A light misting of rain was coming down upon the streets of Chicago. Severus Snape had just exited the wizard's customs. A formality required upon entering the US from overseas. To Severus's chagrin, Chicago was different from most major cities. London, Paris, New York, Moscow, all had separate isolated wizarding districts. Chicago did not. In order to reach his destination, Severus was required to travel among the muggles, which also required he dress like one as well. The endpoint to which he traveled was the National Hall of Wizarding History and Records. Severus had the address and map of the city committed to memory.
He frowned at the gray clouds above, flipped the collar of his heavy wool pea coat up against the wind, and proceeded to his destination. He was already aggravated due to delays in his trip and feeling all the more annoyed he couldn't adorn his traveling cloak. He wound down the windy city streets looking for the right building. Severus had never been here before; he was sent on a mission by Albus Dumbledore. A mission of research.
Severus was charged with locating a specific book. Only one known copy existed in the world and it was kept, strictly, by the Magical Congress of the United States of America. In order to access this book, one had to petition and get approval in advance. The book's rarity and value was not to be checked out under any circumstance. The book could not leave its special restricted section within the National Hall of Wizarding History and Records. Dumbledore had made the necessary arrangements and sent Severus in his stead. The book potentially held knowledge of horcruxes and it was Severus's task to confirm this.
He entered the building that was his destination. A twenty story high rise full of professional offices. But Severus's stop was not on any of the floors above. He stepped off the main lobby into a janitor's closet. It was an innocuous room, small, cramped. It contained two metal shelves full of cleaning products, a wheeled mop bucket, deep plastic sink and several mops and brooms that leaned against a corner.
Severus searched the metal shelf until he found what he was looking for. A large, old dirty bottle of cleaner labeled "RAD!" He tapped the jug with his wand. Immediately the shelf began to quiver, then shake. The shelves folded up and out of the way revealing an ornately tiled alcove through which he was easily able to step through.
Proceeding forward, Severus dried the dampness of his coat using a drying spell as he passed under a large carved wooden sign reading: "Library of MACUSA - Restricted, Antique and Dangerous"
He stepped further in. This was but one small wing of the vast library. This section contained only the oldest, rarest, and darkest of magical books.
Severus's boot steps were the only sound echoing off the hard wooden floors as he approached the counter where sat a witch, her nose buried in a book. Severus cleared his throat to get her attention. The woman looked up, she had dark smokey, hooded eyes, but Severus really paid no mind to her. He pulled a small slip of paper from the inner pocket of his coat.
"I require access to this book." He said placing the slip of parchment on the desk and sliding it forward to her. "I believe you'll find all the necessary arrangements made ahead of time."
The woman took the slip with long slender fingers, made to look even longer from her dark painted and pointed fingernails.
She read the title written on the paper and looked back up at him."Severus Snape, I presume?" She said, pulling a separate thick, leather bound binder towards herself. Severus grunted in confirmation as she opened the tome and flipped through the pages, running a long fingernail down the columns it contained. She stopped when she found what she was looking for.
"May I see your wand, Mr. Snape?
"Professor," He corrected, handing his wand to her outstretched hand.
She studied the wand to ensure no tampering had been done to it and handed it back to him.
"Everything appears to be in order" She said professionally. She stood and walked around her counter, her shoes making a delicate, but very pronounced clicking on the floors.
"Follow me, Professor." She said gliding past him a few paces ahead leaving him to stare at her posterior. Severus could only observe her dark silhouette. She wore a dark vintage dress with a tight bodice revealing curves possessed of a fully developed woman. The skirt fell to her ankles where she wore simple black heeled shoes.
His boots sounding heavy and rough on the wooden floors, her's clicked quick and lightly. The two sounds created a tempo that was lost as the beat was absorbed by the soft binding of the books that surrounded them.
She rounded a final corner, pulling her wand from her sleeve. She tapped a golden lamp which sat upon an otherwise empty table. The lamp illuminated with a warm yellow glow. "Wait here." She said pulling out a chair indicating for him to sit.
Severus met her eye contact. She looked mature, perhaps his age, she had her hair pulled back in a classic cliched librarian bun. Her hair was a dark brown, matching the many leather bound books on the shelves behind her. Her face was long and slender, and her neck even more so. Severus did not let his gaze venture lower.
