Title: Playing With Food
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #49, Heart
Word Count: 460
Summary: Severus makes Hermione into his newest favorite dessert.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all things Potter; I'm only kidnapping them for a bit of fun.
"Severus, that's cold!" Hermione tried not to squirm beneath the chocolate syrup being drizzled over the bare flesh of her stomach, a cool comparison to the heated temperature of her flesh after all of Severus's teasing. Not that squirming could do her much good with her wrists and ankles bound as they were to the corner posts of the bed. Above her, the dark-haired wizard only smirked in response, continuing to focus on the designs he was creating with the liquid chocolate.
When the syrup dipped into her navel, she gasped, receiving a sharp smack against one of her breasts from Severus. "Hold still, witch," he reprimanded, although neither his tone nor his expression were disapproving. His dark eyes focused on the equally dark chocolate and the contrast it made against Hermione's sun-kissed skin.
Gently biting her lower lip, she did her best to remain still as her husband tipped the bottle over her stomach again. What had started as a playful suggestion over a glass of wine after dinner had resulted in Severus half dragging her to their bedroom less than ten minutes later. Now, Hermione had been bound to their bed for nearly half an hour. When Severus finally set the bottle aside on their nightstand, Hermione lifted her head from the pillow beneath to look at what he'd been so focused on.
Covering her bare flesh was a series of small hearts in the chocolate, and Hermione glanced back up at Severus's face and raised one eyebrow. "Interesting choice," she said, watching as he took a sip from the glass of wine he had brought up from the kitchen along with the chocolate.
"It seemed appropriate," Severus replied, replacing the glass to the bedside stand before dipping his head towards Hermione's stomach. His tongue darted out to trace one of the hearts near her breasts, brushing against the mound of flesh and eliciting a quiet inhale of breath from his wife. A moment later, he shifted over her and pressed a hungry kiss against her mouth. When her lips parted beneath his, he deepened it, devouring her mouth and savoring the moan that Hermione let out in response.
She could taste the chocolate from the heart he had licked from her skin on his tongue, mixed with the undertone of cherry from the wine. There was no helping the whimper of disappointment when Severus pulled away again, which only made him smirk knowingly down at her. "Patience, love," he murmured, shifting his position between her legs to lay between them, "the clean-up is the best part." His lips and tongue brushed against Hermione's chocolate-covered flesh again, and she bit her lip a second time to keep from moaning at the contact.