Just You Wait

Chapter 10 - The Bed

Curtain Calls

As he resumed his slow exploration of her mouth, Severus began to map her body with his hands. His right arm, which bore his weight, was constrained to caressing her left breast and shoulder. With his left, he slowly marked a path from her soft white throat across her chest, down her sensitive solar plexus and tummy, across her hips and thighs, and finally, Oh, FINALLY, to the aching, swollen flesh beneath her wet curls. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and anticipation into his mouth when his skilled fingers began to coax her legs open.

He touched her inner thighs with butterfly strokes, raking her skin gently with his short nails. With patient, methodical slowness, he allowed his fingers to rove over her sex; first playing with the thatch of neat brown ringlets, pressing lightly on the padding beneath it; tracing the line of downy hair around her outer lips, and brushing the backs of her thighs as she lifted her knees slightly to grant him easier access.

After her hours of torture and anticipation, she was wetter than he had ever felt her, even in his fantasies. Her thighs were literally slick with moisture, and the slightest touch of her lips left his fingers dripping. As he embarked on an exploration of her labia, and the crevices that held her secrets, she began tossing her head and emitting a series of guttural, inarticulate sounds. As he moved lazily in and out of her folds, she swivelled her hips around madly, trying to brush her clit against his hand. In a moment of - mercy? compassion? - he decided to put her out of her misery. He watched her with a mixture of lust and detached satisfaction as she bucked and writhed under his hand.

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"Oh finally," she sighed, looking at her husband with hooded eyes.

"Yes, finally," Snape replied with a cryptic smile, reaching back over his shoulder to retrieve the small bottle by the bedside. At that moment, with his aching erection pressing against his trousers, lying next to his beautiful wife whose pleasure and satisfaction were so strong that he could taste them in the air around her, his only desire was to strip off his clothes, slide on top of her and make slow, sweet love to her. It was what she wanted; he could see from the _expression on her face - but Oh, if he couldn't restrain himself for another 20 minutes or so, he would never be able to look at himself in the mirror. Soon...

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The feeling of his fingers, delving and caressing, had been exquisite. More intense, more satisfying, than anything she could remember feeling before. Considering who her husband was, she had been prepared to endure a great deal more teasing than he actually dealt her, once he began touching her in earnest. It was almost a little disappointing to feel so soon the final strokes that lifted her into ecstasy. Her body still endured the torment of the oil, but Oh, the relief that orgasm brought. Enjoying her delightful satisfaction, she only half-noticed the tiny object in her husband's hand as he leaned back over her.

Her eyes widened as realisation dawned. "What's that for?" she asked apprehensively, as he removed the stopper and tipped the bottle onto his fingertips.

"Aah, pleasure has rendered you amnesiac, perhaps? Surely your memory is not so short, my love." As Severus reached down between her legs, she pressed them together defensively, then gasped and scissored them open at the sensations her actions evoked. Taking advantage of her akimbo stance, he slid his fingers between her swollen lips, resting them teasingly on the nub of her clit. Not bothering to be careful this time, he began moving his fingertips in a slow circle over her, caressing not only the sensitive pearl, but also the nerve-rich surrounding flesh.

His probing fingers instantly evoked the desired response. Much against her will, she felt the ropes of arousal tightening around her once again, and her body tensed involuntarily to help the swirling pads coax from her yet another climax. Breathing hard, she gripped the coverlet in her fingers, and never took her eyes off the face of her husband. He stared at her intensely, a small smile playing on his lips, his left hand and forearm the only part of his relaxed body to exhibit any movement at all. "Oh, oh...no..." she whispered as the lazy, insistent strokes played over her. His fingertips went round and round, defying her to resist going over the edge. When she felt so close that her heart almost stopped, he suddenly ceased circling his fingers, and stroked her up and down with his whole hand, working her body's copious juices over the fleshy mound that protected her sex. With a cry, she finally came and Severus took that moment to place his lips gently over hers, teasing his tongue into her mouth and seeming to fill her with pleasure even as it was coursing through her. Well, that certainly cleared my sinuses, was the odd thought that went through the one functioning corner of her brain.

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Without breaking their kiss, the instant Hermione's spasms ceased Severus had withdrawn his hand and tipped the little bottle onto his fingertips. Reaching back between her legs, he once again began applying pressure to her abused little organ, much rougher this time.