She spun around and disappeared down a row of bookshelves, the tapping of her heels fading in the distance.
Severus stood a moment, then removed the heavy wool coat, draping it on the empty chair beside his. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. His stomach growled. The delays to his travels left him no room to eat since arriving. He sat down at the table. A moment later, click,click,click of the librarian's shoes announced her re-emergence, a small, but thick book in her hands.
She set it down in front of him. "Shall I bring you some parchment and a quill?" but afforded him no time to reply. He watched her spin around again, her dark hourglass silhouette disappeared around another shelf.
Severus studied the outside of the book first. It was small, but very thick. This was one of the only surviving copies of the personal journals of Meryn the Malicious, an evil, dark wizard of the middle ages. Merwyn was an inventor of many curses, jinxes, and hexes in his early life and rumored to have laid the foundation of magic required for horcruxes.
The librarian returned and silently placed a pot of ink, a quill and stack of parchment on the table before Severus. As quick as she appeared, she whirled away again, giving him no opportunity to respond.
Severus, reset his attention to the journal. He began to read through the old yellow pages, turning them delicately. Much time went by, Severus could hear the occasional patron approach the librarian. He could hear her shoes tapping on the hardwood floors as she traveled the labyrinth of shelves, but she hardly passed his way at all and he was thankful for the secluded work space. His stomach growled again as the hours passed, but Severus spent as much time as he was afforded working through the pages looking for interesting runes, or any evidence that might be useful to the work Dumbledore had been doing.
"Professor Snape." He was nearly startled. The Librarian had returned, he had become so engrossed in his work he did not hear her shoes on the floor. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but the library will be closing in 30 minutes. We will re-open in the morning at 9:00 am." Severus leaned back in his chair, pulling a pocket watch from his waist coat 4:30 pm. He grunted in acknowledgment.
"You can leave the book on the table when you are done. I'll put it away." And she dashed away again.
Twenty-five minutes later, Severus stacked his notes together, folded them and stashed them in the inner pocket of his coat as he put it back on. He left the book on the table as instructed and proceeded to the exit. The librarian gave him a curt nod as he passed her counter.
"Have a good evening." She said as he ignored her.
The next morning at precisely 9:00 am Severus returned to the library. The same witch from before sat at the desk reading the same book she had the day prior. He did not need to command her attention. She looked up as she heard the hard heavy steps of his boots approach.
"Good morning." She said simply with a small, professional smile.
She stood and turned to approach him from around her counter. "This way, Professor." She said and without any hesitation, complication or delay, led Severus back to the same table. She wore a similar dark dress to that of the one from the day before. Only where yesterday's dress had long sleeves, today's dress did not, which revealed her shoulders and collarbones. He noted today's dress had the same tightly cinched bodice as the previous.
She rounded the same table, tapping her wand to the same lamp and the yellow glow spread across the table's surface. She pulled the same chair out and silently indicated for him to take a seat. Severus remained in place and removed the heavy jacket, placing it in its same resting place as he did yesterday. She spun around and off down the shelves.
Another moment later, the clicking of her heels alerted Severus to the delivery of the book he had been tasked with studying. She leaned in somewhat close as she set it on the table before him. Severus caught the scent of patchouli wafting from her. And then as fast as she swooped in, she was gone again, only returning for one more moment with fresh ink, a quill and more parchment. She leaned over once more to place them gingerly upon the table. For the briefest of moments, Severus caught a glimpse down the bodice of her dress revealing the dark lace of her undergarments beneath. The moment lasted only a fraction of a second. Severus was hardly sure it happened at all, before the librarian left again. Severus sat a moment thankful that she was quick, professional, organized and most importantly, bothered him very little. Pushing the librarian from his mind, Severus refocused his attention to the book and for several hours, the only sounds he heard at all came from the scratching of his quill as he made notes.
Severus checked his pocket watch occasionally being mindful of the time. Around 2:00 pm, he heard the clicking of the librarian's shoes approach. He expected to hear them turn down an aisle of books, or continue past him, but the clicking stopped at the table. Severus looked up at her as she placed a steaming hot mug on the table beside him and sat in the chair opposite him.
"Forgive my intrusion. I hope the tea will make a fair peace offering for interrupting your work. It's Earl Grey." Severus set his quill down, a look of frustration furrowing his brow. "Can you please confirm how long you will be here for? How long do you need this book?"
