Slowly . . .so tantalizingly slow. He undressed her, allowing his fingers to only whisper against her skin in the briefest way. The clothing pooled at her feet, lost in the shadows; and she was nude before him, the cool breeze from the open window caressing her milky skin.
He stood for a moment, appraising her beauty, his ebony eyes were so intense that she could almost feel them tracing the lines, burning her.
When he had satisfied himself that she was indeed naked, he pushed her backwards toward the bed using only his fingertips, and barely touching her skin. When her knees touched the edge of the mattress, she fell backwards into the embrace of the satin sheets. Her arms instantly reached up to enfold him, but he stepped out of her reach.
" No, no, little one. It is your birthday, and I have a very special gift for you tonight." his voice was throaty yet silken, and it touched the very core of her, causing a pool of electricity to begin pulsing between her thighs.
She smiled at him, rubbing herself seductively against the cool satin surface of the bed.
" But it isn't my birthday yet. . " she protested.
He smiled; dark and dangerous. . .his perfectly shaped mouth curling upwards arrogantly.
" Oh. . .it doesn't matter, does it? Look, I have something for you." he showed her his hand, long and pale against the black of his shirt. Slowly he raised two fingertips to his mouth and wetted them, before tracing them down the front of his shirt, toward his pants band.
Her breath caught in her throat as she followed his fingertips with her eyes. He dipped below his pants band, and she watched him eagerly, expecting him to free his ever growing arousal from the confines of his trousers. He pulled out, instead, a rather slender glass jar.
She sat up, frowning a little.
" What is that? " she asked, somewhat sharply.
" Your present. . ." he stepped next to the bed, and touched the cool glass of the jar to her leg. Ginny drew in a sharp breath, as he began to roll it slowly along her leg, towards her thigh. She let her legs fall open, imagining how good it would feel to have him touch her with the glass, how cold it would feel, pressed against her warmth.
He seemed to understand this desire in her, and therefor purposefully denied her, rolling the jar across her thigh, and up to her hip. He sat upright there, and turned it so that she could read the label.
" Marmalade!" she exclaimed. Why would he be giving her marmalade. . .especially now of all times!
" Marmalade." he purred.
" Why? Wh-what am I to do with marmalade?" she asked.
" You are going to watch me eat it. . ." he said.
" Watch you eat it?" she shook her head. The excitement she had felt blossoming inside of her began to wilt.
He brought one knee up and rested it between her legs.
" don't look so crestfallen. . .I am sure you will enjoy it." he returned the jar to her knee and began a slow circular exploration of her inner thigh with it, half tracing, half massaging her with its rounded bottom.
Her legs opened of their own accord, so that he had an unadulterated view of her; the long creamy expanse of her torso ending in that one mysterious epicenter. He traced the jar towards it, but at the last moment, turned it and rolled it back toward her knee.
She groaned. She was, by nature, a passionate woman anyhow, and having him so methodically torment her had her easily inflamed. He seemed to know this, and purposefully denied her, choosing to play with her other thigh for a while. He never touched her with his hand, just with the cool alien glass of the jar, letting it's weight aid him in his caress.
Having an object that did not belong in the bed, between her legs, made Ginny feel more excited, and she arched toward his hand when he made a new approach towards her center. .. but he avoided her again, and instead, rolled the jar along the crease in her hip setting it upright on her belly. . .just over the brush of flaming hair.
She was panting now, the jar bobbed up and down, orange and penile, taunting her with it's presence. She was wet and warm and so near that she could taste the electrical taste of pleasure in the back of her mouth. Yet he had not yet touched her where she so needed to be touched.
She tipped her hips toward him, pleadingly, but he ignored her. He took the jar in both hands now, and with a firm twist of his wrist he opened it, there was an audible snap as the seal was broken. She watched half in frustration and half in curiosity as he dipped his fingers into the marmalade, and scooped out small amount. Bringing his hand near to his face, he cautiously let his tongue peer out, and taste the marmalade delicately.
Ginny felt a new heat beginning in her. . .as she watched him tongue the gelatinous substance, thinking of where she would prefer his tongue to be. He was wanting her to think like that. He was pure evil, and he knew it.
Severus flicked his hand out suddenly and smeared the marmalade on her breast. She had been so preoccupied with the tumult below her navel that she was startled by the sudden touch.
" Now. . ." he drawled." watch me eat it."
He lowered his head to her breast and lapped the spread. Ginny groaned. It felt marvelous, and she was now aching for fulfillment. How long was he going to carry out this exquisite torment?
He slowly explored around the nipple, sucking gently at the pink base, before finally engulfing the hard peak in his mouth. He suckled it hard, then bit at it gently, causing her to murmur, either in protest or pleasure. . .he couldn't be certain.