"Oh no, Severus - I can't..." Hermione pleaded, tugging ineffectually at her husband's sleeve. "My God, I can't come again!"

"Oh but you can, my sweet. The potion ensures it," Severus replied, expertly flicking and kneading her sensitive flesh. Hermione was so tired that she almost couldn't hold her legs up - any tension in her limbs brought irresistible tremors, and even her face felt tired from - frowning? smiling? She just couldn't tell. But the pressure of her husband's palm against the soft mound of her sex was insistent, irresistible, and the magic of the potent oil would not be denied.

"You do wish to take advantage of the situation, don't you? When you've been waiting so long..." Severus looked at her and Hermione felt her womb tighten with desire. She felt as limp as a rag doll, but with his warm body pressed against her and his expert hands plying her with pleasure, she felt the tug, and found she couldn't resist it.

Hermione's field of vision was diminishing with every passing moment, and with a groan of defeat she arched her back to press herself into Severus's hand.

Oh my God, I'm going to pass out, she thought. Severus ground the heel of his hand into the little triangle of dark hair, kneading her like bread dough. He rolled half on top of her and locked his lips onto hers, tangling his other hand into her tousled hair. "Oh, I want you so much Hermione," he said into her mouth as his hips bucked against hers. Instinctively she wrapped her free leg around his waist and pulled him to her, and, gasping for breath, her world erupted into an exploding galaxy of sparkles as Severus's passion and her lust pulled her over the edge yet again.

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Hermione opened her eyes, feeling as though she'd been asleep for hours. "Did I pass out?" she said, blinking as the dim room and Severus's face came back into focus.

"Mhm, for a moment or two. Do you feel alright?" he said solicitously, but with a touch of - triumph? in his smile. "Don't move. Breathe deeply. I'll return in a moment," he said as he arose from the bed and out of her line of vision.

Oh, Heaven and the starry sky above. She had never felt so relaxed, ever in her life. Every bone felt like rubber, every muscle like warm vanilla custard. Her last climax, earned at the dear price of all her energy, had been exactly what the Mediwitch ordered to banish the torturous, lingering agony of that oil of his.

At least, it should have...

"Darling," she said, the hoarseness in her voice a surprise to both of them, "did we, er..." she trailed off, not out of modesty, but because she couldn't think of the word and was too tired to imitate the motion.

"You mean, did I like some supercharged electron just whip in and take advantage of you during the seven seconds you were unconscious?" Severus returned to lie beside her, clad in a long black silk robe and matching pyjama bottoms. "No, my dear. I thought you'd had enough for tonight," he said gently, brushing the damp hair off her forehead. "You look about done in," he observed. "Shall we retire?"

Sleep. After all that tension, the effort of release... She should be craving rest, but... under the comforting blanket of satisfaction, under the layers of relaxed, warmed muscle and sinew, there was still something... at her core, an aching, swollen craving that still needed to be fulfilled.

"I want you inside me. Please." Her words were punctuated with an involuntary, restless twitching of her hips and thighs, and with a start she felt the warm, throbbing waves of desire returning. With a groan, she turned to look at Severus, her eyes a mute plea.

"Well, if you really want to," he said reluctantly, but the self-satisfied smirk on his face belied his words. You bastard! She thought as he reached out and trailed the back of his hand lazily down her front, from her collarbone to her belly, lighting a fire of sensitivity under it as he went.

Her mouth opened in a silent `O' of surprise. You planned this, didn't you? You knew that you'd be able to drag enough orgasms out of me to put me out cold, and that I'd still be ready for more when I woke up! I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do!!

Hermione grunted softly and her nostrils flared to try to take in as much air as possible, as her body, impossibly, awakened to a fresh wave of arousal under her husband's touch. This time in the role of lover rather than sadistic sex machine, he unfastened his robe and shrugged it off, then began to caress her with his mouth and hands.

Get Me To The Church On Time

Severus draped a leg over both of Hermione's, and trailed a path of kisses and almost-painful little nips down her throat and left shoulder. His hand crept up her side and came to rest just below her breast, stroking and gently kneading the skin around the sensitive mound. His weight rested comfortingly on her and she felt him grow hard in the tight space between her belly and his.