Severus looked at the tea, and then back to her. "Until tomorrow'' he said simply. She regarded him for a moment, not saying anything. An uncomfortable silence was forming. Severus spoke, trying to suppress his mild annoyance at her presence. "I can't imagine you allow all your patrons to have tea among these rare books?"
"No," She replied sharply. "But you look like a man who can handle a cup of tea without spilling it."
Severus wondered why she wasn't leaving. There was a very pregnant pause as she regarded him. He considered using ligilimens to read her thoughts, but thought better of it. He remembered the importance of this research and didn't want to jeopardize it. The last thing he wanted was to be denied access to this book. If she had the ability to feel his presence trying to penetrate her mind, she may take offense and cut off his access to the journal.
The librarian suddenly sat forward. She picked up his quill and a fresh piece of parchment. "I like to cook on occasion. Hobby of mine, and I think I'm quite good at it. I'm sure you already have plans, but if they fall through…" She scratched on the parchment. "Here is my address. It's not far from here. You would be welcome to join me at 7:00." She replaced the quill in the inkpot and left the parchment on the table where she sat.
Severus was confused by the was utterly unexpected. "You are inviting me into your home?... For dinner?"
She nodded curtly.
"Why?" he said with an eyebrow raised in suspicion. "I'm not exactly sociable."
"Neither am I, but sometimes an awkward silence is better than a silent silence.
And now it was Severus who regarded her for a moment. Her comment was poignant and profound, one that he could understand and empathize with. "Thank you for the tea.'' He said as she stood.
She paused one more time before turning to go. "My name is Kindred." And then she turned, her heels clicking away as she left.
Severus sat expressionless, digesting the odd interaction that just occurred.
He picked his quill back up and returned to his research. He continued to read and occasionally check his watch for the time and kept his ears open listening for the clicking of her heels, but they never sounded. When 5:00 pm approached he collected his days worth of notes, re-adorned his coat and headed out.
The librarian was not at her desk when he passed by it to leave.
Severus returned to the small private room of the wizarding hotel he was staying at. He laid his days worth of work on the small desk to compare them to the research from the day before. His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten since leaving the library the day before. The hotel had a small shabby kitchen he was able to purchase a sandwich from. Severus didn't recall seeing any other wizarding place to buy food between his two points of interest. Nor was he quite in a mood to explore the city.
Severus stared at the address on the parchment that had been folded up with his notes. He considered the proposition from a purely health related standpoint. The woman was clean, neat, organized and her tea was decent enough. The hotel's kitchen smelled sour, his feet stuck to the floor, a large rotund wizard with more body hair than a wooley mammoth served him.
Severus frowned at the address. Huron Street. His hotel was on Erie street, the librarian was only a block away.
He put the paper back down and tried to focus on the notes. A little while later he was interrupted by his hunger again. His eye got caught on the address she provided once again. He looked at the clock. It was 6:45 pm. Severus grunted at his displeasure in his options, but picked up his coat and headed out.
"Come in" she said simply. She wore the polite professional smile that she greeted him with this morning. She had changed clothes from the black bodiced dress to a tight black silk blouse and pants that hugged the curves of her hips and thighs. Her hair was still in its typical bun, but she wore it a little looser, he noted.
"I suppose I should apologize. I know proper etiquette dictates I should have brought a gift for hosting me."
She merely shrugged. "Have a seat. What would you like to drink? I have wine, brandy, whiskey, and tequila. Or something tamer if you prefer."
Severus was slightly surprised at the abundance of alcohol she kept in stock, but thankful she had something stronger than pumpkin juice.
Her apartment was very small, he noted as he removed his coat to hang on a hook by the door. A tiny living room contained a dark maroon couch. She had set up a small table with two place settings in the middle of the room. There was a closed door opposite to the entrance, he assumed to be the bedroom, and a small archway which seemed to lead to a modest galley style kitchen.
The place was decorated with a dark minimalist motif. An abstract painting of a werewolf surrounded by dense forest hung above the couch, and the only light sources came from a small purple shaded lamp next to the couch and the yellow light that poured through the archway of the kitchen. There were no photographs, no hint that she had family or even friends.
His inspection of the apartment was interrupted by her stare. He realized she was still waiting on his drink order.
