Rom To My Private Dungeon

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Chapter 12

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Their kisses heated up quickly as the two lost all sense of time and space. Nagging mental reminders that they were in a public place fought for dominance against the pull of desire in Snape\'s mind. For the first time in what felt like ages he was without obligation to Dumbledore, Potter, students, the Dark Lord. This woman, this incredible woman was in his arms, and commanding his full attention. Thoughts about impropriety in a public place came full circle. Being in a public place, after all, meant things wouldn\'t go that far.

Desire won the battle. \"You\'re remarkable,\" he panted in between kisses, their lips frantic to join once more.

Maracuja growled, ran her fingers down his back-and kept going. She pressed into him and he pulled her in closer. Her legs threatened to wrap around him right there on the patio as his growing erection pressed into her stomach and she pulled him in strongly, her hands insistently cupping and grabbing his backside.

Snape stopped to catch his breath and planted soft wet kisses across her face and neck. Instinctually, she backed up and scooted onto the table, spreading her legs and drawing his body in between them. A sharp spark lit up her clit as she felt his erection dig into her crotch. There was no going back. Maracuja\'s hands took on a life of their own. Her left hand trailed up his chest and clamped onto his shoulder in desperation, her right trailed down until she felt his erection twitch in her palm. He thrust his hips into her pelvis in response, rubbing his now painfully stiff prick into her hand, all the while supporting her weight with his own hands. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave it a squeeze. Snape breathed in quickly, moaned faintly and devoured her ear. The muffled noise of uncontrolled passion in her ear intensified her own arousal.

Snape moaned again, his body quickly reaching the point of no return. His nipples hardened and brushed against his robes, increasing his excitement. He continued grinding his cock into her hand and smothered her with kisses. She began to pump him best she could around the folds of fabric, wrapping her legs tighter and frustrated with the barrier their clothing created. She could feel his head throbbing, the tiniest spot of moisture leaking out and collecting in the fabric, which in turn made her wetter. Her own clit throbbed between her legs, begging for him to enter her. She leaned back further, until his arms no longer needed to support her weight. His left hand slammed down on the table. Her face grimaced and nostrils flared. Inspired by this vision of ecstasy, his mouth trailed down her neck, and he buried his nose in her cleavage-grateful to whatever god or spirit or stylist for the low-cut dress she wore. He drank in her scent as she leaned her head back and growled yet again. Desperately, his mouth searched for her right nipple. His right hand cupped and kneaded her left breast. A faint fragile cry of passion escaped from deep within her-she was so sweetly near climax. Sensing this, he kissed her deeply, and slid his hand down between her legs, palming and giving her mound a squeeze, when...

:hem hem: came a sound from afar and the two jumped up and snapped apart like teenagers caught in the bushes. Attempting to put on their most earnest faces, Snape gathered his robes to hide his erection and shook his head to toss the hair out of his face. Maracuja smoothed out her hair, straightened her own robes and wiped her lips.

\"Did you want to order food?\" came a tiny, apologetic voice.

\"Food. Yes. Food. That\'s why we\'re here of course,\" came the most unconvincing voice Snape ever heard leave his own lips. Not only was he caught, practically in flagrante delicto, but their waitress was Nymphadora Tonks.

\"Not your finest hour, Severus,\" he uttered to himself. A litany of chastisements sped through his mind. \"Allowing yourself to get carried away in a public place...and interrupted by a former student no less...acting like a desperate, horny teenager...the humiliation...the degradation...the sheer lack of willpower...the exceedingly poor judgment...but sweet Merlin she\'s irresistible...after watching her humiliate Bagman like that...must remember not to get on her bad side...finally a woman who is beautiful and can take care of herself...no, stop... ought to know better...of all the things...and we just saw Tonks not 10 minutes ago...want to order food...I mean... Tonks?\"

Snape suddenly snapped out of it and looked Tonks in the face. With a sneer, he enquired, \"YOU are a waitress, here at the Leaky Cauldron? YOU? What bloody fool would hire you to wait tables? And didn\'t you just say you were going to be an auror?\"

Tonks smiled, relieved to see her former Potions Professor acting his sarcastic self again.

Maracuja buried her face into his shoulder in an attempt to suppress her laughter. Her body shook slightly.

\"This is my summer job, uh, Sir\" Tonks answered as best she could, grasping at straws for a sense of normality. She chatted on nervously. \"You know-to earn a little money to stash away for savings while I\'m in training. I\'ve only broken 3 plates and 2 glasses so far. Of course, I\'ve only been on four shifts. This is my fifth. I only just got to work and came back here to...\" Here she stopped, red-faced, at a complete loss for words.

Maracuja extricated herself from Snape\'s side and slid into a chair. He sighed and followed suit.

\"Perhaps, a menu then,\" he interrupted.