"Please, Severus - I'm ready for you now," she said insistently. His touches were reawakening the sated nerve endings all over her body - and in her current condition, every spot seemed to send a signal directly to the little ribbon behind her navel. "Please..." she whimpered. Her insides were actually hurting with the absence of him. As he let his hand find her breast and gently squeeze and massage it, rolling the nipples lightly between his fingers, she wriggled and arched herself under him, urging him with her body to fill her and erase the ache inside.

Thankfully, his own arousal kept him from tarrying too long over her, and he swiftly knelt over her and settled himself with his weight on her hipbones. In this position he could play with her breasts properly, and as his wife undid the ties of his pyjamas and took his hard length in her hands, he played over her hardened nipples with the rough skin of his thumbs, then soothed them with slow caresses and kisses.

"Umg," he moaned through a mouthful of her creamy globes as she took his cock expertly in both hands. He was as rock-hard as before their first interlude, and the shaft quivered at her touch. Severus sat up and put his palms on his thighs, fixing his gaze on her with breathtaking intensity. The glans, she noticed, was a little red, probably from all the action tonight. Good. Serves him right if he's a little tender too, she thought gleefully. Feeling him made her breathless with desire, bucking her hips against his spare weight and becoming aware again of the agonizing magical power of the substance still coating her lips, her clit and the walls of her vagina.

Moving made it worse, as always, but she couldn't help it. Bringing her fingers to her mouth she licked them and, when they were well-moistened, used them to wet the tip of the shaft that pulsed over her belly. Severus sighed with pleasure when she began to expertly stroke him, squeezing her fingers up over the lip of the head and rubbing her thumb across it, gathering and spreading the moisture collected there. She could see her husband's chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths as he stared at her, lust and anticipation clouding the black irises. When his hips began to move in concert with her rocking thighs and hands, she wordlessly pushed him down towards her knees, and he complied without protest.

Rather than settling himself on top of her, Severus began to make his way down her body, kissing and stroking her as he went. "We still have to get that oil off you, my darling," he whispered.

"Oh Severus, I don't think I can come again," she replied as he knelt between her thighs and began to coax her knees up into the air.

"That's alright, Hermione. Just enjoy the sensation of it - relax, and imagine what it will be like when I slip inside you and fill you up. That's what you want, isn't it? It's what you've been waiting for."

She replied with a happy sigh as she felt her husband's tongue lapping the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Hermione felt like the whole bedroom was bathed in a golden glow, a cocoon of warmth and anticipation. Severus is right, she thought, I'll just relax and enjoy the sensations. No matter if I can't come again - that doesn't mean that I can't enjoy it. Her mind drifted pleasantly through the rhythm of his tongue, and she lazily twined her fingers into his soft hair.

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Her mind drifted back into focus at the odd but pleasant sensation of Severus blowing on the wet skin of her thighs. Uttering a little squeak, she wriggled in the strong arms that were clasped around her legs, and felt his chuckle tickle the moist curls that he playfully grasped in his mouth.

He grazed on the soft hair, grasping hunks of it with his lips, as she sighed and gasped with pleasure. When, she thought petulantly, when is he going to lick me like he said! Suddenly it was very important to feel his tongue on her, and she gave a little whine as if to urge him on.

Instead he continued to mouth her, blowing the tender flesh occasionally and laughing at her frustrated twists and squeals. Finally, she could stand it no longer. "Severus,..." she said plaintively, "please, please, get on with it?" His delighted laughter warned her, too late, that yet again she had walked into one of his traps. Urgh! Drat that man!

Then, Oh yes, then he finally Oh yes yes yesyesyes, let the tip of his tongue meet the swollen folds of her entrance. Uh...Uh-huh, Oh yes, please, there! Oh dear God thank you!!!! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! She bit her lip to resist the urge to wriggle and twist under his mouth, as his tongue probed her entrance, then her outer lips, lapping up the horrid, wonderful potion and sending jolts of exquisite pleasure all through her body.

He worked slowly, Gods, I can't stand it! the wet warmth methodically cleaning each throbbing inch of her, as her lower back twitched with ecstasy that travelled up her spine and sank with a quiver into the base of her skull.

After running the tip of his tongue along the line of downy hair at the top of her thighs, he began to work his way up her inner lips. Oh no, no no, Oh dear Merlin, PLEASE! Severus groaned with pleasure as he tasted her, and in response she arched her back and gasped - then she felt the unbelievable sensation of being filled... it felt like a huge, throbbing erection, but she realised that it was his fingers...