"Whatever you are drinking." He said with a faint shrug. She nodded and turned disappearing into the kitchen.
Severus sat at the small table.
She reappeared a moment later gently handing him a hobnail glass with a pale pink liquid and ice.
"Its tart.''She said, taking the second chair at the table opposite him. A similar glass in her hand.
Severus brought the glass to his mouth sniffing its contents before sipping. It smelled of lime, hints of cherry and mixed with some type of liquor, tequila, probably. He slowly sipped holding the concoction in his mouth which confirmed his olfactory assessment. It was, as she warned, tart, but bright and pleasant on the tongue. She sipped hers too while staring at him. She was leaning back in her chair, legs crossed and her wand dangled between two of her long slim fingers.
The uncomfortable silence, as expected, grew between them. Severus felt compelled to break it. "What meal are you preparing?" He asked.
"Lamb. With vegetables. I hope that's alright."
"I'm not a picky eater," He replied. "I'd probably eat anything you put in front of me."
The silence clung low between them like a dense fog until she was the one who broke it next.
"You seem quite fastidious…. A quality I can admire."
"I was thinking something similar about you."
"Were you now?" She questioned with a smirk. She took another sip from her glass. "I've been trying to read your thoughts. I guess I'm not the legilimens I thought I was."
Severus returned her smirk. He was an accomplished legilimens himself. Possibly the best in the world. It astounded and impressed him that he could not feel her presence trying to penetrate him. He wanted to tell her that would mean she is actually, quite good, but he did not like to reveal that he possessed occlumency or legilimency prowess.
"I should take offense that you would try without my consent" He replied instead.
"I won't try again. Food should be just a few more minutes."
Another silence began to grow between them, but she did eventually speak again. "I'm not a very chatty person." She said factually with no sound of being apologetic for it.
"Nor am I."
"In that case," She began, "I'd like to get straight to the point. May I ask you a personal question?"
Severus was quite surprised by her boldness, but appreciated her honesty and unapologetic nature. "You may ask, but I may not answer if I find the question too invasive."
"It will be invasive, but you won't have to answer."
They both sipped their drinks. Severus's curiosity was piqued. "Go on, ask your question."
"Do you enjoy sex, Professor?"
Severus raised an eyebrow, completely caught off guard. Managing to maintain his composure, he sipped again. "That is, indeed, straight and to the point." He was not entirely sure how to answer. "Very bold of you to ask."
"I enjoy it." She admitted in reply. "But I don't enjoy dating, or being very social. Most men find me attractive, at least conventionally. My proposals rarely get rejected."
"Do you make these proposals often?"
"Only to men with qualities I admire."
Severus afforded a rare smile at the compliment. "Is this a proposal, then?"
"I hope you don't think it's an imposition?"
"I don't think it's an imposition." His smile stayed at the corners of his mouth, amused by her bold nature. Severus was finding this librarian more and more interesting.
"Do you find me attractive?" She asked. "At least, in a conventional way?"
Severus stole a moment of thought as he sipped from his glass once more. He studied her face a moment and recalled watching her curvy silhouette gliding through the library among her bookshelves adorned with the tight bodiced dresses. "You are not unattractive," he began. She was sipping from her own glass, an expression across her face beckoning him to elaborate. "You have a lovely face, particularly your eyes. They become you. Your body has an appeal unto itself with your hourglass shape. Any man would easily find you attractive, in a more than conventional sense"
Severus traveled to America with no thoughts or ambition to seek out a casual encounter. These thoughts were far from his mind since he was here with a task to complete, but he considered for a moment that he already had hours worth of notes and research. Surely he could allow himself an evening off. This woman, odd that she was, he found intriguing, and now, alluring.
"If you're proposing what I think you are proposing, I must tell you, I have certain conditions."
She maintained the same look beckoning him to elaborate.
"I don't do romance. I don't do cuddles, I will not whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Most women find me intimidating, frightening even."
"I am not an innocent little lamb who is easy to startle."
"No you certainly are not a lamb. Perhaps a wolf in librarian's clothes?"
She breathed the tiniest chuckle into her glass as she finished its contents, Severus finished his as well.
"Will you mind if we wait for dinner then? I don't like having sex on a full stomach. I prefer to be hungry." She let the last words go teasingly slow.
He nodded.
"Another drink then, or are we both done being chatty?"
