Tel\' Lindar (The Bard)
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Don't you sit under the Lemon Tree with Nobody Else but me! or I wanna be your Sledgehammer
Chapter 22
Don\'t you sit under the Lemon Tree with Nobody Else but me! or I wanna be your Sledgehammer
The sunlight filtered gently between the leaves of the great mallorn trees, sunbeams dancing on the water of the peaceful river. Leaves fell and gently swirled in the eddies of the current, while mist rose from the waters and blanketed the fallen leaves and flowers
Something else floated in the quiet waters. Memories, thoughts, the lingering of a sweet lover\'s first kiss.
The big Elf stood in the water, head bowed. Giant tears flowed, dripping from his cheeks. His jaw ticked in fury, his fist clenched, as he fought back the stinging in his eyes. Looking into the water, his vision a blurred haze, he saw the rounded object bumping against his boot. He bent over to retrieve the item. He knew what it was the moment he grasped it.
A soggy, partially eaten or.
.
‘Geez, Haldir! Look what you have done...\'
An elegant shoulder lifted to wipe the juice from a soft cheek.
‘N\'uma. Let me...\'
A kiss.
The big Elf closed his eyes, in pain, in grief.
He did not jump when the gentle hand touched him on the shoulder.
\"Why do you grieve, Haldir of Lorien?\"
He squeezed the remains of the orange, juice dripping from between his fingers.
\"Because tonight she sacrifices herself on the altar of her bed. She sacrifices our love, our bonding at your behest. At your command, she whores herself...\"
\"Haldir. Do you truly see her as a whore?\"
For a moment, nothing was heard but the sound of the water, laughing around rocks.
\"N\'uma. No, I do not.\"
He dropped the orange, mashed beyond recognition and the two watched it float away, the last reminder of the sweetest memory.
The Valar walked to stand at his side, the water drenching her form. \"Tell me, Haldir. What do you truly feel? What lies in your heart?\"
Anguished eyes met the sapphire richness of the deity. \"Tonight, she will go to him, she will go willingly and give him what is mine. Amin! She has no choice. By your decree, there is no choice.\" He looked out over the waters. \"Tonight, she will be no longer mine and mine alone.\" He dropped his eyes, ashamed. \"And you ask why I grieve.\"
\"Haldir. Tonight, this act will begin to open their inner eyes. She willin tin to discover, through this act, that she can trust him, trust his judgment. With this act, he will begin to discover that she can teach him, that he can be more than what he thinks he was meant to be. With this newly forged trust, they step closer to finding what was lost.\"
The Big Elf\'s eyes flew to her face, his hands grabbing, clutching at the Valar\'s. \"Tell me, my Lady, promise me,\" he pleaded, \"that this will guarantee that her bow will be found!\"
The Valar smiled sadly. \"Alas, there is no guarantee. But their chances improve.\" She watched as the Big Elf snorted in disappointment. \"The more they rely on each other, each other\'s talents, the more likely the chances of them finding it, of allowing her to teher her descendant.\"
\"She will feel guilt of this night. She will roam inward and gnaw on her own soul.\"
\"That she will. Perhaps, you should consider using one of your dream visits to assure her of your love, of her path.\"
\"They are numbered. I may only go to her but a few times.\" He was squeezing her hands, gripping them tightly, not realizing...
\"Yes, they are and you know why your contact with her has been limited. But as you say, she will feel great guilt. Haldir.\" The gentle Valar removed her hands from his grip and laid the palms to rest on his cheeks. \"Would you have her alone? Would you have her flounder? Would you have her without anyone to protect her?\"
\"N\'uma.\" It was whispered, wrung out from a aging voice. The Elf turned back to the flowing water, ashamed of the catch in his throat. His words were hard. \"She will love him. She will love him and forget about us and our life...\"
\"Din!\" It was sharp, spoken with the command of a powerful being. \"Her love for you will never wane. You are bound to her and she will be returned to you if she is able to complete this task!\"
\"But she will love him and worry about him...\" Tari\'s fingertips lay on his lips, silencing him.