Retrieving more marmalade, he performed the same ritual at her other breast, taking a leisurely amount of time to nuzzle his face in the in the stickiness, before dipping back into the jar. This time he brushed it across her lips, and left her body untouched for a few moments while he kissed her, licking the marmalade from within, nibbling at the her bottom lip without.
She watched then as he painted a line of marmalade from her chin to her navel, letting a healthy dollop fall to rest there in that little cavity. By the time he had kissed and bitten his way down her body, licking up every single bite, she was about ready to scream. In fact, she had her mouth open to call his name, ordering him to please take her, when he delved his tongue into her navel. The sound of his name was cut off abruptly as she shuddered.
No one had ever tasted hr there, and she would never have thought it to be such an erogenous area. He ran his tongue around the rim before dipping in, sucking slightly. She actually whimpered. . .it was so positively divine.
Again he was dipping into the jar, and again he was tracing a line of marmalade down; down through her red pubic hair and at last to the folds of flesh that were thrumming and pulsing with expectation. He had to hold her hips down now, his sticky fingers digging into her flesh as he worked.
She could feel tears forming at last as he touched her with his tongue. She thought she would come at once if he finally made it to her clitoris, but once he was there, she found her body to be stubborn and un cooperative. She wanted him to be faster, to bruise her with his nose; but he wouldn't. He was calm, and slow, never breaking the slow and tortuous rhythm he had set, no matter how much she writhed.
Suddenly he dipped two fingers into her body.
" Why. . .Ginny, I had no idea you were so aroused. . ." he said in feigned surprise. " Perhaps I have something here that would fill your needs?"
She was squeezing his fingers, trying to find release, but at his words her eyes flew open, and she watched stunned as he took the jar in his hand from where it had been resting beside her on the mattress.
He brought it slowly along her leg, until it touched against her, the icy coldness of the glass a stunning contrast to her own burning heat. The jar looked exactly like a large penis, she noticed, practically the same size around as her wrist. He looked to her for permission and she gave it, pleading him with her eyes, reaching with her body. She wanted to be breached by the huge smoothness. . .wanted to clamp down of it's impossible hardness when she finally sent her over the edge.
She was so close to the ultimate ecstasy, as she felt the jar pressed close.
" But you have to wake up now..." he said, grinning evilly at her.
" I can't!" she gasped. " please hurry!" she reached wantonly for his hand, prepared to make him finish. But her hand came in contact with plain air, and then fell limply to an ordinary cotton sheet.
" Oh no. . .oh no. . ." she moaned.
The clock on her bedside table began to beep happily. Sitting up suddenly in her own bed, she switched off the alarm, reeling groggily. The dream still lingered about her, and she felt her self blushing, mortified with herself.
Had she really just had an erotic dream about Severus? She never had erotic dreams, not with any of her former lovers. She shook her head, trying t clear the images from it. She couldn't of course. . .and it wouldn't have done any good if she could have. Her head wasn't what was suffering the most. She wriggled uncomfortably in the bed. She was very aroused, she realized, and her bed was damp.
Should she take a cold shower, and continue her day like nothing had happened? She tried to remember what was on the agenda. Oh yes. . .going shopping with Hermione. Hermione had flooed her last night and begged her to come along.
She couldn't face the day, or concentrate on anything regarding baby clothes if she were in a permanent state of arousal. . .she realized. So, she lay back in the bed, letting her fingers stray beneath the sheets. Well, if she already had the images in her mind, she might as well put them to some good use.
But damn. . .it was going to be a long day.
Later-
Build it without magic? She was trying to drive him crazy. Well, if she thought being crazy was a good way to get rid of him, she was sorely underestimating Severus Snape! He rarely ever wanted anything, but once he saw something that he couldn't live without, he would stop at nothing to get it. He wanted only two things desperately at the moment; the position of DADA teacher, and Ginny Weasley.
One day, he might wear Dumbledore down and convince him to give him the position of DADA teacher. After all, if everything went as planned, Ginny wouldn't be needing it anymore. When, not if, he finally caught her, he was going to put her so high on a pedestal she was going to need a rope to get down, and guard rails to keep her from falling over the sides.
She wasn't going to need a teaching position; she would never have to do anything at all, unless she absolutely wanted to. She was going to be happy, whether she liked it or not!
These were the thoughts that were racing irritably through Snape's mind as he stormed up to Hermione Granger's door. He banged on the door, hoping they didn't have silencing charms set. He had certainly not wanted to do this, but he had been awake most of the night, trying to decide how he was going to go about this task. The only good thing about it was that at least she had set a task, instead of making him guess.
Sometime around dawn, he had decided that he would swallow his pride, sharp edged as it was, and ask advice from someone for perhaps the third time in his entire life.
The door opened, and a sleepy looking Hermione poked out her extra bushy head.
" Hello. . what are you doing here?" she asked.
