A/N: SPOV
Severus summoned a sobering potion as he kept Tonks in a close yet firm embrace.
"You are to swallow this potion, Nymphadora." He stated plainly, hoping she would be amenable enough to do this without much hassle.
She lowered a hand and cupped his crotch. "You know 'zactly wha I'm willin... swallow for you."
Severus' face didn't smile in the least bit as she had hoped. "Perhaps later, after you've taken this sobering-up potion."
"Such a frownyface. Why you a Snapeypoo McFrowny-Face?" She stilled herself to the best of her ability. "I like th' you... that you hav'ta hide. Wissh odders saw you shexy, like the twins do."
Severus popped the top off of the potion vial, and pressed his finger to her lips. "Open." he commanded softly. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out a little for show. He poured a bit in, closed her mouth, and bade her to swallow.
"Swallow that, and I have a bit more for you." She complied, her glazed eyes still twinkling at him. They repeated it once more, and he handed her a glass of water afterwards.
"This is to help alleviate your hangover in the morning, dear." She took a sip and frowned.
"Its water." She looked around his house and realized that though if felt small, Severus did all that he could to make it feel cozy. The sofas were of black leather yet felt soft to the touch, and his wall of books framed a stone fireplace tastefully. This was much better than she had expected for a man who only lived here during the summers, and she momentarily realized how many places there were for her to trip over. She nearly frowned at that thought.
"That it is; the medicinal purposes of this particular potion have been well-documented throughout the ages."
She took another drink, smiling. "You've got a great sense of humor; how come others can't see it?"
Severus was glad to see her sobering up already.
"Alas, Nymphadora, I have a persona to portray to the greater Wizarding community. But here I will be myself completely with you. Happy New Year, my dear."
She kissed him gently, smiling sadly afterwards. "Lupin was bang out of order." She commented.
"I understand being hurt when confronted with some harsh truths. But he shouldn't have treated you that way." Severus took her over to his living room and directed her to sit on the sofa. He sat as well, putting his arm around her.
"Neither should have Ron. Oh... I punched him in the face for calling you a greasy git. And wondering why I wanted to spend time with you." She put her drink down on the coffee table in front of them shamefully.
She defended me, and punched the dunderheaded Weasley? The corner of Severus' lip turned up slightly, then finally cracked into a smile.
"You're the first woman who truly stood up to defend me. I cannot express how much that truly means to me." He leaned over and kissed her forehead, and she let him.
"Well, my judgment in men was being called into question, too. I don't see anything wrong with you at all."
Severus thought for a moment, and pulled himself away from her and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Would you please send a Patronus to Mad-Eye, so that he knows that I have sobered you up this quickly and that I've treated you properly?"
She looked at him, concern etching her face. "Of course." She understood why he would want her to send word back to her Auror mentor herself, but not why it seemed to bother him. As she cast the spell, she watched the furry, four-legged creature gallop off to let Alastor know that she was sober and that Severus was being a perfect gentleman.
Oh. He knew what my Patronus looked like, and why. She mused as she saw a conniving smile spread across his lips. He stood up, and she could tell that he was letting his mask slide off. She was willingly in the house with of cruel, devious man. A slight thrill went through her as she realized the position she was in.
I just sent irrevocable proof that I'm fine and going to spend the rest of the night with Severus Snape, someone I know to be a sadistic Dominant. A thrum of desire went through her as he held his hand out for her to take and to rise from the sofa.
"Such a gentleman, Severus Snape." She teased as she stood in front of him.
Severus looked at her in an almost disbelieving manner. "I am far from gentle, Nymphadora. Move behind the sofa, put your hands upon the back, and bend slightly at the hips."
She blushed slightly. "Yes, Sir." As she moved into position, a flick of Snape's wand had her blindfolded. "As if I didn't see that coming, Sir." She turned her head and stuck her tongue out at him, and knew she'd regret it instantly. The blindfold spell was done again, but this time it was over her mouth, and she really wanted to make a remark.
"You will snap your fingers once for 'yellow', and twice for 'red'. Nod if you understand." She nodded as he summoned his leather paddle. He removed all of her clothing from below her waist and slowly ran the cold leather over her bare skin. She leaned back into it and was rewarded with a sharp slap, making her jump momentarily.
"Don't get too eager, my little slut." He soothed as his warm, rough hand ran over and squeezed her ass firmly. He swung again with the leather paddle, the sound of the smack telling him that he was hitting his mark perfectly.
Strike after strike, he reddened her cheeks for a good ten minutes and then switched to his bare hands. Her bum was warm now, the amount of blood so close to the outermost layers of the skin. The warmth only called out to him more as his hand slapped the back of her upper thighs, making a sharp sound as her legs trembled under his duress.
