OY! SEX WARNING!

If sex scenes offend you in any way, feel free to skip to the next chapter. You won't miss anything but gratuitous sex and a description of Snape's bedroom, which wouldn't do you any good unless you want to envision yourself there. (That would be me.) However, as many of you probably found this when searching for "M" rated stories, I doubt very much that you want to skip it ;)

JKR as Veronica Corningstone: You write FanFic with my world and characters?

Me as Ron Burgundy: I dabble . . . performs show-stopping fanfic-ness which includes setting a martini on fire and performing "the Aqualung".

Shut up, I'm doing this at midnight.

Chapter Nine: The Romance Blooms Again

The bedroom was much like the rest of the house: small and cluttered. However, the bed was large, not as grand as the beds at Hogwarts, but rather cozy looking. Mixed sheets and blankets were tangled on the bare mattress, and a quilted comforter laid upon the floor.

"My humble abode," he said with a sneer. "I won't apologize for the mess."

"It doesn't matter," Ginny replied. "I like clutter." She was sick of discussing the room. She could feel the usual tingle of excitement he brought upon her. She leaned up against him again and kissed him, letting their tongues mingle for a few minutes.

After a moment, she felt herself being pushed backwards, and she stepped back until she fell over the bed. He fell on top of her for a moment. His weight felt oddly comforting on top of her, as if he was protecting her, but he soon rolled off to kick off his shoes and robes. Ginny pulled off her robes as well. Snape looked down at her, clad only in her underclothes and her boots. As his eyes caught her spiked shoes, he let out a harsh laugh.

"Always trying to be seductive, aren't we?" he asked with a slightly sinister smile. "One day, you will learn that sensuality has less to do with leather and black lace and being, ah, experimental and more to do with attitude and feeling. Subtlety, one might say." To demonstrate, it seemed, Snape leaned in and unzipped the knee-high boots, letting a finger trace the inside of her calf as he removed it. Ginny shivered involuntarily as he started to work on the other one, and she let out a small sigh as he let his finger graze the bottom of her foot.

"See?" he asked as he traced his finger along her collarbone.

"Yes," Ginny practically groaned, "I . . . oh, it feels wonderful."

Snape let out a small cough that could have been a laugh. "You are just used to inexperienced young adolescents. They are far too eager to know how to please anyone but themselves, so they hurry things along, and just as you have become to kiss, it is over." He lay down next to her and began twirling a lock of her hair around his thumb, making Ginny shake like a sapling in a gale. "I research everything I do fully, including how to please a woman. But enough chitchat, I think."

He leaned over her and began kissing her again. She returned them as best she could, but he seemed to want her to do nothing. Whenever his lips would touch hers and she tried to kiss back, he would pull away to kiss her cheek or her forehead. After a few minutes of these delicate lip caresses, he pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders and reached to the clasp in the front, which caused Ginny to shiver again.

Snape raised an eyebrow at her. "That," he said, his breathing a bit heavier than it had been, "is seductive. When you shudder like that." He unhooked the clasp and let her breasts fall freely. "You've grown," he said as he stared at her full chest. He planted several soft kisses over her neck and chest, finally letting his lips reach their final destination. When he lightly brushed his lips over the soft pink mounds, she sighed deeply, remembering the feeling from so long ago.

Ginny slowly worked her way out of her underwear and tried to sensually do the same to him. She traced a finger over his thin stomach and hooked his shorts with her fingers, but as soon as they were off, Snape gave her an appraising look.

"We're getting better," he said, but he couldn't seem to take the less-is-more approach for any longer. He pushed her over and climbed on top.

The feeling as he entered her was immensely better than her last experience. There was no mixed pain, just pleasure. The rhythm was easier to detect this time, a steady in and out, in and out. She continued to lean forward and kiss him delicately, and he finally returned them. After several minutes, she could feel the impending climax begin to build within her. As she kissed him, she let her lips travel up to his ear and began blowing gently to tickle. He groaned loudly, sending both her and himself over the edge as they shared their climaxes.

He lay on top of her for a few minutes as both of them panted. Then, he rolled off of her, looking at her with a strange look. She looked resolutely back at him, resting her head on his chest. The steady breathing was so relaxing, Ginny felt as if she might fall asleep right here, beside the man on whom she was supposed to be spying. He combed his fingers through her hair, sending shivers down her spine.

"Ginny?" Snape asked softly.

"Yes?"

"You still can't stay here."

She had been fearing this. "I know." she thought to herself, Can't you hold me just a bit longer, but knew better than to voice this feeling out loud. She knew she mustn't get feelings involved, but was it already too late?

She sat up and began to gather her clothes. She spotted the spiky-heeled boots and chuckled to herself.

"Your idea?" asked Snape as he pulled on a black silk dressing gown.

"N -- Who else's would it be?" She had almost told him it was Tonks's idea; that would be a sure way to get into trouble.

"It just didn't seem like something you would wear," he replied, standing and helping her do up her robes, which she had been trying to do backwards. "I imagine you will want to do this again, Ginny."

"If it's possible . . ." she trailed off as she still couldn't think of what to call him. He wasn't her teacher anymore, and "sir" seemed a bit submissive.

"I am free every Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday evening for the rest of the month. I know you will be in school in a few weeks, but feel free to visit until then." He walked her out of the bedroom to his living room and opened his front door.

She stepped into the night air, which strangely seemed a bit warmer than before. She stood on the doorstep and turned to kiss him goodnight. He returned it very sensually, letting his tongue massage hers softly. They broke apart, and he whispered softly into her ear, "You may call me Severus."

OK, I realize now that I could never write erotic literature, but I hope I'm getting better. Please, review away, even if you just want to tell me "PWMS" (please write more soon) or "gawd ur fic suxx i cant beleeve im wastin meh tyme readin dys shyt" (Oh, God forbid I get any 733t reviews . . . -shudders-)