So...I thought this would be 1k. Then Severus Snape started talking...and it was 1k before I even got to the planned smexxy. The wizard is incorrigible!
Anyway now you have over 3000 words of most definitely M.
Enjoy!
Hermione's heart was thudding, excitement, anticipation, the unknown forcing a wild drum through her flesh and shutting down every thought but one. She wanted this. She wanted him. So much.
They crossed the threshold, warm carpet giving way to cool tiles. His bathroom was brightly lit, large, with a huge, glass-doored walk-in shower that dominated the room. Was she simply going to shower? Her mouth dried at the thought that he would watch her…or would they shower together…?
She wet parched lips. "Tell me, Severus."
A wicked little smile curved his lips. "Must I lecture for you even now, Madam?"
She ducked her head, fighting shyness and her own smile, but then she lifted her chin and fixed him with a firm stare. She couldn't waste the time she had with him, and regret any missed moments. "You know the power of your voice. In fact," and she slipped into her know-it-all persona, delighted to see the dark amusement gleam in his eyes, "I heard it said that you could easily talk a witch out of her knickers."
He lifted one of those damnable eyebrows and her breath caught in her throat. "Is that so?" He drew her forward and began to pull one of her long gloves free, slipping it slowly, so slowly over her skin. Finger by finger. "And what do I say to these witches, Hermione?" He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His voice was soft. Dangerous. "What should I say…to you?"
She closed her eyes, her flesh on fire, the need for him burning up from her belly. "That…that you want me."
"Oh I do, little witch." The silk glove dropped to the tiled floor and he began to tease away the other, his mouth at her ear, with the steady, strangely intoxicating sounds of his even breaths. "I would've had you in the summer, when I noticed you were so willing…"
"Would you have crept into my room?"
"Oh…" The soft, deep sound skittered across her skin and Hermione tensed against the sudden shock of it. Of the ripple of pure pleasure that chased it. "Is that what you wanted?" The other glove dropped to the tiles. "Me in your room, with the fire dying away, leaving only a few flickers of gold and shadow…because that house is cool, even at the height of summer."
A tickle of a spell and Hermione gasped as her stockings rolled down her thighs to pool at her ankles. Another tease of obviously wandless magic, removed them completely.
"That's cheating!"
Severus huffed a laugh. "Would you rather I stopped telling you how I would slip through your wards and lock and silence your room…making ready? Stop detailing the ways I would have you in your virginal little bed? How I would fuck you?"
Every inch of her was tight, straining. "No, no, it's fine. Carry on."
His low laugh wrapped around her, delicious and dark and he took another step closer, the warmth of his body there against her practically bare skin. She wanted his skin, as she had on the previous Monday, hot and so alien against her own. Smooth and rough. Teasing her. Her gaze fixed on the snowy white collar of his shirt, the fine, black silk of his cravat…and the hint of his scars, a rush of silvered skin. Her lips ached to kiss them. Taste him.
"Will you undress?"
"There?" His smile curved against her ear. "Or here?"
"Anywhere…"
His fingertips stroked her waist, gliding upwards and she squeaked, caught in half torment, half pleasure. Her chest lifted and Severus brushed the underside of her breasts. A light, slow caress over the silvered silk. "I would slip into your bed naked, Hermione. And it wouldn't be a surprise…for all that you think that's your fantasy."
"What is my fantasy?"
"Anticipation." The word was a delicious whisper and he smirked against her ear, before the tip of his tongue tasted her earlobe. "From breakfast, when my fingers brushed yours, our eyes meeting, your blush, my lifted eyebrow."
His hands slipped around to her back, tracing the length of her spine with slow fingers. Her bra loosened. "And the meeting in the shadowed kitchen corridor…as I step in close, as I run a finger along your jaw and you lean into my wanted touch."
