They appeared in the sitting room and he immediately pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. He put his arms around her, dragging his hands across the exposed skin of her back.

"I like this dress," he said against her mouth, then kissed her again, sucking her bottom lip and nipping it playfully.

"Mm. I wore it on my birthday," she said, then gasped as he trailed kisses along her jaw.

"I remember," he murmured, kissing his way to her ear then inhaling deeply. "You smell good."

She chuckled softly and squirmed as he traced her ear with his lips.

"That tickles," she said, trying to pull away but he held her tightly. He repeated the action then nipped her earlobe.

"Mm," she said, pressing herself against him but still squirming. "Did you – did you think I was hot on my birthday? When you took me out to dinner?"

"Hmm...yes," he said and kissed her neck in a spot that made her toes curl. "It was very unexpected."

"What was?" she asked, gasping as he sucked the spot.

"Finding you attractive," he answered with his lips against her skin.

"Was that the first time you-"

"Shh," he said, moving to recapture her lips with his.

Freddie forgot her train of thought as he kissed her possessively. His hands roamed her back, down to her ass. He squeezed it, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her. She could feel his cock against her, straining against the fabric of his pants.

She grasped his hips, wanting to reach between them and free his cock but she didn't want to break the kiss to ask permission.

Do it, said his voice in her head.

You're in my head, she thought, surprised, but too pleased to have permission to touch to be mad.

I'm always in your head, he responded as she unbuttoned his pants. I find mind games – ah!

He severed the connection between them as she took his cock in her hands. He gasped into the kiss, then moved his hands up to bury them in her hair while he kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and pushed her down. She went to her knees willingly and quickly took him into her mouth. She sucked, taking him deep into her throat. He tightened his grip in her hair and took a staggering step backwards. His cock fell from her mouth and she looked up questioningly.

"I cannot- cannot stand while you do that," he said and took a few steps back to sit on the couch. "Come here."

She crawled to him and nestled herself between his legs. She looked up at him with a smile, then gave him a lick without breaking eye contact. He inhaled sharply then let out a soft growl as she put her lips over the head of his cock. She chuckled as she opened her mouth to take him deeper.

"Good girl," he said, stroking her head as she went farther down his shaft. She hummed pleasantly and felt his cock twitch at the sensation it created.

She continued slowly, licking and humming since he seemed to like it.

"Faster," he growled at her. She ignored him and he grabbed her head, forcing her to move how he wanted. She didn't mind and opened her mouth wider as he forced her up and down. She tasted his cum right before he pulled her off. She experienced a second of confusion before he exploded over her face. She quickly closed her eyes as she felt the warm liquid splatter across her face. He wiped the head of his cock against her lips and she licked it clean.

He let out a satisfied grunt and released her. She rocked back on her heels and blinked up at him. He looked unusually relaxed and he was smirking at her.

"They should have taken your picture like that," he said with a faint sneer.

"Hmm," she said, maneuvering herself back between his legs and looking up at him. "I'm sure Mr Creevey would have enjoyed that."

His eyes darkened and his face hardened slightly.

"He was leering at you," he said in a low voice.

"He said he liked my dress," she said.

"Not as much as I do," he said, pulling her up into his lap. "And I am the only one who gets to see what is underneath it."

He let out a soft growl and kissed her neck. He nipped and sucked along the skin of her throat, no doubt leaving new marks across her neck to replace the ones he'd healed earlier. She was impressed with how quickly he had learned all of the spots that would turn her into a quivering puddle of lust, spots she hadn't even known existed before him.

He pulled her dressed up, bunching it around her waist. He slipped his thumb beneath the waistband of her red panties, then pulled back to look at her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered, teasing her by tugging on her panties.

"Yes," she said, panting slightly and grinding herself against his hardening cock.

"Yes what?"

"Yes please, yes sir, please."

"Tell me why you were blushing earlier."

"W-what?"

"Tell me why you were blushing earlier in your bedroom."