\"Let the Guardian go with the Werewolf. Do not dwell on this. It does you no good to brood on this.\" She took him by the hand and started to lead him from the river. \"Come, my child. Come take refuge in my garden and cool your spirit in the waters. There you may bathe in them and be relieved of all worries and pains. Think not of the act, but rather the greater chance of your beloved being returned to you.\"
And as the Big Elf followed the Valar into the woods, a flattened orange refilled, returning to normal, and continued its journey down the river.
***
And we\'re glowin\' like the metal on the edge of a knife
Come on, hold on tight
Though it\'s cold and lonely in the deep, dark night
I can see Paradise by the Dashboard light..
Paradise by the DashBoard Light
Part one
Meatloaf etal
***
The sounds of revelry had wound down. Students had gone back to their houses and common rooms, taking the final dregs of the party with them. Parents had gone heirheir rooms in Hogsmeade or at the school, and Professors, after checking halls and dark corners for students trying to take advantage of the celebration, were off to their respective chambers.
Severus and Bronwyn quietly made their way down a barely lit hallway. If he didn\'t know better, he would have sworn she had drunk some of the spiked pumpkin juice. They had patrolled the upper corridors of the East Wing, Severus, feeling certain that they were being watched, and not by the paintings on the walls. It was if someone had been hiding in the shadows...
Cloaked.
The nagging feeling followed him for quite sometime. Her infernal singing had warned several couples of their approach, limiting his total of points taken. It irked him that in some way, she was thwarting him in his need to discipline everyone in his path.
No matter. He was saving his energy for something more...
...satisfying.
She hummed, creating lilting music in the air, and with graceful hands outstretched, wove back and forth in rhythm to the music. She had unbuttoned the sheer black big shirt and it fluttered with her movements; her partner, invisible.
***
You got to do what you can
And let Mother Nature do the rest
Ain\'t no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
***
\"Bronwyn.\" Snape\'s voice was raspy. He had been hard ever since she had walked into the Great Hall wearing that black strapless catsuit with a joke of a cover up and he was determined to get relief tonight, damn her wiles and damn that prissy, poncy Elf in his dreams. Haldir might kill him tonight, but he would die spent. And there were... other things to deal with, her emotions, her bow, her, their future... well, he would cross that bridge later. \"What in hell are you dancing to?\" They came to her classroom and he opened the door for her.
\"Something pretty.\" She waltzed by him into the classroom, not paying any heed to the fact that he warded the classroom door behind him. Gods, he hoped Remus had gotten Amadeus out. The wolf would be most unhappy with the night events and he was prepared to put a binding spell on the animal if he must, promise or no promise. Bronwyn had waltzed up to her chamber door.
\"Carl Philippe Emmanuel Bach!\" The door swung open. Snape followed her in, his eyes never leaving her. She turned a bright smile on him as he shut the door behind him.
\"Ah! Severus! Thank you so much for seeing me to my door...\" Her voice trickled off at the sight of him threading complicated wards on her door, his wand weaving intricate patterns. \"Severus? Why are you warding yourself in?\" He strode into the living area and placed wards on the fireplace before answering her.
\"You have captured the interest of a very powerful wizard, madam.\" He came to a stop a few feet from her and resheathed his wand before tucking his hands into his elbows.
\"Who? Lucius Malfoy?\" She waved a hand, before placing it on his chest, fingers wrapped around the large wool-covered button. \"Pshaw! I will take my knives and cut off his locks! I can handle him!\" She went to step around him. \"You don\'t have to spend the night...ooof.\" She found herself pressed against the door, his hands outstretched on both sides of her shoulders, effectively encasing her.
\"You did catch Lucius\' attention, which is not a wise thing to do, silly chit.\" He leaned in closer, their foreheads almost touching, his lips, inches above . Hi. His unique scent of burning wood and sandalwood assailed her. \"But that was not who I was talking about.\"
\"I did? It isn\'t?\" Her breathing was shallow, and she licked her lips nervously. \"Who\'s attention did I...catch?\"
\"Mine.\"
And his mouth descended.
***
you could have a steam train
if you\'d just lay down your tracks
you could have an aeroplane flying
if you bring your blue sky back
***
She was shocked by the gentleness of it. His lips were softer than she imagined, dreamed of. It was sweetness she had no idea he possessed. Leisurely, he tasted her lips, his tongue flicking over her bottom lip. Her grip tightened on his jacket and she pulled him closer.
