WARNING: This chapter is to be read only by those of age to do so in their respective lands. Otherwise, read at your own risk and do not sue me for any repercussions.
They met with the force of a small thunderstorm. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her legs up around his own waist even as her hands rested on either side of his face, the palms warm and gentle as they stroked his cheeks and light stubble. The kiss was tender at first, full lips meeting thin ones and the slow entanglement of muscles, wet with saliva. But it grew with a pace all its own until it seemed like they were breathing out of each other's lungs. They broke the kiss only when he had to set her down on the table's edge, if only to yank off the soft leather slippers. They were a shade darker than the dress and seemed to mold themselves to her feet. The fingers that were so adept in graceful gesturing, ingredients-mixing, and wand wielding unfastened the garters with a speed that was almost feverish in its haste. He gave a sharp intake of breath as she fastened her hand around his more delicate parts, stroking and teasing in a manner that caused the silk of his pants to virtually tent. The underwear and stockings came off in a single movement and before any banter could be exchanged, he was inside her and the pleasure was beyond anything he had ever experienced. The general definition of such pleasure was the same every time but there was something about her that made him feel like it was always something different, that they never went through the same thing twice.
Ordinarily, he would have been cupping her lovely breasts in his hands right now, feeling those deliciously dark pink nipples swell and stiffen beneath his fingertips. But the bodice's material was too stiff and the gown itself was fastened by a set of laces that would be difficult to undo, much less retie. He would have to leave that treat for another time. But there was so much more available to him.
He met her demanding lips with his own and then lowered his mouth down the line of her pulse, nuzzling at her collarbones as she kissed the space around his ear, before nipping the lobe and tickling the skin-covered cartilage with her tongue. Their pelvic motions had stilled, waiting for the tension to build up on its own.
Gradually, her hands began kneading his back and his lips were joined by his teeth in laving the area just above her breasts. As if on command, both resumed thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and still faster as though this would join them into one body. The muted but unmistakable sounds of slick flesh on smooth skin that was growing slick as well only added to his arousal. While he had never asked her whether she was as stimulated by that as he was, her ardor was hardly diminishing.
However, though he was enjoying this immensely, his back was beginning to protest at being half-bent as it was. As she shattered around him, her cries echoing and reverberating around the room, he gently lifted her, still impaled, and leaned them both against the nearby wall. The inner walls of the chamber were paneled in obsidian and the pure whiteness of her hair made a lovely contrast to the translucent, dark stone. Her eyes were closed but as her head lolled against the smooth mineral panel, her eyelids lifted and when he saw the desire smoldering in her eyes, he lifted his hips and slammed them back into her. Her gasp only made him more determined and when she locked her arms around his neck, it was all he could do to keep from ramming into her like some stag in mid-rut. Somehow, he managed to keep it at a steady if quick pace and judging by the moans that poured like champagne on New Year's Eve, she was not exactly resisting his eagerness, either. But that was definite. If she had not wanted this, he would either have been unconscious or dead by now. As she was really the only woman he loved and adored, the only woman he really wanted to pay attention to and the only woman that could make him feel a millimeter tall by just a glance, he had observed that she was also a woman who did exactly what she wanted to do and if necessary, a notice would be left at a later time.
His climax almost hit him as a surprise. They clung to each other, panting, rather moist with sweat and other secretions. His silk pants would probably be ruined but he had several spares.
Using his shoulders as a balance, she separated from him and hopped down.
"I do not believe we've ever done that here before," she remarked, walking to the spot where he had so ruthlessly dropped her undergarments and replacing them on her body.
"Innovation is necessary for genius," he reminded her, frowning as he examined the broken clasp on his black velvet cloak. "Suffigo in auro!" He smiled as the clasp was replaced with one of a cobra in beaten gold.
"And they say women are elaborate in their clothing," she muttered.
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me," he said, bowing before rising back up to smile at her. She blushed but then pretended to shudder in horror before bestowing her own radiant grin upon him before looking quizzically at him as he frowned in worry.
"What is wrong?" she asked, an underlying note of anxiety in her otherwise calm tone.
"I forgot to do the protection spell," he said slowly and then looked at her as confusedly as she had looked at him only a few seconds ago when she laughed merrily.
"Dear, do you think I have not been worried about this as well? I did some research shortly after we grew closer in that way and I've been taking certain herbal infusions ever since."
"Trust a woman to keep her head."
"So says the woman who loves yours."
"Airelle!" he exclaimed.
"Snape!" she replied in the same tone, mocking him. "What, you cannot take your own medicine?"
"Apparently not," he said, laughing as he hugged her from behind before whispering, "But you have no idea how provocative you can sound..."
"No," she stated, emphasizing this with a firm jab at his arm. "Anymore of this and our clothing will be utterly ruined. This gown cost almost three hundred pounds and I, for one, would not like to see all of that go to waste."
"You do have a point," he said, smiling. She looked at him expectantly and he stared back and blinked as he tried to fathom what she meant by the look.
