Challenge # 33:  Page 394      Snape tells someone to turn to page 394 in a book…who and what they find there is up to you.

Title: Trivial Pursuit

Rating: R

Pairing: MM/SS

Trivial Pursuit

Severus dropped the book in her lap.  "Turn to page 394.  All the pertinent information is there."

Minerva picked up the book of Quidditch rules and frowned.  Then she turned to the front of the book and looked at the publication data.  "Severus.  This book is ancient!  These rules were superceded a hundred years ago."

He shrugged and sat down across from her.  "Your point is?  You asked where it said that blocking in this manner was permissible.  You said," he stressed the word sharply, "that you'd take any printed set of rules as proof.  Well there are your rules.  Are you now backing off because you're running out of garments to hide behind?"  He smirked at her.

She blushed and ran a nervous hand along the hem of the thin shift that she wore.  "No…of course not."

Severus relaxed back into his chair and took a sip from his wine glass as he raised an eyebrow and made a hurrying gesture with his hand.

"Well then, I win the point.  Your turn to remove a garment.  You really have no cause to complain here, Minerva.  Women have an unfair advantage at this game in the first place as they seem to wear far more items of clothing than men do.

She set the rulebook aside and stood up, then frowned down at him.  "Not more than you do, my dear.  You've always more than been able to match me item for item every time we've played this game."

He shrugged and took another sip from his glass.  "If you say so.  Now, no more stalling.  That garment hinders my view, Minerva…please remove it…now."

She pressed her lips together primly and grasped the hem of the shift.  Then she slowly began to raise it up and over her body, pausing just as she got to her bosom.  "Do hairpins count in this game?  I've forgotten."

He chuckled and shook his head as he set his glass aside and leaned closer to her.  "Nice try.  If cufflinks don't count then hairpins most certainly do not."

"Oh all right," she murmured softly and pulled the shift over her head leaving her with nothing to clothe her body with but a pair of silk stockings and a very brief pair of lace and silk panties.  She turned away from him momentarily to drape the shift over the back of her chair.  When she turned back again, she discovered that he'd left his chair and was standing so closely that she could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin as it was almost touching her own. 

His hand reached out to caress the full orb of soft pale flesh that beckoned to his tingling fingers.  Just as he was about to make contact, she brought her hand down on top of his in a stinging slap.

"Sorry, Severus…no touching until someone wins this silly game and their "opponent" is completely naked.  In case you didn't notice…I still have three items left to remove."

"Oh I noticed," he murmured softly.  The unique timbre of his voice caused her nipples to harden as he watched in fascination.

She cleared her throat and attempted to continue.  "It's your turn to ask a question."

"Right…"  His eyes continued to caress her body following a pattern that his fingers were aching to mimic.

"You know…you could speed up the process by simply asking a question that you know that I can answer since you're down to one final garment yourself."  Her voice trailed off hopefully as her eyes focused on the pair of boxers that he wore and its rather large tented front.

He raised an eyebrow and brought his eyes up to stare into hers.  "Well…I had considered that, of course, but it hardly seemed like the proper thing to simply let you win…besides, you Gryffindors are all about honour…surely such a spurious triumph would be frowned upon.  I wouldn't want to prevent you from satisfying your thirst for honest victory."

Minerva smiled and casually ran a hand down over her own body gently caressing her breasts and letting her fingertips drift down over the slight swell of her stomach to trace lightly along the band of her panties.  "Actually I'm a bit more interested in satisfying something other than my sense of honour at the moment."

Tension crackled in the air between them for a brief moment as they stared hungrily into each other's eyes.  Then Severus broke the silence sharply with his question.

"What colour are the sheets on my bed?"

"White," she answered firmly.

The boxers fell to the floor abruptly and he stepped up and embraced her eagerly.  "You win," he breathed against her lips before kissing her passionately, his firm body pressed hungrily to her own.

"Would you like to check and see if my answer to that last question is correct?" she gasped as his lips moved off and down along her throat.  "It might've changed in the last hour or so after all."

With a smirk, Severus swept her up into his arms and headed off to the bedroom.  "By all means…you can't be too careful with Gryffindors.  Sometimes they cheat."

"Only in a good cause, Severus…only in a good cause."