" May I come in for a moment, I have. . .something I need to ask."
She shrugged and held the door open.
He stepped inside, noticing a groggy, shirtless Lupin, slumped over a cup of coffee. . .either still half asleep or attempting to drink the brew through his nose. He partially opened his eyes, saw Snape , and winced.
" You look awful." he commented.
True, Snape was even paler than usual, and looked exhausted. He had found it easier to not sleep, and think about Ginny, than to be asleep and dream about her. Not there was much of a difference in the dosage of pleasurable agony.
Snape raised a brow at Lupin, who, in his opinion, looked like he should be sleeping it off under a bench somewhere.
Hermione came up behind them, and gestured to a chair.
" Tea? Coffee? Anything?" she asked.
Snape shook his head, and opened his mouth to launch directly into his query. Only at the last minute did the words change as they exited his mouth.
" How are you. . .feeling, this morning?" he asked.
" Wonderful, actually, I guess all of the horror stories I have heard are simply nonsense." she smiled, pouring him a cup of tea.
" Everyone is different, I suppose. " he said awkwardly.
He was new to the realm of common courtesies, and he felt a little low for even trying. Surely everyone would only think he was trying it just to attract Ginny's attention. That was partly true, he knew that whatever he said to Hermione, would eventually make it to Ginny; and he wanted as much of it as possible to be good. However he had also wanted to make sure that Hermione was well.
" So you didn't come all of the way here, to ask me that?" she urged, sitting on Remus' knee, as there were only two chairs. The two extras were stacked dangerously high with books about magical parenting, Muggle parenting, and parenting in general. She hadn't outgrown her thirst to know everything about every subject, apparently.
" No, not really. I came to ask. . .for some. . advice."
" You? But I-" Remus was cut off abruptly by Hermione's elbow in his ribs. Snape concealed a smirk of satisfaction at the exaggerated gasping that followed.
" Really? On what subject?" Hermione asked, sipping her own tea primly.
" Houses.''
" Houses? What about them?" she asked, puzzled.
" I need to know where to find information on building a house. Without magic."
" You mean, like Muggles build houses?"
" Yes."
" Well. . .I... " she paused to think for a moment, a charming line coming up between her eyebrows.
" I am not really sure, myself. . .I have never needed to know. But, I could make a list of places that you might try, including a Muggle library, and a few bookstores. . ." she reached for a napkin, prepared to jot down a few names.
" Actually, I was wondering if I might have a live guide. " Snape blurted. '' I am not exactly familiar with the area. . ."
" Certainly." Hermione said. This is perfect. I was going shopping later today, so Remus will need something to keep him occupied." She smiled innocently as both men opened their mouths to protest.
" Ginny's is going to be with me too. . ." Hermione said, before Severus could say a word. " Should I. . .keep your mysterious behavior a secret?"
He closed his mouth and glowered at her. If he refused to allow Remus to tag along, word would get around about his sour ' disposition.'
" Fine. If it isn't an imposition." he finally said. " No need to keep secrets though, there is nothing I don't suffer that she isn't perfectly aware of. " he muttered, glancing over at Remus.
Lupin gave him a huge smile, ( if he knew of the terminology, he would have called it a ' shit-eating grin' ) and he immediately felt a twinge of indigestion beginning. It was going to be a long day.
" You're stuck on her aren't you?" Remus drawled as they walked down a crowded street.
He knew better than to expect much civility from Snape at the moment. . .he had gotten over the disappointment of having him as company, but Snape would never forgive him or Hermione for their insistence that morning that he wear something less...black.
He had refused to wear any other color, so they had reached a compromise. Hermione had transformed his clothes into a black business suit with a spiffy two button jacket, insisting more people would be cooperative if he looked important.
" Hey." Remus poked him. " Are you awake?"
" Don't touch me."
" Oh good, not only are you awake, but you are in a fabulous mood."
" Of course I am. I am travelling through Muggle infested London, in the company of a git in an ugly shirt, to find out how to build a house without magic; all because that little bastard Potter put a hex on me."
" Shh. not so loud." Remus glanced around. A few people gave them curious looks, but walked on. " so you are stuck on her. . .you old lecher."
" Hardly think you are one to comment; at least I don't have fleas."
" I don't have fleas. . .although sometimes I'lI get the wildest urge to do that thing, where you roll over and over in the grass, right before finding something really disgusting to . . ."
" Shut up." Snape's lips twitched with an unexpected twinge of humor. The picture of Lupin rolling around on the grass like a poodle was kind of amusing.
" Right." Lupin grinned.
They walked for a few minutes in blissful silence. Then Remus began to whistle a tune. Snape glared at him after a few minutes, and he stopped, but it was too late; he had the song stuck in his head. Unconsciously he began to hum it. Then they were both humming it.
Damn. It was going to be a long day.