#4 ~ The \"Up Against the Wall\" Wars
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34
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34,901
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333
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And the Serpent Recoils
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine.
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Chapter 15 ~ And the Serpent Recoils
Hermione was right. The moment his office door was closed and warded, Severus went straight to his stores and drank a healing draught and a purple vial. In a few moments, he sighed with relief. His aching manhood had been restored to full glory. He walked to his study, and retrieved the pensieve from behind the faux bookcase cover. He replaced the memories of Hermione he had removed, reliving each one as it resettled into his consciousness. When finished, he felt whole again. And instantly started plotting.
His woman had just kicked his ass and made him concede defeat within an hour. A part of him was proud of her, but another part wanted to re-establish a sense of control, of power. That part of him was rigid and swollen against his thigh. Like a lord that had been wronged, his cock was demanding satisfaction. Severus was an amazingly resilent man, due to his long service with the Dark Lord. He had to be able to spring back from his tortures almost immediately when in his presence, maintaining his sense of self and duty, as well retain and divulge the misinformation given him by the Order despite his pain. He had largely succeeded in doing this.
Hermione had been gone seven days…that was seven days without the pleasure of riding her supple body, seven days without possessing her soul. Seven days too long. She had beaten him, and now…he wanted to beat her back, the way they both loved. But would she be receptive? She had just spent a week trying to protect herself from him…how would she feel about him trying to vent his passions immediately after they had reached…an understanding?
Hmm. Would this qualify as make-up sex? He had read about that in a muggle magazine he had confiscated from a fifth year student in Potions class. The theory being that sex after a bad argument was generally the most enjoyable. With him, any sex he had with Hermione was most enjoyable. But he had no doubt that after his quick defeat, the idea of pinning her down and making her scream with need and desire for him, would do wonders for his whipped ego. He walked back and forth in his study, tapping his temple with a forefinger to help him think. Bingo! Good old fashioned temptation.
He walked to his room and lay down in his bed. Concentrating, he opened the connection between them.
Hermione.
Yes, Severus?
Do you remember the dream you had last week, while you were in training?
There was a pause.
No. I … I couldn’t remember it. But I understand that it was a sexual dream.
How do you know that?
Tonks heard me. Saw me.
Severus chuckled. Hermione must have wanted to run and hide when she found out she was heard. He couldn’t help himself. He pressed her for details.
What did she see and hear?
There was another embarrassed pause
Come on, Hermione. Tell me.
I was having sex in my dream. Was moaning, and…and touching myself
Severus growled.
Well, I saw the dream. I was part of it. I could feel you and feel me too. From your perspective.
He felt a wave of growing desire pass over him. She was starting to get aroused.
What…what was it about…what happened?
I abducted you. I was fucking you from the back, up against a wall. Your hands were tied and your robe was over your head.
He felt a hot, sudden pulse of desire burst from her but she didn’t respond. He pressed on.
I have it in my memory. I could share it with you, if you like.
Please.
Say pretty please.
Pretty please.
Severus smiled. He had her. He just had to get to her. He opened the memory, and rode out her responses to seeing herself screwed violently against the bricks. He knew she came at least twice. His cock was pulsing as if it had its own heartbeat. He pressed her some more.
You liked watching that, didn’t you?
Yes.
Her response came breathlessly.
Hermione, let me come to your rooms. Let me fuck you.
But Severus, what about…
You know I’m a Slytherin. I’m all…better. Plus I owe you a beating. If I can’t do it one way…
He felt her longing, and her hesitation
I’ll transform all the walls in your room into mirrors. Even the ceiling. You can watch me fuck you. Hard, Hermione…as hard as I can. I know you’ve missed that as much as I have. Tell me I can come.
There was a long pause, then a mental sob.
I’d have to unseal the lab door.
Do it.
And I’d have to shower
I don’t care about that. I’m going to make you feel very dirty anyway.
Another pause.
Give me thirty minutes.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Twenty minutes, Hermione.
He closed the connection. Gods, he loved that woman.
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A/N: He still knows how to play her … what a devil. He’s going to get some satisfaction, believe it. Lemons for all! Thanks for reading and reviewing.
FIREWALL: No, the story isn’t blocked out…I write each chapter as it comes. I have as little idea what will happen as you do…I just don’t want it too predictable. And I pay attention to my reviewers. They help keep it unpredictable.
