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Adult ++
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27
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8,893
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48
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Late Night Swim (Short Chapter)
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Chapter 16 ~ Late Night Swim (Short Chapter)
"What was I thinking? I should never have kissed him. I should have just told him 'thank you.'" Hermione chided herself as she drew her nightgown on.
Gods, the way he had looked at her. She knew that look…it was Severus' "I want more' look. She should have never kissed him. But the wizard probably wouldn't act on it. He had done nothing remotely sexual towards her, made no attempt at flirting or seduction. He conducted himself for the most part, like a gentleman.
But Severus Snape was no gentleman, and Hermione knew it.
She lay down in her bed, her belly tight. What if he had made some move toward her after she kissed him? Would she have resisted?
She doubted it. Her body was back on point, her cycles regular again. Her period had almost disappeared over the years, coming sometimes two or three months apart and then only lasting a day or two…she was in such poor shape. But now, everything was as it should be, and that meant there were times of the month when Hermione felt particularly randy. She had masturbated several times over the past couple of months to get relief. And it had been to the memory of the Potions Master. It was her guilty secret.
When she saw him the next morning after these bouts of self-release she would always flush, trying to hide her embarrassment from him. If he did notice, Severus didn't show it. Now she lay in bed, feeling the first throbs of desire growing inside her as she remembered the feel of his warm flesh under her lips. It was just his face, but it brought memories of her lips running over other parts of him. His throat, his chest, his rippled belly, his…
Hermione flipped over to her stomach trying to push the image away. He used to love when she sucked his cock, his dark eyes smoldering down on her, his silky voice urging her on and voicing his pleasure, his fingers locked on her head, guiding her…
Hermione flipped back over.
"Get out of my head, Severus Snape!" she breathed, beginning to feel an ache, an outright ache for the wizard.
"Damn it!" she cursed, sitting up in the bed. She wasn't tired anymore.
He's haunting me…he's fucking haunting me now," she hissed.
After a moment, Hermione got out of the bed.
"I know what will help this," she said, shrugging on her housecoat and her slippers.
"A dip in the pool."
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Naked in his bed, Severus looked down at his erection.
"Damn it," he muttered.
Hermione should never have kissed him. By pressing those soft, full lips against his skin she had torn away that silent wall between them. He had made it a point not to touch the witch at all, knowing it could lead to other things. Now she had crossed that line he worked so hard to preserve.
Hermione called that little kiss "thanking" him? If she believed he did indeed bring her out of her lifeless existence, she should be much more grateful than that. That kiss was just a tease as far as the wizard was concerned. Saving her deserved much more than a peck on the cheek. He should be getting the full treatment, Hermione's legs thrown over his shoulders and the witch shrieking her gratefulness as he took his pleasure of her. He hadn't had satisfactory sex since she sent him away. And that was another thing that rankled him, though he did his best not to show it…the way she so coldly dismissed him without so much as a goodbye fuck.
Well, if she had let him fuck her…she probably would have stayed with him, because he would have been intent on making her still want him, bringing her to climax after climax until she forgot everyone and everything except him. Even Harry.
The wizard flipped over, his hard-on pressing into his stomach uncomfortably.
Damn it. He needed to do something about this.
He sat up in the bed, then got out and pulled on his housecoat, tying it securely.
A swim might help.
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Hermione entered the pool room and the torches flared up brightly. She immediately dimmed them to be more soothing. The pool lapped gently, sending reflected light rippling along the walls. Hermione experimentally stuck her toe into the water. It was too cool for her liking tonight. She wanted warmth. She walked over to the panel and adjusted the temperature. After a couple of minutes she tested it again. It was nice and warm. Certainly this would soothe her.
The witch removed her housecoat and her nightgown, then walked to the edge of the pool and let herself slowly into the warm water. The pool was still on the equal depth setting. There was no shallow part. She tread water for a bit, letting the water's warmth soother and relax her. Then Hermione began to swim slowly, her body cutting through the water easily as she stroked to the other side of the pool. She lingered there a moment, then swam back.
"Ah, this was a great idea," she sighed. She turned on her back and floated comfortably, closing her eyes and letting the water rock her. Gods, it felt so nice against her skin.
She was so relaxed, she didn't hear the door open and Severus enter.
He didn't look at the pool but walked straight over to the chairs and removed his housecoat. He still had an erection. A nice cold dip should take care of that. Then he felt the humidity. Someone had changed the pool temperature. He looked at the pool, his eyes widening.
Hermione was in there, naked, her full breasts floating like balloons, the water softly lapping over her body…the body he remembered…the body he knew every inch of. The body he very much desired.
The wizard couldn't help but feel Providence had arranged this middle of the night meeting. But should he go back to his room and give Hermione her privacy or should he slip into the pool and surprise the witch? His cock throbbed as the latter thought crossed his mind. Well, that was a yes vote if ever there was one.
Silently the Potions Master walked to the edge of the pool and slid into the warm water, his eyes focused on the floating witch.
Suddenly, the wizard submerged.