Oh, dear God, "Severus!!!" Hermione reached back and grabbed the headboard to keep from writhing off the bed as she felt the probing fingers begin to stroke her in rhythm with his lapping tongue. Slowly, too slowly, they made their way into her swollen depths, awakening a whole new realm of pleasure and expectation. Speaking of expectation, the soft, firm strokes of his tongue had not yet touched the place she most wanted - but even without that, the sensations of the coaxing fingers inside her were almost enough to make her black out again.

Finally, finally, in one move, Severus allowed his fingertips to stroke the sensitive spot of roughness inside her even as his tongue, spread wide and soft, lapped up to the tender nub that was the centre of Hermione's consciousness.

With a scream of frustration that must have sent the House Elves into conniptions, Hermione felt Severus pull away just enough to brush her clit teasingly with almost no more than air - then she began to weep with relief when he buried his face in her and lavished the aching nub with the softest, wettest caresses she had ever imagined...

And impossibly, gasping for breath between sobs, she felt her body slide effortlessly into climax. Her whole body arched and rocked as she held onto the headboard for dear life: the pleasure seemed to squeeze her heart in its fist, and she felt as though a stream of hot, thick lava was flowing from her husband's tongue into her belly. A cry of anguish escaped her and as the waves subsided, she clutched at Severus's arms and pulled him up on top of her with her last remaining strength. With her eyes closed, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and as he nudged into her, she marvelled in the wonderful feeling of his skin on hers.

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"Are you going to keep your eyes closed forever?"

Hermione cracked her lids open and saw the smiling face of her husband. Their hips rocked in unison as he moved inside her, gently and carefully filling every crevice of long-teased flesh. The feeling was heavenly! - after her exhausting orgasms, the caress of his cock on her tender walls was a blessed relief, stimulating but so satisfying at the same time. Hermione lost herself in Severus's gaze - his face, for once unguarded, was a map of their love - marked with lust, passion, tenderness, and a desire to please.

After that long night, their coupling was brief. Without breaking their eye contact, Severus gasped as he came inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as their movements eased.

For a long moment they just lay together, chest to chest, and looked into each other's eyes. Then Severus leaned down and kissed Hermione gently on the mouth, and she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. Finally, she spoke.

"What does the oil taste like?" she asked incongruously, and Severus made a face as he waved his wand, muttering a spell Hermione had never heard before. Without moving, either of them, all of a sudden they were under the covers. That's new, she thought.

"Bananas," he said matter-of-factly. Hermione made a face.

"Really?" she asked.

"No, of course not really." He rolled his eyes as he moved off her. "Are you daft? It tastes like you, my silly-nosed wife. Could you imagine me going at you like that if it tasted like bananas? Now I say!"

Suddenly it all seemed just too funny, and they both exploded into laughter. When they finally regained their breath, Hermione found herself resting in the crook of Severus's arm, with the sliver of moon their only light.

"There are no words to describe how I feel right now, Severus."

"Then don't try."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I love you."

"I love you too. More than you could ever imagine or know."

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They slept.

And the next day, and for several days after, the Headmaster searched vainly for the little bottle....

FIN

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A/N: The title, Just You Wait, is of course the title of a song in the musical My Fair Lady, which is based on the classic play, Pygmalion.
I've had this story written in my head for about a year, but I wanted to mention again Jewel of the Nile, Her Seventh Year, and other recent fics which have coincidentally and very beautifully depicted the delicious scenario of gentle restraint coupled with an overdose of ecstasy. Well done, ladies.

Those of you who have read my fic Dangerous Escapism (and if you haven't, why not? Go do it now) might recognise a certain...er... plot element related to Hermione that is present in both stories. Well...someone said recently that there are very few distinct plots related to SS/HG, so I'm in my niche, writing the same one over and over and over again.

But, admit it...Hermione deserves to be teased and tortured and deprived!! It's in her nature to take it, and in Snape's nature to give it, and in our nature to write about it...why fight fate? To deny our impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human. Now what's really gonna bake your noodle later on is trying to figure out where that quote is from. And would you still have wondered if I hadn't mentioned it?

I cribbed the notion of spelling blankets from below a body to above it from Riley's new Pawn to Queen chapters, although since her Severus was mumbling I didn't actually catch the name of the spell. If you haven't yet, you must read Pawn to Queen - find it at www.witchfics.org.