She opened her mouth beneath his, inviting him in to pure, unadulterated heat.
Snape was shocked by her response. He had expected revulsion, rejection. He EXPECTED to have to seduce, coerce her! He certainly did not expect her to... Merlin\'s Robes... she was kissing him back.
And when she opened her mouth, he knew he was lost. He growled into her mouth...
***
all you do is call me
I\'ll be anything you need
***
He had wanted it to be gentle, had wanted to go slow, take his time, but she was having none of that. She pressed up, pressing into him, pressing into his hardening shaft. Her hands, arms were hanging on his coat and as he explored the heated cavern of her mouth, she inhaled him in, nibbling on his lip, his tongue, licking, sucking.
Somehow, his hands found her shoulders, the loose-fitting blouse sliding off, floating to the floor, his fingertips on soft skin. Likewise, he felt her hands moving, fingers working as she pressed against him, his form-fitting frock coat, easing, opening. Her hands dislodged the long, heavy sleeves, sliding under it. He shrugged it off, hearing the heavy wool hit the carpet with a soft thud. He deepened the kiss, reaching into her fire. She wrapped her arms around him, under his arms, up his back, pulling herself closer, her mouth slanting beneath his.
For a moment, he had second thoughts. He tore his mouth from hers.
\"Bronwyn...\" he breathed in her ear. \"I cannot stop. Tell me now...\"
She grabbed his head, roughly, pulling him back to her and latched back on. \"Don\'t....stop...\" Her teeth nipped almost painfully on his bottom lip.
His hands slid down, down to cup her cheeks and grabbing them, he pulled her up, off the floor, to straddle him around the waist, pinning her back to the door. She gasped when her back thumped against the wood. She grasped him around the neck and waist, locking her hands and feet around his body. Her eyes were huge, the pupils dilated.
The only sound in the room was their jagged breathing.
Her body screamed for more...
***
you could have a big dipper
going up and down, all around the bends
you could have a bumper car, bumping
this amusement never ends
***
He wanted... he wanted... Damn, he did not have gh hgh hands do to what he wanted. He tore his mouth from hers again, only to hear her moan in frustration. The bed was too far for what he wanted. He should head that way, but his self-control was slipping. Obsidian eyes looked quickly around the chambers, the apartment... looking for the perfect...
Merlin help him, her lips found the crook of his neck. Lips and teeth nibbled on his Adam\'s apple and quickly slid to the soft spot under his ear. If he didn\'t find somewhere to sit her, they would end up on the floor in front of her door. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied the perfect...
In long strides, he reached the kitchen and set her on the counter; her lips had never left his neck. There had been a glass there. They heard it shatter when he backhanded it sideways. She didn\'t care. Her teeth had found his ear lobe.
And nipped.
His mouth sought hers again, his hands cupping her face.
\"No regrets. No guilt. In the morning.\" His breath was ragged. Her fingers had found the tangle of his long hair... silk, oh, Sweet Elbereth... shiny, soft, silk...
\"None. Don\'t... stop...\" She didn\'t know how she was breathing; much less how she could speak. Her bottom lip was in his mouth and she was latched onto his top one. He heard her... him... what WAS that inelegant slurping?... She arched backwards, legs still wrapped around him. \"Touch me... Please.\"
His hands immediately sought the breasts he had dreamed of. They were larger, fuller than he thought and the sounds she made, he knew touching them was what she wanted. He did not hear her shoes hit the floor behind him as she kicked them off, one at a time.
All he knew was the catsuit was in his way. It was soft to the touch, but he wanted that mulberry-scented skin. His fingers gripped the top of the suit and yanked it to her waist...
***
I want to be...
***
...to reveal the black strapless bustier underneath. His mouth had moved to her ear, where he had taken possession of her earlobe. He snarled in frustration...
***
your sledgehammer
why don\'t you call my name
***
...and grabbing the top of the delicate undergarment, hearing the material rip, give, he yanked it to her waist, freeing the large globes to the cool air.
