Dirty deeds

Parting is just sorrow, nothing sweet a it it

To continue the dog analogy, its amazing how quickly the stray you take in manages to worm its way into your affections. House feels damn empty now Severus gone back to Hogwarts. Although he is supposed to be the dog in this relationship I am the one to find myself pining.

At least have next weekend and a damn good detention to look forward to. Shall have to find my old school robes from somewhere in the loft. Probably should transfigure them into a larger size as have grown a little since school, but on reflection think abbreviated skirt and too tight bodice may be seen as an advantage by the Master of Shagging.

Woke late this morning, which was a shame. Have such short time together that any time spent sleeping a waste. Had breakfast in bed, just tea and toast. He seemed to beittlittle fretful, presumably due to imminent departure, and decided to take his mind off things.

Accidentally dropped strawberry jam on left breast. Severus noticed it almost at once and being a perfect gentleman offered to help me deal with the problem. But somehow just as one splash was dealt with, whoops, clumsy little me would drop another. We had a dog when I was a child, before I got Crookshanks, and he was just the same. Always keeping an eye on you when you were eating breakfast just in case you dropped something that he could lick up.

Severus was just the same.

Man’s tongue is practically prehensile.
gan gan to feel a little left out though, so when next picked up the jam I flicked some on him. Strawberry jam and Severus is very nice, but think shall have to conduct prolonged survey over course of next few months to identify which jam tastes best on him.

Both ended up very sticky, so I suggested that we were both in need of a bath. He was initially reluctant until penny dropped that was simply suggesting a shag in the bath rather than bath and no shag. Then became quite keen.

Bath not designed for multiple occupation so had to transfigure it and make it larger. Severus had never seen bubble bath before and was quite interested in the ingredients until I started soaping my breasts. He said that there was a rule that whilst he was in the bath with me only he got to do that. He certainly managed to wash all the jam off.

Maybe it was because we weren’t going to see each other for a week, or maybe we just wanted to do something different to the night before, but he was very attentive and gentle. If it was above the waterline he kissed it, and if it was below the waterline he stroked it.

Once joined, we moved together for a long time and when I came I came like a freight train, long, slow and seemingly going on forever.

Applying usual tactics, I made a suggestion about washing his hair whilst Severus was all post-coital glowing. Its not that I notice his hair anymore, as I am often too busy lusting after the rest of him, but didn’t want the children to be making greasy git comments at him any more.

Spent long time working the shampoo into his hair, and easing the tension from his neck and shoulders. By the time I had finished he was as relaxed as I have ever seen him, and his hair looked clean and shiny. Think he liked it as didn’t say anything when slipped shampoo bottle into his luggage.

Both of us were inclined to get mopy when time came to say goodbye. In effort to raise spirits pointed out that five days not particularly long time.

No effect.

Suggested could write to each other.

Perked up a bit. Which was a bit of a relief really as worried that he would think that was being a little soppy. Lets face it, its more than being a little soppy, its being incredibly soppy. Suspect neither of us have ever been in love properly before and therefore not entirely certain how to deal with it – hence soppiness. Usually by my age, if not his, there are a couple of failed love affairs to your name, and the walls around your heart are a little harder. That’s why first love is supposed to be so sweet. You don’t know how bad it hurts when it all goes wrong, so you surrender to it wholeheartedly.

Then confessed that had stolen supplies from his potions supplied.

He looked confused.

Pointed out that such dreadful behaviour merited a detention.

Left looking much more cheerful.

Must get some pile ointment tomorrow. Am a little sore. In fact reminds me of the last time I went out for a curry with Ron and he informed me the next day that his ringpiece was on fire. No wonder the romance went out of the relationship.

Am thinking of writing own sex book for wanton witches.

At no point in the Kama Sutra does it mention the palliative effect of a carefully applied pack of frozen peas. I suppose they didn’t have frozen peas when the book was originally invented, but from my point of view the information is so important that it means the book ought to be updated.

May have to drop non-subtle hint to Severus that if repeat performance on the cards he needs to develop something for shall we say aftercare.

Still.

Poor pansy.

Lucky, lucky me.