Five Steps To Mastering The Senses

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Sight


Hermione was not able to stop thinking about what had transpired between herself and Professor Snape down in the dungeons last evening. The kiss she had shared with him was on her mind. All through her meals, classes, while studying she could not think of anything else. And the fact that he had summarily dismissed her left her with a dull, empty feeling. She\'d gone back to her rooms, feeling a sense of disappointment that he had not shown her more.

‘But more of what?’ she asked herself. It was knowledge she was seeking, but it was tasting him that she was longing for. Shaking her head, she tried to dismiss the idea of her longing to taste Professor Snape but to no avail, the desire stayed with her.

Her sense of learning was lusting for more of the hidden knowledge in which he possessed. It was that sense that propelled her to wonder the corridors until she found her outside his office door once again.

She knocked, and at his brusque command, entered. He was behind his worktable, placing a stopper in a vial that was destined for the hospital wing she found him. His beetle eyes glimmered as he looked at her.

\"Was last night not enough for you, pest?\" he hissed, rather pleased that she had returned for more.

\"I want to know more, Sir. You said there were more properties, and you only showed me one of them.\"

\"So I did.\"

She was watching his hands as he worked, remembering how his fingers tasted when she had sucked them. She chewed on her lower lip, hoping she would not blush with such thoughts running through her mind.

\"Sight, Miss Granger.\" His voice jarred her thoughts.

\"What?\" she whispered.

\"The next property is sight. You cannot teach a blind man to see. A blind man has no need to see, for he has sight even without vision.\"

He walked over to her and held up his hands. They held each other’s gaze for a moment longer than necessary, as if the other wanted or needed to say something. But they kept their thoughts silent and he continued.

\"You can see so you have no need to touch as a blind man does.\" He lifted one of her hands into his.

He tilted his head slightly as his black eyes bore into hers. The intensity of his stare was intimidating yet fascinating.

‘How can you bring so much fear yet I can’t bring myself to look away,’ she thought. She wanted to ask him this, tell him this, but she was sure he would only ridicule her. Finally she was the first to look away.

His large hand dominated hers but was surprisingly gently as he raised it to his mouth and gently kissed the back of it. His eyes watched her every move and was please when she looked at him.

This lesson was quickly taking an alternate direction to his original one. Having her so close to him unleashed forbidden desires he held for her. She was his student, but he didn’t care. Holding her hand in his he allowed himself to see her as more than just a mere fantasy. It was he who had been blind to the desires that stood before him. It was he who has denied himself for so many years. All he had to do was open his eyes and see the woman in front of him but instead he looked the other way, treating her worse than ever over this past year.

‘Why?’ he asked himself every night. ‘Why do I treat her so badly?’ He knew the answer, but would not admit to it, until now. It wasn’t until he had kissed her when he realized she didn’t hate him, she didn’t loathe him, and he didn’t disgust her.

Taking his chances, again, he brought her hand to his mouth and ran his tongue along one finger before drawing it into his mouth and he sucked gently. With her mouth half opened, she unwittingly closed her eyes. Being the recipient of such simple ministrations shot a wave of warmth and excitement through her body.

Through her eyelids she could see him. She could see the way that he felt about her. Every stroke against her skin increased her desire for his tongue to stroke other parts of her body. She didn’t need to look at him to know what he wanted. She didn’t need to look at him to express what she wanted.

He removed her finger and leaned close, very close to her. Hermione opened her eyes and blinked, feeling her mouth go dry. She felt his hot breath against her face as he spoke, still gazing into her eyes. He had made his point when she had closed her eyes.

\"There is no need to look with your eyes when you can see with your body.”

He untied his cravat before removing it. Then he slowly unbuttoned his coat, his eyes never leaving hers for an instant. Not being able to resist the way her eyes widened with excitement and curiosity, he removed his shirt. Her eyes dropped to his pale chest, sprinkled with silky black hairs. She had to suck in air and curled her hands into fists to keep from touching him.

He stopped and raised a brow at her, as if daring her to touch him. He watched her pink tongue dart out and licked her lips, as a result he felt himself rise within his pants.

He deliberately reached down and adjusted the bulge, knowing that she was still staring at him in mute fascination. He closer to her, firmly pulling her against him. She stared at the broad expanse of chest, and buried her nose in it, inhaling his scent.

She didn\'t see the smug smirk that crossed his face, as he made sure his erection pressed against her.

\"Look, Miss Granger,\" he whispered.

She didn’t look. Instead she pressed back against his erection. She felt his hand cupping her breast lightly, barely touching it. Her nipple hardened, and she pressed her chest outward, seeking his hand. He briefly rubbed it.

\"Sight,\" he whispered in her ear, pinching the nipple.

\"Sight,\" she whispered back, finding his mouth.

Their mouths met, tasting one another as they had done the night before. Their tongues dueled, caressing and rubbing. This time he dominated her, exploring her mouth, stroking her tongue. The kiss was deep and intoxicating, capturing their desire for one another. They may have refrained from expressing their desires earlier, but this kiss exposed all. Her hand ached to touch him, to hold him and again she raised them to do this.

Again, he was the one to end the kiss. He pulled away from her, eyes narrowing and glittering.

\"Now you know what sight is. Lesson over.\"

She raised her chin at him, accepting the inevitable. He wasn’t going to end it without her getting the last word in. Her hand reached out, and caressed the bulge in his trousers.

\"Thank you, Professor, for the lesson,\" she replied. \"This pest shall retire to her rooms.\"

She walked out, leaving him to curse the erection she left him with. As the door closed, she was the one wearing a smirk on her face.


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