Large hands lifted them; Gods, they were heavy, his thumbs flicked the nipples, caressed the pebbling areolas. The skin was soft, silky to the touch. Her hands, still in his hair, pulled his lips from her ear and back to her mouth. Her tongue invaded him... and by all that was not holy, he was enjoying her response... her feet rubbed the back of his legs. She pulled backwards and he looked deep into her eyes.
If embers burned, flames arose, sparked, smoldered, they did so in her eyes. Her words set him ablaze.
\"Touch me.\"
He pulled her back to him, his grim smile in her ear.
\"I am.\" he chuckled wickedly. \"What more do you want?\" Her groan of defiant exasperation sparked him even further. He rolled her engorged nipples between thumb and forefingers, to that thin point of pleasure and pain. He ground himself into her. \"Tell me, Bronwyn, exactly what to you want?\" His tongue delved into her ear and she spasmed...
***
show me round your fruitcage
\'cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be
***
The feel of his heated breath in her ear set her flames higher. \"You know what I want. Do not tease...aaaah, Merde!\"
He continued to caress and to stimulate. \"Such language, from a Professor!\" His tongue went back into her ear. \"And an old woman, to boot!\" He heard her gasp in indignation and smirked back in that tiny canal. His hands left her breasts and coiling under her arms, pulled her flush against him. She was thisclose to begging and the thought of her pleading made him even more aroused. \"I am afraid, my dear, that I am a bit out of practice.\" he teased mercilessly. \"You will need to tell me exactly what you want.\" He nipped at the already tender lobe. \"And I do mean, exactly.\"
She pulled away from him, grasping his face in her hands.
\"Exactly?\"
His eyes met the fervor of her gaze. Not the heat, but the actual flames.
And he was a has brs breadth from lost.
\"Exactly.\"
She kissed him full on the mouth, tongue snaking across his lip.
\"Suck on them, pull on them, press them together and put both in your mouth.\" She grasped his bottom lip in her mouth and held it between her teeth. \"And then suck some more!\" The words were muffled, but clearly discernable.
When he complied, her head hit the cabinet, with a whack so loud, he almost looked up to check on her. Her hands hit the counter with a loud thud and her groan of ecstasy...
***
you\'d better call the sledgehammer
put your mind at rest
***
... was audible throughout the apartment. A niggling voice in the back of his head reminded him to do a doming spell, to silence the room, but...
Who cared at this point? He most certainly did not. His attention reverted fully to the two nipples in his mouth, teasing both. She was wrapped around him, rubbing against him, nuzzling his hair, urging him on in a language he recognized but, did not understand...
\"Amin.\"
Severus\' head shot up at her whisper. He recognized that word.
Mine.
\"What?\" His hands were back at her breasts. Her look was hooded, pure sensual heat and he was caught off guard when she shoved him backwards into the refrigerator. He tripped over her discarded shoes, barely catching himself, slamming into the large object. Small breakable knick - knacks on the top came down with a clatter as the Muggle appliance rocked unsteadily. Hopping down from the counter, she grabbed his shirt at the collar.
\"Amin.\"
And pulled.
Buttons flew, he heard rounded pieces of pearl hitting the floor, the counter, the wall, the sound like splatterings of rolling, tiny glass beads. She yanked the tails from his trousers. His chest was exposed to the same air as hers and, funny thing; his nipples reacted in the same manner. Her lips, her tongue found the thin vertical line of his ribbed abdomen and she trailed the moist tip upwards to his neck. The sound she made in her throat was a cross between a chuckle and a growl as her hands found the small flat disks of his chest. The middle finger of her left hand, gently caressed the brown circle under it; her scrutiny on its neighbor.
Her gaze, burning out of control, slid to his. She cocked her head inwards, her whisper, barely audible.
\"Amin.\"
Mine.
She flicked the nipple with the tip of her tongue.
And then, she blew.
Never had Severus thought a thin stream of cool air would have the same effect as a knee - collapsing curse. Just as he thought he had steeled himself against the turmoil, the havoc she was causing his nerves, she repeated her oath, louder, more forceful...
\"Amin.\"
And her mouth descended on the small, male nipple.
