A/N: Thanks to my eleven reviewers on my last chapter! This chapter is dedicated to Andromeda Wind! And my loving pain in the ass sister..... lol j/k I love you.....
Pheonixlady: tell the puter I said behave!!!
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Even Dreams Lie
By Akasha Ravensong
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Chapter Twelve: More then Wanted
I had no idea how I was going to be able to manage eating with the dragons in my stomach doing summersaults like they were. I had never been so nervous in my entire life. Not even on the day of final exams during my school days. Severus looked so handsome in his black pants, and black silk dress top. I almost melted in the spot that I stood in. Goddess Damn it he was sexy as hell.
Severus led me up a spiral staircase to a room lit by candlelight. The scent of cinnamon, cloves, and pumpkin wafted through my nostrils from the candles. When my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I gasped. The room was enchanted to look like the upper tower of the castle. You could look all around you over the edge of the stone at the grounds below. It was so real looking, and the only reason I could tell it was an enchantment was the warmth of the room. It was quite crisp outside, being so close to Samhain.
The stars were so beautiful and I smiled at Severus. Who knew that the seemingly cold-hearted Slytherin could be so romantic. I wondered if the room was always like this or if he had done it specifically for the evening. In the center of the room was a small table-for-two with a small bud vase containing a single blood red rose, a fern, and some baby's breath. I turned to him, and smiled warmly.
"This is absolutely fantastic Severus." I leaned up and kissed his cheek gently. "you didn't have to go through all of this trouble for me."
"Hermione, my dear, for you it is absolutely nothing." He led me to the table and pulled out the chair for me, and then sat across from me. "Shall we?" When I nodded he clapped and the food appeared on the tables.
I gasped at the food, it was absolutely wonderful looking, and it melted in my mouth when I tasted it. Garlic and rosemary lamb chops, roasted corn on the cob, and herb roasted red potatoes. One the side was some homemade sweet bread and French onion soup. I sipped the red wine in the glass before me; I was in heaven.
"Severus this food is divine."
"Thank-you. I made it myself."
I couldn't help it. I choked on my wine and nearly spit it out all over him in surprise.
"Well, I see how it is. I didn't exactly try to poison you Miss Granger." He smiled. 'The muggle way and everything."
"No its not that," I said as I wiped my mouth off. "I just didn't think of you as one who would enjoy cooking."
"And what type did you figure me to be Hermione?"
"Hmm...until recently? An old Scrooge who hates children but decided what the hell I might as well teach anyway. I can go on but I assure you it gets less and less flattering with every word and I wouldn't want to spoil the evening."
"Indeed."
"You know...you really should do something about that..."
"About what?"
"When you start to get aggravated your mouth twitches I the corner as if you were about to smile maniacally and lunge for the nearest throat and rip them open for the hell of it." I paused to sample another savory morsel of food. "You really show your emotions plain as if they were written on your face. You're getting old, man, what would the Slytherins think of their head if they saw him like this."
"Actually, they would be proud of me. Violent anger is quite acceptable for my house."
"Indeed. And what would they say to you having dinner with a Gryffindor, and the friend of the infamous Harry Potter on top of that."
"I'll let you wonder. And then perhaps I'll pretend that I care."
"Indeed."
The pleasant banter continued on for much of the night. We found that we had a lot in common and I quite enjoyed myself. The drinks automatically filled themselves as soon as the glass was emptied, and would change to a different beverage if you asked. My cheeks began to heat up and I knew I was reaching my limit. Severus' drink had been untouched for quite a while.
I knew I was pleasantly plastered. But I wasn't exactly drunk at the same time. I was very aware of myself and I knew that I wasn't acting drunk either. A little louder then usual perhaps but that was it. If anything, the alcohol made me more myself, and I was more aware of things that I might have overlooked if I had been sober.
We moved downstairs to his living room and I magicked a muggle television into the rooms. I changed my clothes into something much more comfortable, as it was very late in the evening, as did he. Both of us were now in T shirts and jeans. I was showing him the wonders of muggle entertainment when I began absentmindedly rubbing his scalp, massaging it with my fingers and nails. A deep growl emanated from his throat and I smiled mischievously.
"You like that, Severus?"
