In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

In the Dungeon Deep and Dark – chapter 11







Severus and Georgia were the only ones on the train when it arrived. They drew an odd look from the trolley witch as she made her rounds. Being the normal Hogsmeade to London train, it had more stops than the Hogwarts Express, yet few people travelled on it and Severus and Georgia remained undisturbed. They sat comfortably together, Severus stretched his long legs out to rest on the seat opposite and Georgia curled her legs under herself on their seat, leaning against him comfortably, his arm round her shoulder. The journey was long and soon it began to get dark. By the time they reached Birmingham the relaxing movement of the carriage and the soothing clatter of the wheels lulled them into sleep in the comfortable position they were in. When they awoke, they found themselves hungry for one another’s touch once more.



“What?” he asked when he found her looking at him strangely.



“You promised we’d have some fun on the train.” She said with a brazen smile.



“You’re right, I did.” He smirked, pulling her to him and kissing her slowly and thoroughly, expressing his love and passion as their lips and tongues met and his hands explored her body. Long slow and deep he kissed her, languidly and carefully now they were in no danger from discovery. His kisses brought a fire to life in Georgia’s body. She wanted him so much; wanted to feel him touch every part of her at once. She couldn’t think straight enough to hold in her moans as he kissed her ear, jaw, neck, throat; concentrating on her sensitive spots as he moved along her shoulder.



Her moans and the wanton look on her face drove him to distraction. He wanted her so much, but he was determined to take his time this time. After months of surviving on only stolen kisses and hurried quickies in classrooms, he wanted to take the time to appreciate her. After all, they were still hours from London. She arched her back towards him, wordlessly encouraging him to explore her further, willing him to touch her breasts. He understood her silent plea and with a flick of his wand, the compartment windows were covered with blinds. Another whispered spell locked the door and he slowly removed her dress again, casting it over his shoulder as he bore down on her with a feral, smouldering look in his eyes. She had never seen him so intense before and she felt a little afraid and nervous. He pulled her to him once more, kissing her hard, possessively.



“Mine.” He growled deep in his throat, pinning her to the seat.



“Yes Severus, yours, fuck yes.” She gasped.



He pulled back from her suddenly and stood, confusing her for a moment. She understood when he began unbuttoning his coat and removed it, putting it on the other seat where her dress had fallen. His agile fingers made short work of his shirt and trousers and soon, like Georgia, he was stood in just his underwear. Georgia sat and watched the display, becoming even more incredibly turned on as her lover’s pale flesh was slowly, tantalisingly exposed to her. She kept his gaze, staring deep into his eyes as she rubbed her nipples and clit through her clothes. When he was stood naked before her he knelt on the seat between her thighs, his erection painfully hard and pointing imperiously at her. Wordlessly he removed her bra and knickers, brushing her skin teasingly as he did so. He traced butterfly kisses over her breasts, licking and sucking her erect nipples till they were so hard they hurt, kneading circles on her flesh but avoiding her sensitive core.



“Please Severus, this is torture.” She gasped, frustrated tears beginning to well. He kissed her mouth deeply once more as he entered her, swallowing her satisfied moan. Slowly and firmly he began to slide in and out of her moist channel. He braced himself on his forearms either side of her and grit his teeth in concentration, determined to last as long as he could and enjoy this sweet ecstasy.



“I love you Severus.” She panted as he filled her completely and withdrew slowly; making her feel so wanted and needed.



“I love you too.” He replied in a moan as perspiration pooled on his back and brow, soaking his hair hers in the heat they were generating and steaming up the outer windows.



“Harder, please Severus, harder.” She cried desperately, feeling a pleasurable urgency build in her abdomen.



“Patience my love.” He whispered in her ear.



“Please Sev, I’m so close. I need you.” She begged. He stopped concentrating and looked down at her face, full of lust and the same feral urge he felt and it broke him. After just a few hard, violent thrusts they were both spent, screaming harder and louder than ever before. They lay cradled in each other’s arms, panting and shaking as though they had just run for their lives.



“Wow!” Georgia gasped in a tiny, weak voice. Severus swallowed hard, fighting to gain control of himself once more.



“Indeed.” Was all he could say in reply.



They both dressed carefully. They had both come so hard that they were still tender and sore. Severus wiped the condensation from the window.



“Not far now, we’re coming into London; about ten minutes to Kings Cross, then just a short trip to the Leaky Cauldron. We’ll stay there tonight and collect the keys in the morning.” He told her.





The bar at the Leaky Cauldron was virtually empty when they arrived, only a few patrons about.



“Evening Tom, we need a room for tonight.” Snape said in his usual distant manner.



“One room?” Tom the barman asked with a raised brow, noting the girl still had Snape’s hand in hers. He received no reply but the glare Snape sent his way was enough to convince him that further questioning would not be wise.



“Room fifteen is free; seven Galleons a night.” Tom said, handing Snape the key. He stared in disbelief as the cold and notoriously nasty Professor and his quiet young companion took their luggage up the stairs. This was one piece of gossip that would entertain his regulars, maybe entice them into staying longer, drinking more. Probably best to wait until after they checked out. After all, Snape’s temper was legendary and he was an ex- Death Eater after all.



The room was small but comfortable with a large four poster bed and a couple of armchairs by the fire and a door off to one side leading to an en-suite bathroom. Snape dumped their luggage at the end of the bed and sat on one side with a deep sigh, running his hands through his lank hair. Georgia joined him on the bed, wrapping her arms around him from behind and kissing his neck.



“You look tired love.” She whispered.



“I am Georgia, very tired. This week has been very trying. I think being my own boss will suit me much better.” He replied, turning to face her and planting a light kiss on her lips. She pulled off her clothes again and undressed him, kissing him softly.



“I’m tired too. I bet we have a lot to do tomorrow, eh?” she said, wriggling under the covers.



“I suppose so; moving into the flat, owling your parents, taking inventory in the shop. Possibly even having to visit your parents, depending on their reaction. I can’t imagine they’ll take the news very well.” He sighed as he slipped under the covers. She curled against him, loving how safe she felt in his arms and enjoying the feel of his warm flesh against hers.



“All in all, a busy day tomorrow then.” She yawned, snuggling her head on his chest and drifting off to sleep.