The straps of her bra slipped down, falling free of her arms to the floor. "At lunch, with my thigh pressed against yours as we sit at that benighted table, thick with Gryffindors. Your face is crimson, even as your curious little fingers draw a line above my knee." Severus hands were at her hips again, thumbs drawing slow circles against her heated skin. "And finally at dinner…where you wear a sundress, with your legs so readily bare. And my hand finds your thigh." He paused, his breathing quickened, matching her own. "Can you feel my hand, Hermione? Hot, callused against your smooth skin. Sliding upwards, skimming the edge of your so-prim cotton knickers."
"Would you…?"
"What? Dip…inside?"
"Yes…" The word broke from her. Fuck, why hadn't this been her summer? A plaything for the dark Potions Master. Her knickers pooled at her feet and she blinked. "I'm…I'm naked."
Severus straightened and smirked down at her. He drew a path down from her lips to the valley between her breasts. "Aren't you just?"
Her mouth pursed and she refused to cover herself. The thrum of his words still pulsed through her flesh…and he had just proved her point. He had talked her out of her knickers. She lifted her eyebrow and slid her gaze, over his long, black-clad form. "And you're not."
"I would save undressing me for…another time."
Hermione opened her mouth to object. That she should have the right to engage in a sinfully slow strip of his body…but with a murmured spell, he was revealed, naked but for his underwear. His impossibly tented underwear. Her mouth shut with snap.
She pressed her lips together to fight down her nervous giggle. "I can live with that."
A flick of his fingers turned on the sprays of the shower and he pushed back the glass door. Steam began to swirl, the warmed water splashing against her bared skin. "Are you…?" She waved her hand to the jets of water.
"I want to wash you, and offer…pleasure. Is this agreeable?"
He was a wicked, wicked man. He twisted innocuous words into seven levels of sin. And she would call him on it. "If I can return the favour."
Severus dark, endless gaze fixed on her. Hot. Completely tempting. "If you are a very good girl."
He guided her under the spray of perfectly warm water, Hermione gasping against the sudden burst of sensation. He stood behind her a wall of wet muscle, warm and ached for and cupped her shoulders. "I will leave you hair. I understand," he kissed the skin behind her ear and the sensitivity rippled through Hermione in a quick wave, "it is spelled to within an inch of its life."
"It is." She let her head fall back, finding the line of his shoulder. Steam wreathed around her, the rush of water against her flesh simply bliss…and with Severus at her back, his large hands skimming her arms…? It was perfection. "Can we do this every day?"
He pressed his mouth to her shoulder, a little butterfly kiss that broke a sigh from her. "You would be late for work." His dextrous fingers slid up the inner plan of her arms, teasing the edges of her breasts and she arched into his touch.
"Early." She stretched up to kiss the underside of his jaw. "I'd wake early."
His hand splayed across her décolletage, a sudden foam of soap slipping in suds over her wet skin, rivulets running over breasts to the heavy peak of her nipple. "Weekends…" His voice a low growl as he cupped her breasts and Hermione gasped. Thumbs circled her nipples, teasing inwards, closer, closer to the ache… "Monday mornings as a special treat."
"Yes. Yes…please." She steadied herself with her hands on his hard, narrow hips, hating that she found material and not the wet slickness of his skin. But there, pressing into her spine was the undoubted evidence of his want. "So three times…a week?"
A soapy hand traced a path over her belly, drawing a torment around her belly button before dipping lower. Lower… Hermione's fingers tightened against his hips. He was right. Gods… Anticipation. It would kill her.
He whispered a spell against her shoulder and a familiar thrum vibrated under his fingers and against her mons. Hermione squeaked, wriggling against the sudden flood of sensation, but his strong arm held her, pinned her to the wet length of his body.
"Enjoy it." His dark voice was a rumble though her aching flesh. "Let everything else fall away. There is only you and me. Slick and hot…and wet." His fingers teased between her thighs and she gasped, breathing hard. Too much. It was all too much. All of him surrounding her, his skin, his fingers at her breast, kneading and plucking at a tightened nipple and yet more fingers finding…finding her clit.