"Oh, all right, you always have a point."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
They met with the force of a small thunderstorm. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her legs up around his own waist even as her hands rested on either side of his face, the palms warm and gentle as they stroked his cheeks and light stubble. The kiss was tender at first, full lips meeting thin ones and the slow entanglement of muscles, wet with saliva. But it grew with a pace all its own until it seemed like they were breathing out of each other's lungs. They broke the kiss only when he had to set her down on the table's edge, if only to yank off the soft leather slippers. They were a shade darker than the dress and seemed to mold themselves to her feet. The fingers that were so adept in graceful gesturing, ingredients-mixing, and wand wielding unfastened the garters with a speed that was almost feverish in its haste. He gave a sharp intake of breath as she fastened her hand around his more delicate parts, stroking and teasing in a manner that caused the silk of his pants to virtually tent. The underwear and stockings came off in a single movement and before any banter could be exchanged, he was inside her and the pleasure was beyond anything he had ever experienced. The general definition of such pleasure was the same every time but there was something about her that made him feel like it was always something different, that they never went through the same thing twice.
Ordinarily, he would have been cupping her lovely breasts in his hands right now, feeling those deliciously dark pink nipples swell and stiffen beneath his fingertips. But the bodice's material was too stiff and the gown itself was fastened by a set of laces that would be difficult to undo, much less retie. He would have to leave that treat for another time. But there was so much more available to him.
He met her demanding lips with his own and then lowered his mouth down the line of her pulse, nuzzling at her collarbones as she kissed the space around his ear, before nipping the lobe and tickling the skin-covered cartilage with her tongue. Their pelvic motions had stilled, waiting for the tension to build up on its own.
Gradually, her hands began kneading his back and his lips were joined by his teeth in laving the area just above her breasts. As if on command, both resumed thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and still faster as though this would join them into one body. The muted but unmistakable sounds of slick flesh on smooth skin that was growing slick as well only added to his arousal. While he had never asked her whether she was as stimulated by that as he was, her ardor was hardly diminishing.
However, though he was enjoying this immensely, his back was beginning to protest at being half-bent as it was. As she shattered around him, her cries echoing and reverberating around the room, he gently lifted her, still impaled, and leaned them both against the nearby wall. The inner walls of the chamber were paneled in obsidian and the pure whiteness of her hair made a lovely contrast to the translucent, dark stone. Her eyes were closed but as her head lolled against the smooth mineral panel, her eyelids lifted and when he saw the desire smoldering in her eyes, he lifted his hips and slammed them back into her. Her gasp only made him more determined and when she locked her arms around his neck, it was all he could do to keep from ramming into her like some stag in mid-rut. Somehow, he managed to keep it at a steady if quick pace and judging by the moans that poured like champagne on New Year's Eve, she was not exactly resisting his eagerness, either. But that was definite. If she had not wanted this, he would either have been unconscious or dead by now. As she was really the only woman he loved and adored, the only woman he really wanted to pay attention to and the only woman that could make him feel a millimeter tall by just a glance, he had observed that she was also a woman who did exactly what she wanted to do and if necessary, a notice would be left at a later time.
His climax almost hit him as a surprise. They clung to each other, panting, rather moist with sweat and other secretions. His silk pants would probably be ruined but he had several spares.
Using his shoulders as a balance, she separated from him and hopped down.
"I do not believe we've ever done that here before," she remarked, walking to the spot where he had so ruthlessly dropped her undergarments and replacing them on her body.
"Innovation is necessary for genius," he reminded her, frowning as he examined the broken clasp on his black velvet cloak. "Suffigo in auro!" He smiled as the clasp was replaced with one of a cobra in beaten gold.
"And they say women are elaborate in their clothing," she muttered.
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me," he said, bowing before rising back up to smile at her. She blushed but then pretended to shudder in horror before bestowing her own radiant grin upon him before looking quizzically at him as he frowned in worry.
"What is wrong?" she asked, an underlying note of anxiety in her otherwise calm tone.
"I forgot to do the protection spell," he said slowly and then looked at her as confusedly as she had looked at him only a few seconds ago when she laughed merrily.
"Dear, do you think I have not been worried about this as well? I did some research shortly after we grew closer in that way and I've been taking certain herbal infusions ever since."
"Trust a woman to keep her head."
"So says the woman who loves yours."
"Airelle!" he exclaimed.
"Snape!" she replied in the same tone, mocking him. "What, you cannot take your own medicine?"
"Apparently not," he said, laughing as he hugged her from behind before whispering, "But you have no idea how provocative you can sound..."
"No," she stated, emphasizing this with a firm jab at his arm. "Anymore of this and our clothing will be utterly ruined. This gown cost almost three hundred pounds and I, for one, would not like to see all of that go to waste."
"You do have a point," he said, smiling. She looked at him expectantly and he stared back and blinked as he tried to fathom what she meant by the look.
"Oh, all right, you always have a point."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."