An electric shock wave tore through his spine, pinning him effectively to the refrigerator; the back of his head making the same noise hers had against the cabinet not a few minutes before. ‘Had Voldemort known what this did to a man,\' Snape thought irrelevantly to himself, ‘he would have won the war. We would not have stood a chance.\' He luxuriated in the feeling, her teeth on his body, his knees slowly turning to putty.
She had been in control long enough, he decided.
He forced himself to grab her wrists, pulling her from his chest, bringing the small fists to his face. He tenderly kissed the knuckles. The tone of his voice, the gentleness of his actions, belied his words.
\"What did you say?\" Her response floated on the air.
\"Amin.\"
Mine.
He advanced on her, backing her from the kitchen, back towards the living area, the stairs. He crept, sinuous in movement towards her, his white shirt flowing behind him.
\"No.\" His hands went to the cuffs, unbuttoning...
***
I\'ve been feeding the rhythm
***
She watched in utter fascination as he stripped the shirt from his body, flinging it across the room. For a fraction of second, it hung, sleeves akimbo, floating like a ghost in the dim light, before falling gently to the floor. As she watched it, he reached for her, reaching for the bunched material of her catsuit. He grasped it, forcing her to fall backwards on the steps.
For a short moment, he considered using magic to remove the bothersome piece of cloth from her, but he decided that tearing it off with his hands had much more... appeal, literally. Grasping the wadded material, he peeled the catsuit from her body, maneuvering it over her hips, lingering there to caress the fleshy part of her bum before continuing down her legs, slinging the thing behind him, where it joined his shirt in the floor. Before she could slide away from him, he straddled her on his knees, his hands on the steps above. Her hands tested the breadth of his shoulders, stroked the sinews of his open arms. The gentle touch of her was almost his undoing. He could feel the heat of her and his cock was straining against his trousers, desperate to find its way into her. He dipped his head in a savage kiss.
\"Amin.\"
er eer eyes flew open, the haze in them temporarily clearing. \"Wha-\"
\"Amin!\" It was more forceful, demanding. \"Admit it, Bronwyn. Amin!\" One hand was on her breast, his lips in her ear. He blew, nibbled, at the lobe and exulted in the realization, that THAT was what made her shiver.
That night in the alcove, when he had caught her masturbating that firime ime - she hadn\'t shivered in revulsion. She had WANTED his attention.
Now, there\'s a whole new light on the subject...
\"Amin.\" he ground out, his hand now moved to the elastic of her panties. \"Amin, Bronwyn!\"
Her mouth sought his. \"Uma.\"
Yes
Again.
\"Amin.\"
\"Uma.\"
His hand was on the waistband of the dark, silken triangle clothing her hips. \"What? No thong?\" She was scooting up the stairs, one at a time, aiding in their removal.
\"I do not wear butt floss!\"
His deep, rich chuckled filled the stairwell as the scrap of material was flung over his shoulder, landing on the banister. All she had on now was the ruined scrunch of the brassiere. He could see the neatly trimmed patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs as she moved up the stairs one at a time and the desire to bury his nose in it became beyond overwhelming. He stalked her, climbing up, deadly intent in his eyes as he straddled her yet again, looming over her.
His mouth crashed down on hers, searing in its own heat. He pulled up alongside her, one arm around, supporting her weight, while the other explored, dropping to the indentation of her belly, lower, lower into the damp nest of curls. He didn\'t have to ask her to open her legs...
He parted her, juices flowing freely. Her folds were slick, the bud of her desire, slicker. His fingers flicked over them, his mouth inhaling her groans.
The long digits waved poised over her...
\"Amin?\" It wasn\'t a question really. He rested his forehead against hers, blackness searching the fire. Did she realize she was his?
Only a breath of hesitation. \"Uma.\"
Two fingers thrust full force into molten lava.
She jerked up at the intrusion, the sensation. His thumb was on her clit, teasing it, bringing her up. He was kissing her again, his tongue matching the slow thrusting rhythm of his fingers. She bucked, moved to his probing fingers. He felt her tightening, reaching...
She groaned in aggravation as he pulled away from her and removed his hand...
***
I\'ve been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
***
and laid his coated fingers across her lips. She sucked them in, licking her essence from them.
The gleam in her eyes was just beyond wicked.