"I believe we wasted enough time."
She smiled deviously and stood up. "Give me just a moment." She left to the kitchen and reemerged a moment later. Stepping up to him she held out her hand.
"And where are you taking me?" he inquired.
"My bedroom."
Severus grinned and gripped her hand tightly as he stood up. This being the first time they stood so close together, he was taller than her by several inches. She looked up into his eyes.
"This way" She said a glint of enjoyment at the firmness of his grip. She turned and led him to the closed door and beyond to her bed.
The next room was much the same as the first. Very minimally decorated. He noted a similar style painting as the lycan in the living room, but this painting depicted an old ship with a kraken's tendrils pulling it down into the sea against a stormy backdrop. Her bed was small and simple with dark linens. He noted a vanity which held a few cosmetics and an ornate perfume bottle. There was one small lamp, a twin to the purple shaded lamp of the living room. It lit the small room intimately.
She had let go of his hand and walked to her vanity kicking off her shoes and pulling a single bobby pin which released the bun from its constraints. Her dark brown hair tumbled below her shoulders. She gave it a quick tussle allowing its waves to free themselves. Severus watched her intently, studying her body more now that their meeting had grown from simple and professional to intimately personal. He recounted the description he gave of her, but now so many more physical traits struck out to him about her. She carried herself with an air of maturity. It was obvious she was very comfortable in her own body. Her curves swayed with her movements in an almost mesmerizing way. Her wrists were thin and elegant. Severus caught himself staring at the long slender finger tips and the sharp looking nails she kept darkly manicured. He was lost in thought as she strode back around to face him closely, staring up at him.
"Your eyes are very dark." She said.
Severus made no reaction to the compliment. He placed each of his hands on her arms and allowed his fingers to move upwards, slowly over her shoulders then along her long thin neck finally resting as they cupped her face. He bent down slightly to kiss her. Soft at first, and then her lips parted allowing her tongue to trace his mouth until he opened and invited her in. She kissed deeply, and was not shy to explore. He matched her intensity guiding her up closer to him. He felt her lift onto her tiptoes, her hands upon his chest, her fingers sliding along the seams of his shirt but he stopped her when she attempted to unbutton his waistcoat.
"I would see you first." He said breaking their kiss.
"Have a seat." She said simply. Obliging to his command she took a step back from him as he sat, never once taking his eyes off her. She began with the button of her tight pants, releasing it from its buttonhole then pinching the small metal tab of her zipper, bringing it down and revealing dark lace panties beneath. Thin and delicate. She bent slowly to free her legs and stepped out and closer to Severus. She stood still for a moment letting him observe her hips and thighs, her pale skin nearly fluorescent in the lamplight. He brought his hands first to her hips causing her to take one more step closer to him. She then began to unbutton her silk blouse. As she began to work the fastens at the top, Severus's hands remained upon her hips letting his thumbs feel the soft skin of her body. Her navel was peeking out under the garment as he circled his thumbs over her smooth skin. Severus bent forward and gingerly kissed along the waist of her panties, softly letting his tongue taste her skin. The intoxicating smell of patchouli was rising from her.
Her hands met at the final button freeing the fabric that clung so tightly to her breasts. She pulled the shirt apart and shook her shoulders slightly, freeing it, and allowing it to pool to the floor. Severus continued to kiss her, finding new landing spots that hadn't been tasted yet. She moved her fingers into his hair, letting her sharp nails rake his scalp. The sensation caused Severus to let out a deep sigh.
She next positioned one of her knees alongside him, then the other, straddling him. His hands had moved to her back, hungrily mapping out the vertebrae of her spine. She continued her scalp massage, wanting to hear him sigh more. She found the sound erotic, thinking this is a man who does not let his pleasure be known often.
His mouth continued to trace along her body, once atop him, he was able to kiss her chest and did so fervently. The lace of her bra becoming an annoyance, he found the clasp in the back and swiftly released it. Then, letting his hands feel from her spine, along her ribs and finally finding their way beneath the underwire of the bra. She let out a breath as his fingertips found their way to her nipples, circling, caressing, pinching slightly. He wouldn't let her guess the next sensation to expect. The bra was soon discarded among her other garments on the floor.
