That Certain Urge

Chapter Eight

Long, elegant fingers caressed the tops of her breasts before gliding lower to the lacings which were untied with practiced ease. For Hermione, his intimate touch brought her long-checked emotions and fears to the fore. They stood so close that were she to sigh he would be the first to hear it, were she to tremble he would be first to feel it.

Using his sense of touch alone, eyes closed, lowering his body as he went, his hands swept down her waist, belly and hips then moved along her thigh stopping to finger the lacy top of one stocking and slip a finger under the band. She trembled. Wanting to calm her, he rubbed his cheeks and hands against her leg as he went lower and lower rolling her stockings down bit by bit finally kneeling and placing a kiss on her calf as he slipped off her heels.

He looked up at her. "You are a lovely woman never let anyone say different." He had said these words to praise and to comfort and he felt her trembling subside. "Most importantly, do not let yourself believe otherwise." He bent back to his task and started to unroll the other stocking giving her other leg the same equally fervent treatment as the other had received. After he was done, he stood up, shrugged off his robe completely and gently caressed her cheek. "Be yourself, Hermione, tonight of all nights as I will be myself. Will you make a memory with me?"

"Yes" said Hermione smiling back at this contradiction of a man. She pulled his head down for a long sweet kiss full of acceptance, gratitude and more than a little bit of anticipatory lust. Her arms wound themselves around his neck. His arms found themselves encircling her waist. Sometime later she pulled her lips from his to say "Thank you, Severus, but I'm still going to beat your pants off! Let's start waist high in the water, shall we?" She took his hand and led him into the pool.

Snape's hands absentmindedly shuffled the cards but his eyes wandered from one thing to another. The first thing was Hermione's delight in sampling her peach margarita discovering that it was deliciously alcoholic but just so. The other things were her long slim legs which she was stretching under the water. Lastly, there were two other things even more distracting. Hermione reclined slightly arching her back giving him quite a gratifying view. As his opponent sipped her frozen confection, he watched intently as her body felt the chill. Her aureoles grew rosier and her nipples more and more taut.

Hermione's words brought him out of watchful reverie "Severus, I need something right now."

"What would that be?" Snape asked.

Do you have any salt?" At his uncomprehending look, she added "Let me introduce you to what a muggle does with a margarita."

She conjured a salt shaker then asked him to put his right forearm palm up on the table. With his curiosity piqued, he watched closely as she sprinkled salt on his stretched forearm in a line. He gasped taken by surprise by the undulating waves of sensations traveling through his body as he felt her licking the salt off his arm. He mused that it had felt quite pleasant as he watched her taking a sip of her drink.

Unexpectedly, she returned for more salt but with the added iciness of her tongue, he was now faced by sensations delivering stinging jabs to his nerve endings in time to her licking. After his second groan, she took a sip then licked her lips at his now taut nipples and ragged breathing. Mission accomplished!

"Thank you for the lesson, Professor Granger. But like any good student learning something new, do allow me to demonstrate my understanding," Snape said. Hermione put her left arm on the table a shiver running down her spine in anticipation but Severus' next word turned that shiver to something else. "No, not on your arm. Go up one ledge. Lie on your side with your back to me, hands above you and your eyes closed . And, remember, when I'm done let me know if I got the essential elements of the lesson correct."

Hermione obediently did as he bade. Every one of her senses was now awake to every nuance - the effusive warmth of the water lapping one side of her body, the chill of the air on her other side, the sound of the water as Snape made his way to her, the vibrations on her skin as she felt him behind her and the awareness of every grain of salt he shook down upon her hip.

Snape knelt behind her placed his left hand on her knee and his right he placed on her outstretched arms. She didn't see his head descend almost eagerly like a hawk diving after his prey but she felt his tongue everywhere on her side but on her hip where the salt lay. He started with slow lapping strops on her thigh. His hand caressed her arms in time.

He stopped and started again on her waist maddeningly flicking at her sensitive skin repeatedly. His hands on her knee and arms immobilized her as her body tried to obey her demands to move and arch. Then he stopped and for some agonizing seconds her body was taut as a bowstring knowing that when he resumed it would be on her hip.

The next move drew a moan from her as she felt his frozen tongue slowly lick the salt while he changed positions to fondle her belly with his left making feather light forays on her back with his right. All the while something else was leaving trailing touches on her lower cheeks. Her left had now freed clutched at his raven hair hard.

His left hand traveled still lower and her body jerked as she felt his hand cup her intimately. Her body shook pushing itself again and again on his hand. She cried out "Oh, please Severus, use your fingers, don't stop ... don't stop.!" But he didn't acquiesce to her heated request instead he cupped her breasts or squeezed her nipples with his other hand for several more minutes even as he licked and sucked more salt off her overheated skin.

"Please." she continued to beg. "I need you to ..."

"That is for another lesson, Hermione," Snape abruptly removed his hand, rolled her onto her back and straddled her. He held her eyes while cupping both her breasts in both hands then sliding his hands slowly downward to her hips. "Did I get the gist of the lesson?"

"There are words for men like you!" her words came breathlessly and her eyes were alight with defiance and passion. Her eyes roved downward but before she could see anything more of his body, he slid off her and turned away.

"I did not start the serious teasing, Hermione," Snape gave her a knowing look while resuming his position opposite her waist deep in the warm water. "Shall we proceed to the game itself then?"

"Yes and you're not going to be the one to finish it either." Hermione her face flushed and breathing none too steady was settling in for a long hard fought game. "Deal!"