\"So,\" she asked silkily, \"are you gonna stand there all night in your shoes and trousers?\"
His eyebrow arched sardonically.
\"I mean, after all, isn\'t it unfair that I lie here with hardly a stitch on, exposed to your eyes and you\'re still... clothed?\"
His grin was snarky, as he stood up and began to remove his shoes. In a flash, she was up the stairs, her naked bottom jiggling at eye level, disappearing in the curve. Her heard her stop at the top, metal snapping and the rattle of the glass panes in the doors to her room.
Oh, but she was asking for it! Did she honestly think a door would stop him? Sinful thoughts of what he would do to that bum with his mouth settled heavily in his lust-driven thoughts. Slowly he allowed each shoe to fall with several loud thuds as they fell down the steps. A sock followed on the next step, joined by another sock on the top of the banister.
Lying in front of the closed glass doors, were the remnants of her brassiere.
He could not see inside.
He delved towards her, feeling her out. Felt her need. Felt her... playfulness...
He opened the doors, to see her standing at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but her hair and bathed in moonlight. She stood in the shadow of the piano.
Come into my lair, said the spider to the fly.
Ah, but WHO was the spider and who was the fly?
He advanced again, his hands going to the waistband of his trousers.
\"No!\" Her voice was hoarse and she met him, hands out stretched. \"Let me.\"
Deftly, she undid the buttons, the fastenings. She stood flush against him, his hands stroking her shoulders and back as she slid hers under his trousers, his undergarments and caressed the curve of his backside. Using the back of her arms, she slid his clothing over him, down, down... she knelt lower as he sprang free from the confines of his clothes.
She planted sweet kisses on his hips as she bunched his garments around his ankles, allowing him to step out. As she tossed them out of the way, she focused in that which was most important...
\"Severus! You have been hiding all of this under your robes? Small wonder you wear so many clothes...!\"
\"Glad you appro--\" his voice caught in a gasp of air as she grasped him.
She had forgotten what a Man tasted like. Salt. Salt and perspiration. She pumped, slid her hand slowly for several moments, taking in the sheer size and thickness of him. He was uncut and she gently pulled the foreskin back, taking in the satiny head. She rolled her thumb across the top, before sliding her hand down and gently cupping his heavy scrotum. She looked up at him rather saucily as she blew across the head and winked... she winked at him! With a look of sheer devotion, she held him firmly, as she laid her cheek alongside him, caressing the rigid shaft with her soft flesh. Severus\' fingers threaded into her hair, in attempt to guide her mouth to him. She took the hint and licking her lips... wanton... She kissed the tip before flicking the top with her tongue and then inhaling him.
Her tongue billowed around the sides of his thick shaft, slithering over the top. She pulled back at one point, and watched her hand squeeze and slowly slide up and down. When the drops of pre-cum glistened at the top of the head, she devoured him again, sucking the top. Her teeth gently captured the rim as her hand kept up the rhythm. Vaguely, she realized that his hands were in her hair, aiding her movement, setting her pace, her rhythm...
Severus allowed her to minister to him on her knees, enjoying the sight of her lips, the feel of her teeth, dragging along the sides of his column. If she didn\'t stop, he was going to lose it...
Reluctantly, he pulled her to her feet. He nudged her towards the bed, pushing her backwards, towards the side...
She fell on the bed, crawling backwards like a spider. He followed her up, kissing her breasts again. Slowly he made his way downward, tweaking the indention of her belly... lower...
He could smell the sex, the desire on her. Well, hell, I should, he thought to himself; his nose was practically in it. He spread her wide, his tongue flicking her nubbin. He raised up to take a breath and looked towards her face...
To see her staring straight up...
\"NO!\" He raced up her body, resting between her thighs. He grabbed her face, jerking her to look at him. \"AMIN! MINE! You will not think of him.\" She granted him the most beautiful smile as she wrapped her legs around him, her hands going into his hair.
He kissed her hard and pressed his forehead to hers. \"Look at me! Who is making love to you? Tell me!\"
\"You are, Severus.\" She kissed his mouth, his nose, both eyes. \"My dark one, my dark angel.\"
And she flipped him. As she reared back, something above him caught his eye...