Wanting to remedy the imbalance, she pulled back from his embrace. "I believe you are overdressed, Professor." She stepped off him crouching to her knees on to the floor at his feet. She started untying the laces of his boots working the bonds delicately. Severus wasn't sure if she was being so slow because she was teasing him or because she didn't want to break one of those long nails. He noted to himself he hoped one didn't break. The sensation of her fingertips was divinely seductive through his scalp, and he wanted to feel them scratching into his back. He continued to watch her work one boot, then the next, letting his gaze study her wrists once more.
Once his feet were bare she laid each of her hands upon his thighs, caressing them up and down. Dragging her nails over the fabric of his trousers and then to the buckle of his belt. Severus let his eyes close and leaned backwards resting onto his elbows allowing her better access to the clasp. She grabbed the slack of the belt and pulled sharply, Severus felt the tight tug of the belt, then the release as its prong was loosened from its stopper. Once the belt was free, she positioned her hand to the button to undo it and its zipper next.
Severus grabbed the waist of his pants and rose up slightly to pull them off along with his own under garments. His cock was hard and waiting for her as it was revealed from beneath.
Her mouth soon met his bare thighs; kissing and teasing his groin as she ignored the swollen member. Finally, she grasped his shaft, squeezing it. She had a delicate, but firm grip that only a woman could. He watched her thin wrists stroking up and down. Felt her long, thin fingers closed around him. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensations.
When he opened his eyes again, she was looking up at him. Her mouth was a hair's width away from the tip. Her eyes flashing deviously. The visual nature was nearly enough for him.
Bringing her mouth over the erection, she parted her lips. He could feel her breath on the tip. Finally, what felt like an eternity later, her tongue made its first contact. Light at first, teasing. Severus wanted to let his head roll backwards, but he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Tasting the taught flesh and wanting more, She circled her tongue over the head.
Another deep sigh escaped him. This encouraged her even more. She lifted the shaft up and licked from the base to the tip. He shuddered. She did this a few more times, playing with him. Finally she reached back to the tip and then kissed it. She stayed at the top of his cock, making out with the flesh and tasting the pre-cum that escaped. She wanted more of it. His cock was firm and thick. She wasn't sure how deep into her throat she could bring him, but intended to do her best.
He grunted, suppressing his climax. It was taking every ounce of willpower he had holding it back. She took as much into her mouth as she could, salivating to make it wet and slick. This made it easier to take more into her throat. His sighs were sounding more and more like moans.
He couldn't remember the last time receiving pleasure like this from a woman, and he certainly didn't remember it feeling this good. He wanted to finish, but he wanted her body more. He was torn, in the throes of pleasure, feeling nearly his entire cock in her mouth.
"Good girl" He said. She looked up at him when he said these words, striking him with those eyes again, Then she plunged her mouth down again, further this time.
She continued up and down, turned on by the sounds he made. She felt a sense power over him. Thinking he's a man who rarely relinquished power.
"Enough" It took a lot out of him to muster up the word.
She slowly released his cock from her mouth sucking the head of it one last time before finally letting go. Severus sat up and grabbed her, pulling her to her feet. He pulled her panties down so she was fully naked standing before him. He was not surprised to find her sex was also well manicured. He sat back leaning onto his elbows once more inviting her to make the next move. She straddled him once again and attempted to undo the buttons of the garments still covering his torso. He did not stop her this time. She made quick work of the many buttons between his waist coat and dress shirt. Once discarded, he noticed her glance at the dark mark which tarnished his arm. For a brief moment, he was unsure if she would stop. Surely she knew its symbolism. The worry faded instantly though as she continued to kiss him deeply enjoying that he matched her ferocity. She moved her mouth to kiss his neck. She explored his back with her fingertips.
"Does the wolf have claws?"He growled into her ear. She smiled and moaned softly in response, but understanding what he was asking for, gripped the skin of his lower back and raked her long sharp fingernails upward. Severus inhaled deeply as she did. "Very good," he whispered and she repeated her raking in a downward glide this time. She was beginning to grind her body against his cock. He could feel the slick moisture of her. He grabbed her arms tightly and suddenly lifted her up and threw her down onto the bed.
A sharp surprised whimper escaped her. He positioned himself on top of her, his cock at her entrance. Feeling the wetness and how her legs were guiding him into her as they wrapped around him. But he needed no guidance. He entered her and as so, she let out a moan that he recognized as pain. His thrust hurt her, and he could feel the tightness of her body as he entered. He held still, in a rare moment of politeness, to allow her pain to subside before he began his steady rocking motion. He had to show some form of gratitude for her hospitality.