"W- I don't remember."

"You do remember," he said, holding her tightly as she made a half-hearted effort to pull away from him.

"It's stupid," she said, shaking her head. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I do."

"Why?"

"Because it embarrasses you."

"And you like embarrassing me?"

"Tell me," he said, smacking her ass lightly.

"Umm..."

"Tell me. Or do you want a spanking?"

She hesitated, kind of wanting the spanking but also knowing it would hurt. He smacked her ass harder and she yelped. It hurt even more than she expected because of the bruises from yesterday.

"Tell me," he said. "If you want me to fuck you. You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want to cum?"

His voice was a sultry purr and she quivered slightly, clenching her thighs together.

"Y-yes sir," she said and he smacked her hard again. "Okay, okay. I'll tell you. I was embarrassed because...because I needed to shave my legs but you were watching."

He grinned at her and ran his hands along her smooth legs.

"I told you it was silly," she mumbled.

"How far up did you shave I wonder," he said, his hands trailing up the back of her thighs. "Stand up."

She groaned but climbed off his lap reluctantly.

"I told you what you wanted to know, you're supposed to fuck me," she said, pouting slightly.

"In due time," he said calmly. "I like seeing you pout."

She scowled and crossed her arms, causing him to smirk.

"Take off your pretty little dress," he said. "Slowly."

Freddie found her fingers were trembling as she reached for the straps on her dress. She wanted it now, wanted it fast and dirty and hard, and she didn't want to wait.

Four years of waiting, a few more minutes of anticipation won't kill me, she told herself as she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

She forced herself to move slowly as she pulled the dress down, revealing her bra-clad breasts, then her stomach, then finally shimmied out of it the rest of the way, the fabric pooling around her feet. She looked to Snape to see him watching her with an intense gaze. She waited for him to tell her to take off her panties and bra but he didn't, he just looked at her.

"See anything you like, sir?" she purred, clasping her hands behind her back.

"Many things," he responded. He pulled out his wand and gave it a quick flick. Freddie felt a rush of cool air as her underwear vanished.

"Wh- hey!" she protested, feeling her face flush.

"Have you ever shaved the hair between your legs?"

"Uh...yeah, I have before," she said, blushing harder. "I wasn't sure if you would...I mean, the first time I wasn't exactly...expecting it and I didn't have time to...prepare or anything."

"Prepare?" he repeated with a smirk. "And how would you have prepared?"

"I, uh, would've shaved...everything," she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Do it now."

"R-right now?" she asked nervously.

His smirk grew wider.

"Yes," he said. "Do it now. I want to watch."

"Of course you do," she said with a sigh, then she had a thought. "Wait, I can't do it now. Not here. I don't have a mirror."

He picked up his wand and cast a charm which produced a reflective surface from the tip of his wand. Freddie jumped slightly at seeing her own naked reflection. Her pale frame, her breasts still covered by her bra. Her face shiny from the cum drying on her face.

Let's just get it over with, she thought, retrieving her wand from her dress. He wants to watch me shave. Fine. Let him watch. I won't let it bother me.

Freddie employed her Occlumency while she made quick work of the hair between her legs. She let herself feel nothing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of embarrassing her...but she couldn't do anything about the blush on her cheeks.

"Your progress with Occlumency is quite impressive," he said as she finished. "Although I never intended for you to use it against me."

"Sorry sir," she said, even though she wasn't.

He chuckled softly and tossed his wand aside. He beckoned her closer and she approached him anxiously, wondering if she'd be punished for using Occlumency against him.

I just want to be fucked, she thought, clenching her thighs together, feeling her arousal trickle down her thighs. She felt even more bare and exposed than she had before.

"I think you've been tortured enough for now," he said, standing up. "Let's go upstairs."

Author's Note: So I got a bit lazy here and didn't finish the sex scene (don't worry there are plenty more to come). I needed to skip ahead a bit to make progress on the story.