Had an insanely bad week. A friend of mine died on Wednesday and I've been really out of sorts since then.
On another note, what would you guys think about a prequel, about S and H's time in Paris months before?
"I'm so full I think I'm going to die," Hermione said as her companion helped her with her coat. "I ate with Ginny and Narcissa earlier. I was worried you'd be a prat and I was hungry."
"I ate a bowl of soup," replied Severus, buttoning his overcoat. "I wasn't sure you'd forgive me."
Smirking slightly, she let him open the door onto the street for her. "It was pretty awful, what you said."
He said nothing, but gently threaded her gloved hand through the crook of his elbow. The wind had died down, but it was still bitterly cold as they walked slowly through the nearly deserted streets of Paddington. "Would you like a drink?" he asked finally as they passed the Victoria Pub.
"I'm all right, if you are. It's only five at home," said Hermione, looking into the window at the warm, happy faces. She laughed. "I'd hate to get a reputation."
"You? A reputation?" he mocked, kissing her temple. "I'm terribly pleased that you don't- for drinking or otherwise. But you are quite skilled- drinking and otherwise."
Disengaging from his arm she darted her hand down, sliding the back of it along the buttons at the front of his coat and lower, to feel him straining at his trousers. "I think all the men I've been with would be afraid of what I'd do to them if they kissed and told."
Leaning down to whisper in her ear, his warm breath curling around the shell of it, he asked, "Shall I take you to Spinner's End? I'm not afraid of you."
On the street, in one of the biggest cities in the world, on the most public night of the week, Hermione began kissing her ex-professor for all she was worth. He responded, positioning his hands on either side of her jaw, tipping her head back for better access to her delightful mouth. Hermione had initiated the kiss, but Severus quickly took ownership, moving down her lips to kiss a line down her chin, the underside of her jaw and down her throat until he met the bones at the base of her neck, which he nipped and sucked enthusiastically.
Breaking away for air, she shook her head vigorously and answered, "No. I want you here."
Looking around, his eyes darkening appreciatively, he nodded and murmured, "As you command."
Was he really going to fuck her in the alley? It sure looked like it.
Grabbing Hermione by her upper arm and dragging her further down the alley between the Solicitor's office and the Victoria Pub, Hermione began to really believe that he was going to have her right then and there. She had nothing but bravado, but a trill of excitement and fear rent up her spine and she shivered. Severus let go of her and she felt the absence of his warmth immediately.
Notice-Me-Not. Muggle-Repelling. Cushioning. Warming.
Oh fuck, he was going to have her in the alley.
"Now," he commented, rather predatorily. "Where were we?"
Before she could come up with a smart remark, his mouth had crushed against hers, moving expertly and coaxing them to a pliancy. His tongue darted out and moistened Hermione's lips as his gloved hands came up to twine in her hair, pulling and twisting at the base of her neck.
"I've been waiting for this for so long," he said, tugging on her hair gently before releasing it only to close his fingers around hanks of it again.
Hermione giggled. "You've done this before."
"No," he purred, biting the top rim of her ear. "I've had dreams of your hair all around you for years."
Gasping as he kissed up the warm, white column of her throat, she replied, "Tell me."
Severus groaned, pushing her up against the brick wall, little crumbles of rock coming off underneath Hermione's fingers. "When we were in Paris and I knew you were asleep in the room next to me."
"Did you-" her words were cut off with a low moan as Severus pushed his hands up and under her carefully chosen red dress.
Using his wand, he ran it along the cleft of her sex, the feeling of magic penetrating her core. A gush of cold air flowed between her legs as Severus drew his wand away. "I trust you can duplicate another pair."
"I can," she whispered, letting his fingers replace his wand. They were cold and slick, not only from her arousal, but from the deliciously smooth leather of his gloves.
He touched, pinched and caressed up and down her folds, "Did I what?" he asked.
"Did y-you..." she mumbled, the leather rubbing artfully against her ever tightening bundle of nerves.