She rolled against him, her hips wanting a rhythm, stretching and twisting against his hardness. He hissed against her throat. "I won't fuck you. Not yet."
"When Severus? When?" Her mind was spinning, the pressure coiling in her belly. Tightening. The promise of bliss. And she was almost, almost there… His fingers, thrumming, pushing, playing, knowing, gods, knowing exactly, how— "Fuck, I want you inside me. Taking me. Yours. I'm yours. I want—"
She cried out against the fierce wave of hot light that smashed over her, her body straining against his firm hold, gasping as his clever, clever fingers eased into gentle strokes that chased the echoes of her orgasm. "That was… That… It was…"
Nothing coherent escaped her. Her legs were jelly…and her knees buckled.
With warm laughter, Severus held her up and planted a noisy kiss on her shoulder, causing her to let out a tired giggle.
"…better than this afternoon?"
"Yes." The single word came out on a rush of air. She struggled to turn in his arms and when she had, she looped her arms around his neck and wriggled against him. She gave him a sly smile. "Was I a good girl?"
His eyes became hooded. "Hermione…"
"How can I please you?" A hand broke free to trace a path down his wet chest to the line of his underwear. Her fingers skimmed his erection and he caught her hand and held it quite still. "Severus…"
His jaw flexed. "Different wizards will—"
"I am here with you." Her voice was soft and she hated the thread of uncertainty. His tone had changed in those three words, become more Professor Snape than he'd ever been with her before. She wanted to believe that he hated the idea of her with other men as much as she did. She stretched up on her toes to brush a kiss across his parted lips. "Tell me about you."
"Through trial and error with…others you will discover what they and you prefer—"
That thought hollowed her chest. "I will discover what I like from you. Only you."
His eyes closed and a line pinched between his brows. "You can't say such things, Hermione. You must be careful. Wizards, men, will take advantage…"
"This time, Severus." She pressed her hand to his jaw and his black gaze locked onto her. Something shifted there that she couldn't name. "This time is literally magical. I want no one but you. I can't imagine…" She shook her head and the image of a foul and leering Lucius ran a shiver through her. "No one, no one else.
"I…I want to use my mouth on you." She knew her cheeks were burning, but she pressed on. She couldn't admit how dangerously close to commitment her heart was, but he could know this. How he was the only wizard she wanted. Would probably ever want. "So please, show me."
When had anyone begged for his body? For him? Oh, when he was buried balls deep and the witch was half-delirious, then they—
He pushed that image out of his mind, too aware of what he was doing. He was trying to diminish Hermione's request. Sully it. He summoned his wand, stretching out his arm to catch it. He cast a gentle Impervius, clearing the rivulets of water from both of their faces. Hermione grinned up at him and his chest tightened. Did she have to appear as if he'd just agreed to give her the moon? Another spell cushioned her knees. And the casting of it hollowed his belly, and fuck, he was harder than he ever remembered being…
He turned and pressed his back against the warmed tiles. "I will give you a little instruction," he murmured, not wanting to detail exactly how she should…apply herself.
Though that is what he should do as her Mentoris.
No breathless discovery.
The words almost caught his breath. But he wanted that. He wanted her touching him in wonder as she found what he liked. Her finding pleasure in that discovery…for the first time. He was a complete bastard, but he ached for all of her firsts.
"The tip of my cock"—not 'a' because that would imply that others would have her mouth on them and that thought burned a hard, angry hole in his chest—"is sensitive. Very sensitive. Tease and taste." He pressed a thumb to her plump bottom lip. "I realise this could be considered a…dare to your Gryffindor sensibilities, but you will not be able to take all of me into this lush little mouth."
Her deep blush was endearingly sweet. And he wondered to where the true Severus Snape had fled. The one who welcomed experience. Because he was gone. Completely.