All he could do was nod, and he turned around and placed his head in my lap. I gently continued the massage for several minutes, teasing him mercilessly. My nails grazed the sides of his jaw, and traced the contours of his skull. Feather light strokes on the edge of his ears... I instinctively traced the super sensitive energy patterns that covered his body, knowing exactly where to place my hands to provoke the strongest reaction from him. Ever so gently my hands kissed his face, relaxing him and tormenting in one swift, tender, movement.
When my hands moved to the sides of his neck he moaned again and sounded as if I was strangling him.
I jumped.
"No, Don't stop..."
"Great Goddess that was a good noise?"
I continued my massage for what seemed like hours. Over that time his shirt had lifted up at the back of his neck and I could see the skin of his back. It beckoned to me and I felt a stirring in my heart and my groin. I couldn't help myself. I reached beneath it and dragged my nails up his spine. More strangled moans/groans forced their way from his parted lips.
"Whatever you want from me I swear its yours..."
"How about you return the favor of a back massage, I have back problems and it's killing me."
"No Problem, lay down."
I did so and he sat on my ass and leaned over me, teasing me in much the same way that I had him, only I couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose. Severus kept hitting the nerves that made me jump, causing my hips to rock up into him. Which was causing quite the effect I imagined, considering how and where he was sitting.
"You sure do move around a lot." He said in a breathy voice.
"You keep hitting the right spots that make me jump..." I felt him gulp at the hidden sexual meaning. "You know, the nerves and such."
He ran his hands up my sides and I unconsciously lifted my stomach so he could touch my breasts, which were aching for him. But he didn't touch me. I moaned softly, but I knew that he had heard me from his sharp intake of breath. His next stroke was up my back and down my shoulders. When he reached my hands I clasped his hands gently, not wanting to let go. I was so turned on it wasn't funny.
In understanding he lay down on my back, not pressing his full weight into me and held me gently, his cheek on mine.
My voice was barely a whisper. "You can stop now if you want."
He didn't comment. He just rolled over. Together we lay on our backs on the softly cushioned rug. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Thank-you for the massage, That was wonderful."
I didn't know who moved first but his mouth was suddenly on mine and we were kissing each other gently.
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Author's Note: hahaha!! I'm evil and I know it. What a place to stop. Well I have the next chapter almost finished and I'll be updating probably by the end of this week or before! Read and Review please!
Pheonixlady: tell the puter I said behave!!!
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Even Dreams Lie
By Akasha Ravensong
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Chapter Twelve: More then Wanted
I had no idea how I was going to be able to manage eating with the dragons in my stomach doing summersaults like they were. I had never been so nervous in my entire life. Not even on the day of final exams during my school days. Severus looked so handsome in his black pants, and black silk dress top. I almost melted in the spot that I stood in. Goddess Damn it he was sexy as hell.
Severus led me up a spiral staircase to a room lit by candlelight. The scent of cinnamon, cloves, and pumpkin wafted through my nostrils from the candles. When my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I gasped. The room was enchanted to look like the upper tower of the castle. You could look all around you over the edge of the stone at the grounds below. It was so real looking, and the only reason I could tell it was an enchantment was the warmth of the room. It was quite crisp outside, being so close to Samhain.
The stars were so beautiful and I smiled at Severus. Who knew that the seemingly cold-hearted Slytherin could be so romantic. I wondered if the room was always like this or if he had done it specifically for the evening. In the center of the room was a small table-for-two with a small bud vase containing a single blood red rose, a fern, and some baby's breath. I turned to him, and smiled warmly.
"This is absolutely fantastic Severus." I leaned up and kissed his cheek gently. "you didn't have to go through all of this trouble for me."
"Hermione, my dear, for you it is absolutely nothing." He led me to the table and pulled out the chair for me, and then sat across from me. "Shall we?" When I nodded he clapped and the food appeared on the tables.
I gasped at the food, it was absolutely wonderful looking, and it melted in my mouth when I tasted it. Garlic and rosemary lamb chops, roasted corn on the cob, and herb roasted red potatoes. One the side was some homemade sweet bread and French onion soup. I sipped the red wine in the glass before me; I was in heaven.
"Severus this food is divine."
"Thank-you. I made it myself."
I couldn't help it. I choked on my wine and nearly spit it out all over him in surprise.
"Well, I see how it is. I didn't exactly try to poison you Miss Granger." He smiled. 'The muggle way and everything."