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A/N: I'm going to be gone most of the day today so put up this little teaser to tide you all over. Heh heh. :::feeling wicked and evil this morning::: So please leave reviews. I can imagine what they will be like. Lol. Love ya'll too. ****
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Chapter 16 ~ Late Night Swim (Short Chapter)
"What was I thinking? I should never have kissed him. I should have just told him 'thank you.'" Hermione chided herself as she drew her nightgown on.
Gods, the way he had looked at her. She knew that look…it was Severus' "I want more' look. She should have never kissed him. But the wizard probably wouldn't act on it. He had done nothing remotely sexual towards her, made no attempt at flirting or seduction. He conducted himself for the most part, like a gentleman.
But Severus Snape was no gentleman, and Hermione knew it.
She lay down in her bed, her belly tight. What if he had made some move toward her after she kissed him? Would she have resisted?
She doubted it. Her body was back on point, her cycles regular again. Her period had almost disappeared over the years, coming sometimes two or three months apart and then only lasting a day or two…she was in such poor shape. But now, everything was as it should be, and that meant there were times of the month when Hermione felt particularly randy. She had masturbated several times over the past couple of months to get relief. And it had been to the memory of the Potions Master. It was her guilty secret.
When she saw him the next morning after these bouts of self-release she would always flush, trying to hide her embarrassment from him. If he did notice, Severus didn't show it. Now she lay in bed, feeling the first throbs of desire growing inside her as she remembered the feel of his warm flesh under her lips. It was just his face, but it brought memories of her lips running over other parts of him. His throat, his chest, his rippled belly, his…
Hermione flipped over to her stomach trying to push the image away. He used to love when she sucked his cock, his dark eyes smoldering down on her, his silky voice urging her on and voicing his pleasure, his fingers locked on her head, guiding her…
Hermione flipped back over.
"Get out of my head, Severus Snape!" she breathed, beginning to feel an ache, an outright ache for the wizard.
"Damn it!" she cursed, sitting up in the bed. She wasn't tired anymore.
He's haunting me…he's fucking haunting me now," she hissed.
After a moment, Hermione got out of the bed.
"I know what will help this," she said, shrugging on her housecoat and her slippers.
"A dip in the pool."
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Naked in his bed, Severus looked down at his erection.
"Damn it," he muttered.
Hermione should never have kissed him. By pressing those soft, full lips against his skin she had torn away that silent wall between them. He had made it a point not to touch the witch at all, knowing it could lead to other things. Now she had crossed that line he worked so hard to preserve.
Hermione called that little kiss "thanking" him? If she believed he did indeed bring her out of her lifeless existence, she should be much more grateful than that. That kiss was just a tease as far as the wizard was concerned. Saving her deserved much more than a peck on the cheek. He should be getting the full treatment, Hermione's legs thrown over his shoulders and the witch shrieking her gratefulness as he took his pleasure of her. He hadn't had satisfactory sex since she sent him away. And that was another thing that rankled him, though he did his best not to show it…the way she so coldly dismissed him without so much as a goodbye fuck.
Well, if she had let him fuck her…she probably would have stayed with him, because he would have been intent on making her still want him, bringing her to climax after climax until she forgot everyone and everything except him. Even Harry.
The wizard flipped over, his hard-on pressing into his stomach uncomfortably.
Damn it. He needed to do something about this.
He sat up in the bed, then got out and pulled on his housecoat, tying it securely.
A swim might help.
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Hermione entered the pool room and the torches flared up brightly. She immediately dimmed them to be more soothing. The pool lapped gently, sending reflected light rippling along the walls. Hermione experimentally stuck her toe into the water. It was too cool for her liking tonight. She wanted warmth. She walked over to the panel and adjusted the temperature. After a couple of minutes she tested it again. It was nice and warm. Certainly this would soothe her.
The witch removed her housecoat and her nightgown, then walked to the edge of the pool and let herself slowly into the warm water. The pool was still on the equal depth setting. There was no shallow part. She tread water for a bit, letting the water's warmth soother and relax her. Then Hermione began to swim slowly, her body cutting through the water easily as she stroked to the other side of the pool. She lingered there a moment, then swam back.
"Ah, this was a great idea," she sighed. She turned on her back and floated comfortably, closing her eyes and letting the water rock her. Gods, it felt so nice against her skin.
She was so relaxed, she didn't hear the door open and Severus enter.
He didn't look at the pool but walked straight over to the chairs and removed his housecoat. He still had an erection. A nice cold dip should take care of that. Then he felt the humidity. Someone had changed the pool temperature. He looked at the pool, his eyes widening.
Hermione was in there, naked, her full breasts floating like balloons, the water softly lapping over her body…the body he remembered…the body he knew every inch of. The body he very much desired.
The wizard couldn't help but feel Providence had arranged this middle of the night meeting. But should he go back to his room and give Hermione her privacy or should he slip into the pool and surprise the witch? His cock throbbed as the latter thought crossed his mind. Well, that was a yes vote if ever there was one.
Silently the Potions Master walked to the edge of the pool and slid into the warm water, his eyes focused on the floating witch.
Suddenly, the wizard submerged.
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A/N: I'm going to be gone most of the day today so put up this little teaser to tide you all over. Heh heh. :::feeling wicked and evil this morning::: So please leave reviews. I can imagine what they will be like. Lol. Love ya'll too. ****