She kissed the tip of his thumb, teasing her little tongue around it before she sucked his thumb into her hot mouth. He hissed. This was why. Fuck. His free hand grabbed her hip and he almost dragged her to him, needing to feed that fierce ache—
Hermione released his thumb. "Like that?"
"Wicked girl…"
She smirked at him. "I try."
Laughter broke and he flexed his fingers against her skin, following his urge to tease a stroke across the perfect curve of her arse. "Then, please, continue." He lifted his hands away from her. "I am at your mercy."
Her eyes darkened, her chest lifting in the most delightful way, at his words. He wondered again how much was magic and how much was her in her desire for him. And she did desire him. He was well aware of that…
All higher thought stopped with the press of her hot, plump lips against his collarbone, nimble fingers already edging his underwear…down.
Severus' head fell back against the tiles, the splash of water and her sweet little kisses driving a wild need through his body. He didn't close his eyes. Because —fuck— he wanted to watch her. The little crease between her brows, her focused gaze and he could almost feel the decisions rolling through her thoughts. To kiss there, at the wide flare of Buckbeak's tear through his skin. To let his underwear fall and to press her wet, naked flesh against him. Fuck. Fuck…
"Hermione…"
Her name was torn from him. And the little chit grinned around his nipple. Her teeth grazed it and a fork-line of pure pleasure shot to his dick. Gods… He began to list potion ingredients. In reserve order. Shelf by shelf. Because fuck, he hadn't had sex in weeks and the tormenting witch who had him at her mercy was so…wanted.
She lapped at his belly button, before dropping gracefully to her knees. Severus stared down at her. Those plump lips were so fucking close to his cock. He had to rein in the very real need to fist his hand in her hair and drive himself into that hot, wet mouth.
She lifted an eyebrow, her little smirk deliciously wicked. "Are you ready, Master Snape?"
Oh, fuck… He almost slammed his head back against the wall. "Yes…"
The first shy lick was lava in his veins. More potions ingredients sailed through his thoughts in a thick tide. Fuck, now he was even spelling them backwards. Her mouth, her fingers, the stroking, the licking, seeing his cock slid between her lips, the hot, wetness and the humming…
"Hermione…" His trembling fingers touched her hair, fighting the very real need to grab the tamed mass. His body was tight. So tight. His balls aching. He was ready. Ready… "Hermione! I'm going to— You'll want to pull back. Sweet girl. Please—"
And then he came, hard and fast, a blistering rush of fire and light, breaking over him. Breaking him. And the mad little witch. Swallowed him. Drank him down. Gods…
His knees gave out. Her mouth was gone. And he slumped to the floor of the shower.
He pulled her to him, luxuriating in the feel of a hot, wet, naked little witch in his arm. He buried his face against her neck, his breaths still hard and quick. "Wonderful. Gods, girl…" he huffed a tired laugh. "Did I say three times a week? I'll be fit for nothing."
She framed his face with her wet hands. Her beautiful eyes were uncertain. "You enjoyed it? I didn't have your vibrating spell so I thought humming would achieve-"
"Hermione…" The kiss he gave her was soft, dangerously so as he felt a hard tug in his chest. The taste of him on her lips almost had him hard again. And the thought that another wizard would have the same experience made that fierce pull in his chest more of a bitter ache. "It…you were wonderful."
She licked her lips. "Interesting taste. And you don't mind…?"
Hermione kissed him again and he groaned. "Not for one second. I want the taste of me on you."
That led to her bright grin and another wild kiss…and yes, he was most definitely getting hard. Best to get out of the shower before he broke his vow and fucked her on a hard, tile floor.
He drew back. "Let's get you dry." His smile was deliberately smug. "I'm far from finished with you yet."
A little more of Hermione's...instruction next week.
Oh and I also went back and tidied Chapter 23. There were an egregious amount of silly errors. Sorry about that!
Anyway, let me know what you think!