He felt her nails digging into the skin of his ass and understood that as his cue; she was ready for him to proceed. He went slow at first, savoring the sweetness of her folds, but soon quickened his pace. His rhythm was encouraged by her legs which encircled him tightly. He continued to kiss and taste the skin of her neck and collar bones as he pushed himself deep within her with each thrust. Her moans were rhythmic, almost lyrical. Then he felt her pushing at his side, in a wordless request for him to roll over.
And it was his turn to oblige. He rolled over to the other side of the small bed watching her intently for her to make her next move. She climbed atop him, sinking deep onto his cock, lowering herself slowly but rose again quickly. She continued to ride atop him, her nails now scratching along his chest, her heated breath escaping with her moans. She was gaining momentum, taking what she wanted from him. Severus felt her building towards her climax, the pace becoming more erratic, her breathing becoming more labored. Her hair was becoming messy and she pulled one hand up in an attempt to control her waves from covering her face. Severus, in another unusual gesture, lifted his hand up and stroked her hair behind her ear. "Yes!" She moaned audibly.
Severus let a moan escape as well, she was intense, wet, hot; the friction was creating pleasure Severus felt he was over do for.
"Hold still!" She seemed to beg, he could feel she was nearly at the edge. The precipice of her own release and the reason she wanted him to join her that night. In this moment, he was nothing more than a means to an end for her. He rather liked that thought. Most of his prior encounters he took only what he wanted and left. He cared little for the woman to achieve her own finish. He enjoyed how the librarian had turned the tables on him. She was a lone wolf, indeed.
She cried out once more as he felt her walls begin to contract. Severus grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. Savoring her orgasm as much as she was. As it washed over her, he could feel her body shudder, her grinding hips involuntarily trying to break away, but he held her in place and forced her to continue until it had dissolved. She was panting, sweat beading above her lip, her moans had become whimpers, begging to be released from his captivity.
"Good, wolf" He said as he sat up and kissed her deeply again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, he could feel her lips curling to a smile as he continued to press his mouth to hers, their tongues making love as much as they were.
He grabbed at her shoulders once more and pulled her whole body to his side, off of him as he sat up. She rose upon her knees, placing her elbows into the bed as he positioned himself behind her. He gripped her hips and drove himself into her. She moaned again, still feeling the aftershocks of her own pleasure.
She dropped her shoulders into the bed and arched her back. She was moaning loudly again, he could tell he was reaching places within her she rarely got to feel. He kept his hands on her hips, she was bucking up against him, meeting his thrusts and moaning with every inch he delivered into her.
In and out he continued to thrust, feeling his own climax getting nearer.
He enjoyed every moment in this position. Every moan she let out and the wet tight feeling of her sex.
Severus gave a half moan, half grunt, as she was bringing him even closer. He thrust harder and now it was he who was becoming erratic, losing control. He was about to let himself go when he felt her walls begin to tighten once more. Wanting to feel her orgasm around his cock again, he held on. His own moans escaping more frequently. He thrust harder, gripped her hips tighter, closed his eyes to concentrate. Then he felt it, her final push into ecstasy. The waves of her orgasm breaking down the dam that contained his own. He was breathing sharply as his seed spilled into her, she continued bucking backwards. This time not letting him go until she was ready. He slowed his pace as his body was sated with pleasure, she eventually slowed as well, finding rhythm again as both their orgasms subsided. Finally reaching a lull in the pleasure, he pulled his spent cock from within her and let his body fall to the bed.
She sat up on her knees. She took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders back in a stretch as she cocked her neck from side to side. "I'll be back in just a moment." She stood and exited the bed, leaving Severus alone. He was glad for the moment of solitude to recollect himself. He laid naked, catching his breath and letting the high of the encounter settle down.
She stole away into a bathroom off to the side. The door closed, a light came on. He could hear a toilet flush, then a sink faucet turn on. After several minutes, she re-emerged wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a plain muggle t-shirt. "Feel free to freshen up. Have a shower if you like. You'll find everything you need in there. I'm going to finish up dinner. Take your time." She exited the bedroom. Severus took another minute or two to himself, he had almost forgotten how hungry he was and now, doubly so. He got up and explored the bathroom where he found a towel, fresh bar of soap and even a bathrobe that she had laid out. "Very fastidious" he thought to himself and chose to utilize all the resources she afforded him.