\"Oh, yeah.\" Tonks waved herd and and a small blackboard appeared with the day\'s specials. Paper menus appeared on the table, along with place settings.

The two took a moment to study the menus.

\"Er, would you like me to wipe the table?\" Tonks offered while she stood and waited.

Maracuja smirked and Snape\'s eyes narrowed.

\"That\'s quite alright,\" he replied.

Maracuja studied the menu a bit more. \"What do you recommend?\" she asked.

\"Well, I should warn you that the raw oysters are out of season, not that you need \'em, eh?\" she blurted out without thinking.

Maracuja sniggered. Snape frowned.

\"I\'m not amused,\" he warned.

\"Let\'s see what else. Well, you could get a steak. They have some nice thick cut juicy pieces of meat.\"

Maracuja sniggered again and Tonks blushed. Snape became visibly annoyed.

\"Erm, what else, then?\" she suppressed a giggle. \"We\'ve got traditional British fare. Toad in the hole, or ...\" and here Tonks started to lose her battle to control her mirth, \"bangers and mash.\"

Tonks had to stop before she completely lost it. Suddenly, everything on the menu had sexual undertones. Maracuja drew her lips into a tight seal to keep from laughing and turned purple. Snape was clearly not amused, which only made it more difficult for them not to laugh.

\"That will do, Ms. Tonks,\" he interjected sharply. \"We shall take it from here.\"

\"Ok then,\" Tonks replied in a faltering voice. \"Something to drink? Some fresh lemonade perhaps?\"

Maracuja looked at Tonks and threw her head down to bury her face in her forearms.

\"Two glasses of the house dry red wine, if you please.\" Snape snapped.

Tonks waved her wand and a moment later, drinks appeared on the table.

\"I\'ll just come back in a few, when you\'ve had a chance to decide then, shall I?\" she offered and disappeared swiftly, leaving the two to continue perusing the menu.

Regaining her composure, Maracuja sat up and whispered, \"How does she break the dishes if she\'s using magic to conjure them upon the table?\"

\"I\'ve no idea. But if there\'s a way, she\'ll find it.\" Snape answered dryly.

Endeavouring to decide upon something, the two took a moment to really concentrate on the menus.

\"It would be nice to have some Romanian food,\" Maracuja thought aloud. \"But it does not matter. I am here. I will eat the most English food on the menu.\"

Tonks returned shortly to take their order: a green salad each, steak and chips for him, and roast beef with Yorkshire pudding for her. She scribbled on a magical tablet, which immediately sent their order to the kitchen. \"Anything for pudding?\" she followed up. \"A lemon tart? Spotted dick?\"

One look at the expression on Snape\'s face, and Tonks realised she\'d taken it too far.

\"I think, perhaps not,\" Maracuja replied, to smooth things over.

Tonks scribbled something else onto the tablet, and a moment later the food appeared on their plates.

\"Enjoy your meal, then.\" Tonks offered. \"If you\'d like refills on your drink, just tap your wand on this,\" she motioned to the sheet with their order as she placed it on the table. \"If you\'d like something else, just give me a wave.\"

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Over the meal the two discussed possible research projects, chatted idly about the food, and avoided further eye contact with Tonks. The patio was starting to fill up, which proved to be a relief.

\"There is a time for work, and a time for play,\" Maracuja declaimed at one point. I think we should start soon. What if I make a list of Romanian recipes for experimentation?\"

Snape agreed enthusiastically. \"I shall do the same.\"

\"Research Romanian recipes?\" she teased.

Snape cleared his throat. \"As I mentioned yesterday, I have a list of potions responsive to the magical infusion of emotion. We can start with known reactions and branch out methodically. Unless, of course, there is something you are particularly keen on researching.\"

\"It is good it is summer,\" Maracuja proclaimed. \"There is a sour cherry compote often used to spread on cl‹tit‹, like a pancake. But the pits are saved and used for poison. To my knowledge, there is no antidote. And it is a common way in my country for witches to poison others, or accidentally poison themselves, especially if they are cooking and angry about something.\"

Snape was intrigued. \"Poison cherries? Accidental potion making? Very interesting. I still need to purchase some candy for the Headmaster. We can purchase some fruit at a muggle shop as well.\"

Pleased with themselves, they finished their meal and paid the bill quickly. At Maracuja\'s insistence, Tonks received a generous tip for the embarrassing little inconvenience she faced earlier. Snape found himself hard pressed to argue.

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A/N: Special thanks to Joe and Tim Wellman, my \"technical advisors\" on the mechanics of male anatomy. And thank you to everyone who has reviewed and encouraged me so far. It really means a lot!

Cl‹tit‹ might not show up right on your computer. It\'s clatita with symbols over the \"a\"s and is a Romanian pancake.