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Chapter 15 ~ And the Serpent Recoils
Hermione was right. The moment his office door was closed and warded, Severus went straight to his stores and drank a healing draught and a purple vial. In a few moments, he sighed with relief. His aching manhood had been restored to full glory. He walked to his study, and retrieved the pensieve from behind the faux bookcase cover. He replaced the memories of Hermione he had removed, reliving each one as it resettled into his consciousness. When finished, he felt whole again. And instantly started plotting.
His woman had just kicked his ass and made him concede defeat within an hour. A part of him was proud of her, but another part wanted to re-establish a sense of control, of power. That part of him was rigid and swollen against his thigh. Like a lord that had been wronged, his cock was demanding satisfaction. Severus was an amazingly resilent man, due to his long service with the Dark Lord. He had to be able to spring back from his tortures almost immediately when in his presence, maintaining his sense of self and duty, as well retain and divulge the misinformation given him by the Order despite his pain. He had largely succeeded in doing this.
Hermione had been gone seven days…that was seven days without the pleasure of riding her supple body, seven days without possessing her soul. Seven days too long. She had beaten him, and now…he wanted to beat her back, the way they both loved. But would she be receptive? She had just spent a week trying to protect herself from him…how would she feel about him trying to vent his passions immediately after they had reached…an understanding?
Hmm. Would this qualify as make-up sex? He had read about that in a muggle magazine he had confiscated from a fifth year student in Potions class. The theory being that sex after a bad argument was generally the most enjoyable. With him, any sex he had with Hermione was most enjoyable. But he had no doubt that after his quick defeat, the idea of pinning her down and making her scream with need and desire for him, would do wonders for his whipped ego. He walked back and forth in his study, tapping his temple with a forefinger to help him think. Bingo! Good old fashioned temptation.
He walked to his room and lay down in his bed. Concentrating, he opened the connection between them.
Hermione.
Yes, Severus?
Do you remember the dream you had last week, while you were in training?
There was a pause.
No. I … I couldn’t remember it. But I understand that it was a sexual dream.
How do you know that?
Tonks heard me. Saw me.
Severus chuckled. Hermione must have wanted to run and hide when she found out she was heard. He couldn’t help himself. He pressed her for details.
What did she see and hear?
There was another embarrassed pause
Come on, Hermione. Tell me.
I was having sex in my dream. Was moaning, and…and touching myself
Severus growled.
Well, I saw the dream. I was part of it. I could feel you and feel me too. From your perspective.
He felt a wave of growing desire pass over him. She was starting to get aroused.
What…what was it about…what happened?
I abducted you. I was fucking you from the back, up against a wall. Your hands were tied and your robe was over your head.
He felt a hot, sudden pulse of desire burst from her but she didn’t respond. He pressed on.
I have it in my memory. I could share it with you, if you like.
Please.
Say pretty please.
Pretty please.
Severus smiled. He had her. He just had to get to her. He opened the memory, and rode out her responses to seeing herself screwed violently against the bricks. He knew she came at least twice. His cock was pulsing as if it had its own heartbeat. He pressed her some more.
You liked watching that, didn’t you?
Yes.
Her response came breathlessly.
Hermione, let me come to your rooms. Let me fuck you.
But Severus, what about…
You know I’m a Slytherin. I’m all…better. Plus I owe you a beating. If I can’t do it one way…
He felt her longing, and her hesitation
I’ll transform all the walls in your room into mirrors. Even the ceiling. You can watch me fuck you. Hard, Hermione…as hard as I can. I know you’ve missed that as much as I have. Tell me I can come.
There was a long pause, then a mental sob.
I’d have to unseal the lab door.
Do it.
And I’d have to shower
I don’t care about that. I’m going to make you feel very dirty anyway.
Another pause.
Give me thirty minutes.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Twenty minutes, Hermione.
He closed the connection. Gods, he loved that woman.
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A/N: He still knows how to play her … what a devil. He’s going to get some satisfaction, believe it. Lemons for all! Thanks for reading and reviewing.
FIREWALL: No, the story isn’t blocked out…I write each chapter as it comes. I have as little idea what will happen as you do…I just don’t want it too predictable. And I pay attention to my reviewers. They help keep it unpredictable.