"No its not that," I said as I wiped my mouth off. "I just didn't think of you as one who would enjoy cooking."
"And what type did you figure me to be Hermione?"
"Hmm...until recently? An old Scrooge who hates children but decided what the hell I might as well teach anyway. I can go on but I assure you it gets less and less flattering with every word and I wouldn't want to spoil the evening."
"Indeed."
"You know...you really should do something about that..."
"About what?"
"When you start to get aggravated your mouth twitches I the corner as if you were about to smile maniacally and lunge for the nearest throat and rip them open for the hell of it." I paused to sample another savory morsel of food. "You really show your emotions plain as if they were written on your face. You're getting old, man, what would the Slytherins think of their head if they saw him like this."
"Actually, they would be proud of me. Violent anger is quite acceptable for my house."
"Indeed. And what would they say to you having dinner with a Gryffindor, and the friend of the infamous Harry Potter on top of that."
"I'll let you wonder. And then perhaps I'll pretend that I care."
"Indeed."
The pleasant banter continued on for much of the night. We found that we had a lot in common and I quite enjoyed myself. The drinks automatically filled themselves as soon as the glass was emptied, and would change to a different beverage if you asked. My cheeks began to heat up and I knew I was reaching my limit. Severus' drink had been untouched for quite a while.
I knew I was pleasantly plastered. But I wasn't exactly drunk at the same time. I was very aware of myself and I knew that I wasn't acting drunk either. A little louder then usual perhaps but that was it. If anything, the alcohol made me more myself, and I was more aware of things that I might have overlooked if I had been sober.
We moved downstairs to his living room and I magicked a muggle television into the rooms. I changed my clothes into something much more comfortable, as it was very late in the evening, as did he. Both of us were now in T shirts and jeans. I was showing him the wonders of muggle entertainment when I began absentmindedly rubbing his scalp, massaging it with my fingers and nails. A deep growl emanated from his throat and I smiled mischievously.
"You like that, Severus?"
All he could do was nod, and he turned around and placed his head in my lap. I gently continued the massage for several minutes, teasing him mercilessly. My nails grazed the sides of his jaw, and traced the contours of his skull. Feather light strokes on the edge of his ears... I instinctively traced the super sensitive energy patterns that covered his body, knowing exactly where to place my hands to provoke the strongest reaction from him. Ever so gently my hands kissed his face, relaxing him and tormenting in one swift, tender, movement.
When my hands moved to the sides of his neck he moaned again and sounded as if I was strangling him.
I jumped.
"No, Don't stop..."
"Great Goddess that was a good noise?"
I continued my massage for what seemed like hours. Over that time his shirt had lifted up at the back of his neck and I could see the skin of his back. It beckoned to me and I felt a stirring in my heart and my groin. I couldn't help myself. I reached beneath it and dragged my nails up his spine. More strangled moans/groans forced their way from his parted lips.
"Whatever you want from me I swear its yours..."
"How about you return the favor of a back massage, I have back problems and it's killing me."
"No Problem, lay down."
I did so and he sat on my ass and leaned over me, teasing me in much the same way that I had him, only I couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose. Severus kept hitting the nerves that made me jump, causing my hips to rock up into him. Which was causing quite the effect I imagined, considering how and where he was sitting.
"You sure do move around a lot." He said in a breathy voice.
"You keep hitting the right spots that make me jump..." I felt him gulp at the hidden sexual meaning. "You know, the nerves and such."
He ran his hands up my sides and I unconsciously lifted my stomach so he could touch my breasts, which were aching for him. But he didn't touch me. I moaned softly, but I knew that he had heard me from his sharp intake of breath. His next stroke was up my back and down my shoulders. When he reached my hands I clasped his hands gently, not wanting to let go. I was so turned on it wasn't funny.
In understanding he lay down on my back, not pressing his full weight into me and held me gently, his cheek on mine.
My voice was barely a whisper. "You can stop now if you want."
He didn't comment. He just rolled over. Together we lay on our backs on the softly cushioned rug. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Thank-you for the massage, That was wonderful."
I didn't know who moved first but his mouth was suddenly on mine and we were kissing each other gently.
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Author's Note: hahaha!! I'm evil and I know it. What a place to stop. Well I have the next chapter almost finished and I'll be updating probably by the end of this week or before! Read and Review please!