"Spread your legs apart for me." He spoke sweetly, but his voice held an edge of dark, restrained passion for her as his lips were so close to her ear. His hair trailed playfully over her ear as he pulled back and resumed spanking her with his hand, sliding his fingers down and slowly caressing her quim as she only got wetter from the attention.
"Only the best sluts get so wet from a spanking, Nymphadora." He cooed as his hand slapped her pussy, forcing her to make a noise of constrained pleasure.
She is absolutely loving this, and so am I. Severus thought to himself as he continued to spank her bum and quim, occasionally working a finger inside just to tease her more.
Severus himself lost track of time, switching between his leather paddle and his bare hands on her ass, enjoying the now red welts that were beginning to grace her skin. He wanted to leave her ass sore and untreated so that she'd have a reminder of this evening together, but he'd give her that option later.
He decided to quit tormenting her this way when she began whimpering through the gag, and her arm muscles were twitching in need.
"You may use your right hand to touch yourself, slut." As she frantically made to rub her aching clit, Severus deftly used his left hand to bend her over the sofa until she lost her footing and had her left foot dangling, and his wand-hand had cast a lubrication charm on her arse.
Tonks knew what was coming, and her right hand frigged herself even harder than before.
Severus took a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head back a little as he slid a finger inside her slowly, savoring her muffled cries of 'please' as he slid a second one in. He wasn't sure if she had wanted more at first, but her next reaction was a definite positive response as she delved three fingers into her pussy wantonly.
"You are being such a good little slut for me tonight, Nymphadora." He pulled out, cast a cleaning charm on his hands, and hit her again with the leather paddle. Her muffled cries hit a higher pitch, only to drop to a low grunt of need that was calling out to his turgid cock that was trapped inside his pants.
"Do you want me to bugger your arse, slut?" Severus asked, dropping his pants and casting a lubrication charm on himself as well.
She didn't nod instantly, so he pulled her fingers out of her quim as she moaned, needy and wanting. She pointed to her gag with a few flailing gestures of her left hand, and Severus vanished the fabric covering her mouth.
"Please, Sir..." She panted breathlessly, "I want to come, I want to see you, I want to feel you inside me."
Severus' sweet smile graced his face as he allowed her this, removing the blindfold as well. Her eyes and face were overcome with raw need; even her jaw was trembling slightly.
"Tell me who you are, Nymphadora." He asked, his dark eyes gazing into hers.
"I'm your little slut, Sir. Now fuck me, please." Her pleading like this wonderful to him, almost cathartic as he slowly entered her as she resumed fingering herself while being bent over his couch oddly. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at this; he could die happily now at long last.
Her slow grunt of appreciation pulled him out of his reverie and had him paused within her as she had gone completely still.
"Okay... oh... kay. Go." She panted as she slowly worked her fingers on her clitoris slowly, as Severus slowly backed out and slid deeper, his teeth clenching and grinding as he practiced as much self-control he had to work his way into her over and over as slowly and as gently as she seemed to need.
Her tightness and her warmth was nothing to the level of trust she had given to him as she lost herself to the sensations and slowly felt like she was floating on endorphins and pleasure.
Severus, too was in his own version of Dom-space as he pumped himself in and out of his darling submissive.
"Prepare to come for me, slut." He whispered hoarsely as his urgent thrusting was hitting its crest.
"Thought you'd never ask, Sir." She chuckled as her fingers kept working.
Severus felt himself going, and began panting loudly as he directed her to finally allow herself release.
As he pounded into her for the next few seconds with reckless abandon, she was screaming her release as he finally buckled and spent himself into her, nearly crashing on top of her as he kept his lips pressed firmly shut as his mind was screaming I love you to her.
Wrapped up in his black satin bathrobe, Tonks savored the afterglow and the shower they shared after the mind-blowing session and sex that they had over this very sofa they were now cuddled on.
"What's on your mind, Nymphadora?" Severus asked.
"I... am happily devoid of any thoughts or stress now." She repled, nuzzling back into his embrace.
"That is the perfect mindset to have for Occlumency. A completely clear mind, devoid of loud, distracting emotions." Severus said as if this were a lesson along with pillow talk.
"What about my feelings of contentment, happiness, and..." She had almost said 'love', "well, post-sex coitus?"
"The Dark Lord is incapable of understanding any of that. And those feelings won't be as distracting as ones that he can use and wield against you, tearing open your mind's defenses to ransack your memories. Once you have your mind cleared and calm, organize your thoughts by visualizing them as a warehouse or library. Recall our first lesson together?" He asked, inhaling her scent as his nose was buried in her pink hair.
She hummed appreciatively. "How do you hide the important stuff?"
"I purposefully mis-shelve stuff and give it boring labels as to dissuade The Dark Lord from rifling through inane memories of marking papers and listening to Dumbledore lecture me about muggle knitting patterns and the like."
They chuckled together at that, and Severus felt her nodding off in his arms. He levitated her and tucked her in bed with him, holding her tenderly as he also fell fast asleep.