Working Out The Kinks

Disclaimer: see part one.

Working Out The Kinks, part two.
by OdoGoddess


It had gone quite well. Xiomara\'s talented fingers worked out all the kinks and stiffness in his back. Of course, to do so, she\'d had to straddle his upper thighs and inch forward, rocking back and forth to reach his upper back muscles, but who was he to complain? It felt *wonderful*.

Then she had moved back a little and worked on his buttocks. All he managed was a blurt of complaint that the quilt heard more than Hooch did and by the time he\'d spat out enough lint to speak, those magic fingers were rubbing, stroking and soothing his tight ass so superbly he decided to say nothing at all.

Then she\'d asked him to turn. Of course, she had to work the front of him, too, but Severus didn\'t think she would appreciate the effect her fingers on his back had on parts of his front.

Asking her to move back, he turned. Before he could say anything, he felt her straddle his hips, her Quidditch-hardened thighs gripping him firmly and her warm, moist, trouser-covered pudenda arched just over his extended bits.

It was dark, he told himself. She could not see.

And indeed, she stretched out over him and began to rub his shoulders and neck... rocking back and forth and making him gasp as her lower half rubbed along an entirely different and very stiff muscle.

He instinctively tried to pull back, but she briefly slapped his chest, chided him with \"Don\'t be such a girl, Severus!\" and went back to working out the kinks.

Part of him protested most strongly. He felt anything other than girlish at the moment.

He said nothing, gamely riding out the sensations, feeling profoundly cheated by the fact that the most wonderful, intensely sexual experience he\'d experienced in far too long was not, in fact, deliberate.

After a few more moments of firm rocking, her well-oiled hands shifted focus to his chest and as they began to glide over and over his nipples, Snape began to recite the formula for making anti-fungal potion in his head. As it involved the most disgusting, smelliest, nastiest ingredients around, this served well as a libido deflator.

But then she decided the muscles near his collarbone were far too tight and began to tackle those, and the rocking became decidedly quick and intense... and his mental potion went into the cauldron and quickly began to simmer. His hands clenched the bed quilt and he fought to keep from arching.

\"Relax!\" She snapped.

He nodded and managed to make an affirmative sound which was quite an accomplishment, he thought, considering he was quickly losing the capacity for intelligent speech. He did not let go of the bed quilt though, as it was saving him from ignominy.

\"Am I hurting you?\"

\"Nuh...\" he managed to shake his head in case he wasn\'t clear. He hoped she understood him.

\"Severus?\" Hooch paused, shifted forward, resting herself firmly on a much-massaged and over-extended muscle, then wiggled unintentionally as she questioningly pushed at his shoulder...

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\"You did that deliberately.\"

\"I did not. And I could say the same you know. How do I know you didn\'t intend that?\"

\"I didn\'t!\"

\"Could have fooled me. It\'s fairly obvious you enjoyed that, Snape.\" She gestured down to the congealing strands of semen on her shirt.

He flinched. \"Just... go away!\"

\"We need to talk about this, Snape.\"

\"Do you want me to Obliviate you?\"

\"Look... I honestly didn\'t...\"

\"You expect me to believe that? You\'re a Slytherin, too!\"

\"Yes, well... but...\"

\"And let\'s not forget that ... *incident* your fourth year.\"

\"Now really!\"

\"And again your sixth year and after the Leaving Ceremony.\"

\"I was just a girl!\"

\"Well, you\'re not a girl any longer!\"

\"I\'d noticed, thank you!\"

Snape scowled and turned away from her for the umpteenth time. They were in his study where he had escaped with the quilt after enjoying the hardest, most intensely humiliating climax of his life, made more intense by the fact that he\'d been fighting it, and more humiliating by the fact he\'d managed to liberally splash them both from navel to neck. The additional fact that he\'d tumbled the deeply confused Hooch to the floor as he exited only added to his discomfiture. Now she kept manoeuvering to stand in front of him and he couldn\'t bear to look at her.

\"Just leave me be,\" he muttered, holding the quilt about his shoulders like a shroud. The look would have worked if it wasn\'t for his bare knees and lower legs poking out from it.

She sighed, watching him and then settled for getting her wand out and casting a quick cleaning spell on herself. He gave no sign of hearing or seeing her. She sighed again.

Then she put her wand back in its holder and knelt before him, placing her hands on those knees. Well-shaped knees at that, she noted idly.

\"Severus. Just listen to me please.\"

He looked aside, face flushed in anger and not a little shame. He said nothing.

\"I\'m sorry. I had no idea you were... you were so... *sensitive*. I was just working the deep muscle groups--\"

\"By straddling me?\" he demanded now, glaring at her. \"By rubbing back and forth against me? What did you expect? You knew damn well what you were doing!\"

He wound down and scowled again, muttering, \"Well, you got what you wanted - you managed to humiliate me.\" He looked off to the side and clutched the robe still tighter. \"I hope you\'re satisfied.\"

\"I *didn\'t* want to humiliate you and I\'m not satisfied.\"

He waited and she added, \"I really had no intention of... stimulating you that much, Severus. I\'m sorry. Now what can I possibly do to make it up to you?\"

He looked to her then, speaking with disdain. \"Just give it up, Hooch. I... popped like a bloody bottle of champagne under your tender ministrations. You won whatever bet you made with Sprout or McGonagall or Pomfrey. Why don\'t you just run along and give them all the gory details and leave me alone?\"

\"To wallow in your self-imposed misery?\" Her brows creased. \"Severus - you ejaculated. That\'s all. A simple and entirely natural reaction to stimulation that -- again, I assert -- I did not intend to provide. I have zero intention of telling anyone. Now... I do admit to curiousity about you, and to having had a school girl crush years ago, but I swear to you now and on my honour as a witch that I did not set out to deliberately embarass you. Nor will I discuss it with anyone but you.\"

He swallowed and would not meet her eyes.

\"I didn\'t really see anything, you know.\"

At this he did look askance at her and she added, \"Honestly. All I know is one minute I thought I was hurting you and then the next minute you shoved me over, grabbed the bed quilt and knocked me for six. I didn\'t even realize what happened until I realized, well, that I was all wet.\"

He looked away again, cheeks reddening. Xiomara sighed.

\"I\'m terribly sorry. What would make things right?\"

He looked back and quipped, \"I don\'t suppose you have a time-turner handy?\"

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2b cont\'d

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