongy place inside. Severus gave her a scorching kiss, working her higher despite their awkward position. Hermione panted and moaned, stroking his cock and kissing and nipping at his neck as it grew harder to think of all the deliciously naughty things she wanted to do with him. "Close! Severus, I'm so close..."
His fingers left her bereft and she felt the tingle of his magic: a levitation charm. Eagerly, she wound her arms around his neck and he lifted her easily, leaning against the shed wall for support. With almost agonising slowness he lowered her over the thick heat of his cock, and they groaned in unison.
"Yessssss," he hissed in a ragged tone. "That's it...I'm going to fuck you, Hermione, until it drips from you..."
She swore quietly, moving with his strokes as her teeth sank into her lip. Neither of them had cast any privacy charms.
"I want to strip you naked and bend you over the kitchen table," he muttered in her ear. "I'll slather you with frosting and lick it from your skin before I spank your arse cherry red." His silken voice flowed over her nerves as he panted, his thrusts going deeper and becoming rougher. "When we get home, I'm going to tie you to your old bed and lick your sweet cunt. I'll make you beg for it, Hermione, beg for me to let you come..."
"Severus," she moaned. His rhythm was steady and she needed more. "Please..."
"Always," he groaned. "I'll always please you."
One of the hands on her arse shifted and she inhaled sharply as one long finger found its way into her arse. "Fuck, please...!"
"Good girl," he whispered again, and paused in his thrusting to collapse to the ground with her in his lap. They both shifted until they found the right angle, moving together a little less awkwardly. "Better; there, Hermione, that's it...ride my cock..."
She nodded vigourously, his length pistoning in and out of her with his finger working in counterpoint. It was quickly becoming too much and she bent to kiss him, both of them panting and working themselves into a frenzy. The far-off sounds of the wedding kept the thought for silence in her head and when she began to whimper, growing lightheaded as her toes curled, she buried her face in his shoulder, sinking her teeth into his shoulder with a muffled cry.
Severus inhaled sharply as he sped up and followed her orgasm a few heartbeats later with one of his own, thrusting gently through the aftermath.
Hermione sat crumpled against him as she fought for breath, and he pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple, heedless of the way her frizzy hair was surely tickling his prodigious nose. She hummed happily in response, kissing where she had bitten only moments earlier.
They listened to the tinkle of music and far-off murmur of conversation, carefully extricating themselves and casting the necessary charms. Severus was first to his feet, extending a gracious hand to her. She took it with a smile.
"Are you going to do all that when we get home?" she asked, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Hermione brushed a stray blade of grass from her skirt.
"Perhaps," he replied as they strolled slowly towards the festivities as though they had been doing so the entire time. "If..."
She took the bait. "'If'?"
"If you will look at Wizarding bakeries with me."
Hermione laughed. "Of course I will!"