When he emerged he found his clothes neatly folded and laid on the bed waiting for him. Using a drying charm, he magiked the dampness from his skin and hair, readorned his clothing and reentered the sitting room. He found two fresh tall goblets of ice water upon the table. Severus took a long drink from his, and while doing so, the librarian re-appeared with two heavily laden plates of food. She set the plates down as he sat but turned and headed back to the kitchen.
The plate contained a large rare lamb steak, roasted potatoes and asparagus. She returned with two cocktails and set one in front him.
Severus cut into the meat and brought it to his nose. Being a double agent had him in the habit of sniffing everything before he consumed it. It smelled of rosemary and garlic, parsley, sage, and thyme. He ate.
"This is exquisite" He commented as she took a small bite from her own plate.
"Thank you." She said simply. They ate and drank in silence.
"More?" She asked when his plate was nearly empty.
"No. Your hospitality has been more than satisfactory." He replied.
"Your company has been deeply appreciated." She replied with a devious smirk. Severus returned it. She stood and picked up the plates to put them away. While she was gone, Severus stood and proceeded to retrieve his coat by the door.
She stood in the archway of the kitchen and watched him pull the coat on. "I'm sure it goes without saying…" She said trailing off.
"You are a very gracious host." He replied.
"Have a good evening." She said simply, she also re-adorned her polite, professional smile, but allowed her eyes to observe him from bottom to top. Severus did the same. Their eyes met once more in a moment of silence neither feeling it to be awkward. Then Severus turned and left.
The next morning, at 9:00 am, Severus returned to the library for his final opportunity to study. His heavy boots again sounded roughly on the floor. He approached the librarian one final time. Her nose was once again buried in her book. She looked up at him as he approached her counter. It was as if the evening before had never happened. She donned her professional smile, and a dark, tight dress. She stood and stepped around leading him back to his secluded table, motioned for him to sit in his same chair and left to retrieve his same book, parchment, quill and ink. She said no other words and was quick, and professional. She made absolutely no useless chatter, but he also did not expect any from her. He observed her hourglass swaying in its mesmerizing way, but she left him alone and Severus resumed the task he had been assigned.
Severus was extra focused on his notes owing to the fact that he had to make the long journey back to Hogwarts at the end of the day. He was determined not to let his thoughts drift off to his encounter with the librarian. He never looked at his pocket watch, his focus too determined and he didn't notice the clicking of the heels on the hardwood floor.
"Forgive my interruption, Professor." Said the librarian. "But the library will be closing in 30 minutes" He looked up at her, she made no facial expression, but neither did he.
Severus leaned back in his chair, pulled the pocket watch from his waist coat. It was 4:30 pm. "Thank you" He said in acknowledgment.
"You can leave the book on the table when you are done. I'll put it away." And she turned, disappearing amongst the book shelves.
Thirty minutes later, Severus stacked his notes together, folded them and stashed them in the inner pocket of his coat as he put it back on. He had collected more than enough notes to satisfy Dumbledore's requirements. He left the book on the table as instructed and proceeded to the exit.
"Have a good evening, Professor" The librarian said as he exited. Severus paid her the courtesy of a professional nod as he passed her desk towards the exit. For a brief moment, her expression changed to the devious grin he had seen the night before, then returned to her same polite, professional smile.
It was the very early morning hours when Severus arrived back at Hogwarts. The stack of parchment pulled from his coat pocket was placed upon Dumbledore's desk.
Albus surveyed the notes as Severus stood waiting for his approval. "Very good work, Severus. Very diligent, but I expected nothing less of you." Dumbledore said as he reviewed the abundance of notes that laid before him.
"Of course, Headmaster," Severus replied. "I'm pleased the trip was fruitful." He gave a short bow and turned to leave.
"Oh Severus!" Called Dumbledore, before he could reach the exit. Severus stopped and turned. "Did you get the pleasure of meeting Ms. Villalobos?"
Severus raised an eyebrow.
"Kindred Villalobos, the librarian. I met her whilst there a few years ago. She is a very sweet woman. And an excellent cook."