Abruptly, Severus stropped with his stroking, leaving her poised and ready to fall. "Did I..." he prodded.
"Did you...touch yourself? When I was asleep next door?" whimpered Hermione, so past propriety that she made eye contact with him just to watch him further arouse himself.
"Yes," he replied. "It was...necessary."
"Touch me again, Severus, please," Hermione begged. "Please."
He began moving his fingers again. "I couldn't work in the same room with you every day without some kind of... release."
Bucking against his gloved hand, she whispered. "I want to watch you. One day, I want you to make yourself come while I watch."
As he worked her harder, letting her come closer and closer, Severus bit his lip. "I shall accommodate."
"Please," she begged. "I want to- I want to-"
He prompted her again.
Letting go a frustrated cry, she yelled, "I want to come!"
Circling her clit steadily, listening to her breathing become more labored, Severus twisted her around so that her back was against his chest, his other hand coming up to stroke her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Her breathing sped up, then she held her breath, sped up, stopped, sped up and stopped until finally, shaking and crying out, she spilled against Severus' glove.
"Please, please," she whispered, close to breaking down. "I want you."
His fingers pressed into her thighs and he held her against him, letting her come down from her orgasm. When her shaking had subsided, he removed one hand, and brought it to his trouser fly, which he dropped, letting the pressure ease on his erection. Taking it in hand, he began to languorously stroke as Hermione began to realize that he was doing.
"Let me," Hermione choked, letting the tips of her fingers trail on his shaft. She fell to her knees, inching him back up against the wall and put her lips around his head. His hand kept a steady tempo, and Hermione slid her mouth up and down in time. After a few moments, she gently removed his hand, bringing it to the back of her head to grasp her hair.
Breathing deeply and stilling his hips with her palms, Hermione began to inch forward on his cock and slowly, slowly open her throat around him. When he was firmly lodged, and was so still Hermione almost laughed, she slid her tongue past her lips and licked a firm line between his balls. Severus' hand tightened in her hair, but he remained intensely still. When she had relaxed in this position, Hermione began to move up and down him, noisily and greedily sucking and taking him deep into her throat. Letting him go with a satisfying popping noise, she rocked back on her heels and looked up at her lover, her lips terribly red and swollen.
"Fuck, Pearl." he grunted, pulling her up and grasping her wrists to place on a window sill. "Hold on."
Hermione heard the sound of his gloves falling to the ground, and his hands, bare this time, came up her hips, sliding her dress even higher. Pushing her head down so that she was bent with her arms extended upward, Severus lined himself up at her entrance.
"You're so tight, Pearl," he whispered, dirty, into her ear as he strained. His rigid cock was removed, and moments later replaced by his tongue, his fingers digging into her flanks as he lapped at her from behind. Sucking both sides of her opening into his mouth and releasing, nipping gently at her engorged clitoris and tonguing the tight hole as well, Severus had her shaking furiously in moments.
Standing back up, he slid inside her with no problem this time, burying himself to the hilt in her slick warmth. Moving against her back, he slid his arms around her waist, holding the weight of her body and making sure her arms didn't get tired holding onto the window ledge. Severus' fingers grasped for purchase on the wool of her coat and fisted his hands inside, against the warmth of Hermione's belly.
"So good," Severus crooned, the zipper of his trousers snagging against her stockings. "I want to feel you again."
Hermione released her wand arm from the window sill and snaked it downward, pulling one of Severus' hands with her. Together, they caressed and descended further, Severus' long, elegant finger combining with one of Hermione's delicate ones before delving into her heat and following the strokes of his penis. "Fuck."
"I know," Hermione replied, her voice tight and hoarse as they worked in tandem. Closer and closer they pushed until Hermione was keening. Nudging upward, Severus dislodged his thumb and put the pad onto Hermione's most sensitive spot. Rubbing briskly, she convulsed, and went limp, bent forward at the waist, and let Severus push her over the edge, pulling him with her.
Breathe. Remember to breathe.
Severus kissed the back of her neck, letting her sag against his chest for a long moment after he pulled his pants back around his waist. Hermione giggled, and pulled down her dress after kissing the stubble on his jaw.
"How about that drink?" said Hermione shakily, her legs quaking and her ankles threatening to give way and dump her on her arse.
Throwing his head back, he laughed, really laughed, in the night air. "I think a drink would be in order, sweet."
Kissing her temple and helping her mend her tights, he put his arm about her shoulders and escorted her into the Victoria Pub.
"Ole Vicky wouldn't be so pleased at what we've just done, would she?" Hermione commented, slipping into the warmth of the pub. Making their way to the end of the bar with Severus' hand resting possessively on the small of her back, they pushed through the throngs of people.
After ordering them both shots of vodka, he leaned down to tell her, "She had eight or nine children, I believe. I think she would heartily approve of what just occurred."
She hoisted herself up onto the padded leather bar stool with Severus' help, and he stood behind her, letting her lean her back into his chest. He smelled of his glorious smell: the same that she had thought of so often.
"What shall we toast to? It's not really the new year tonight, but we're celebrating it." Hermione asked, almost flirtatiously.
Severus thought for a moment, his vodka warming in his hand. "To 2001, then" he said succinctly.
"The world didn't end last year and it won't end this year," Hermione replied, holding up her tiny glass of clear liquid. Severus nodded gravely, clinking the edge of his glass against Hermione's.
"To 2001," he whispered, making eye contact with Hermione as the glasses were pulled slowly to their lips. They tipped their heads back sharply, letting the vodka slide down their throats and burn its way to their bellies.
Coughing a little, Hermione covered Severus' mouth with her own. "It's going to be better this year."
"You sound so sure," he replied, their foreheads still touching.
She kissed him again. "I am sure. It can't get worse."
"So, false optimism," said Severus, brushing his lips across hers again. "Even if you're at the bottom, its easier to climb out than to dig to China."
"Exactly," she replied, the vodka and sex making her effervescent and dangerous feeling. "We're going to beat the shit out of Riddle."
"Right you are," Severus agreed. "Another round?"
Hermione nodded her head, "If you insist. But we need to get back in time for dinner. Fleur has promised profiteroles."
"I cannot resist pastries," said Severus drolly. "And haven't you eaten enough today?"
Pretending to look enraged, Hermione sunk her teeth into his bicep. Severus let out a surprised howl of pain and rubbed at the bite through his coat. "I have a very fast metabolism, I'll have you know."
He kissed her soundly, on the mouth, in full view of the public. "You taste good," he mumbled.
"Will I get a kiss at midnight?" Hermione asked coyly, batting her lashes up at Severus and twining her left hand into his.
Severus gave her what she classified as a look. "I should think not. Its not actually New Year's, Pearl. They're just playing at it because you were unconscious during the real New Year's."
"Not even a little one?" she asked, tracing her finger over the grain in the bar top.
Scowling, he answered. "Possible. If you're good."
"Have I been good tonight?"
He looked her up and down. "What is your middle name? I should like to use it when I'm irritated at you."
Hermione was unable to resist the urge to stick her tongue out at him before answering. "Jean."
"Who was Jean?" he asked, motioning to the bartender for another drink. "Have another."
Quickly, two more little glasses of vodka were put in front of them. "My Godmother. What's yours?"
He pressed one of the glasses into her palm, tapped his against hers and let the vodka slide down his throat. He took it as if it were water and answered, "Julien. After my mother's father."
"Severus Julien..." Hermione said, trying it out, letting it fall over her teeth and into the air. "I quite like it. Julien is the name of the(or a) man with an earring."
Scoffing he replied, "You'll never let me forget that I've told you that, shall you?"
"No."
"Please?" asked Severus rather nicely. "I'll give you sexual favors in return."
"I rather think so anyhow," replied Hermione neatly, getting up from her bar stool. She took her glass and knocked it back with almost as much ease as Severus had. After laying a few quid on the bar, she took his hand and nearly jerked him back out into the street. "I want after- sex profiteroles. Now."