\"MADAM! You have a mirror in the canopy of your bed?\"
She grinned down as she attempted to position herself. \"Yes! Ever watch anyone make love to you?\"
She found herself flipped back over, her legs around his waist.
\"Maybe later, but right now...\"
He rubbed himself provocatively over her, teasing her, coating himself. Bronwyn narrowed her eyes, obviously enjoying this side of the Potions Master. She inhaled sharply as he prodded her, just a little.
\"Tease!\"
\"You think so?\" Severus bent down, kissing his way from beneath her breast to the soft hollow of her waist. Stroking, caressing, he slid his hand around her waistline and deftly flipped her over on her stomach. His lips continued their assault, his tongue flicking the small of her back, to the curve and gentle rise of her backside. He pulled up, just a little, to stroke, cup the rounded cheek. He dove back, trailing the edge of his nose across the softly scented skin, to the very top of the cleft...
\"Think so?\" She was panting over her shoulder. \"Know so! You are a tease, a gadfly, hounding my thoughts, my dreams.\" Her breath was heavy and each word, each syllable was forced. She tried to turn back over. \"Finish it, Severus. Stop teasing and give us what we both need!\"
She could see one eyebrow arched in the heavy moonlight. \"Your dreams? Your thoughts? Oh no, you little Jezebel! It is you who have dogged my waking thoughts, my sleeping dreams.\" He pressed his hand to the small of her back, effectively pinning her to the bed. \"You are a lusty one and I\'m going to take my time with you!\"
\"Kiss my arse!\"
Had Bronwyn been able to see the size of his grin, she would have crawled away.
\"Thank you! I think I shall!\" and with that, he dipped his head, blazing a trail with his tongue, placed a chaste kiss on the lower curve of her check...
...before nipping it firmly.
Bronwyn screeched in outrage and attempted to crawl up and away from him, but Severus shoved his arm around her thighs, pinning them. He rolled her over and sank his nose into her mound... inhaling her, taking in her muskiness. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and sank his tongue into her.
Keening wails rose, engulfing the room. Incoherent words and moans assaulted his ears and her fingers found his mane of hair, pulling and grasping. He allowed her to guide him, where, what she wanted, she liked. He sucked gently on the swollen nub, his fingers delving again, finding a delightfully hard knot and enjoying the sensation of her jump (almost painfully into his nose)when he pressed on it.
\"Oh....GOD!...\"
\"Thank you, but no. I am not he.\" Severus whispered heavily against her. Her grip in his hair was becoming borderline painful, and her heels were beating a tattoo on his shoulders, when he decided he had waited long enough. He rose over her body, her still undulating torso making it almost impossible for him to...,
\"Stop moving!\"
Her grabbed her legs, holding them at his waist and...
He slid home.
Gods, she was tight. Tight and wet... and... his head fell forward, black hair spilling on her shoulder. He felt her legs come up, tucking high over his waist.
Slow, reveling in the feel of her, just was not going to happen.
He sank into her, over and over, his eyes closed tightly, hearing her grunt, with each thrust.
\"Sev\'ruuuussss..... you\'re knocking me offa the bed...\"
He opened his eyes, to see her head hanging backwards off the bed, her hair trailing on the floor. She groaned when he pulled out, grasping her around the knees and pulled her back onto the middle of the bed. He anchored her legs around his shoulders and sank back in.
Hell could not be this hot.
Toes tickling his neck. He slid deeper and touched her womb. His forehead was in her neck, his eyes closed tight.
\"Gods, woman.\" he rasped. \"How on earth do you stay so...tight?\" He pulled out, almost all the way before sinking back in.
\"Ben-wa balls.\"
He pulled out again, only to sink into the wet confines of her walls.
\"Ben-wa balls?\" He opened his eyes and peered at her. \"What are Ben- wa balls?\"
Despite her legs being wrapped around his neck and the fact that he was slamming into her pretty hard, she managed a quick kiss on his lips.
\"Ben-wa balls. Made of metal, about so big...\" she made a ring with her thumb and forefinger. \" You place them where you are plowing... right... now... oh yeah... that\'s good.\" Her back raised and he watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. \"One... should...remove... them... before... going... through... security... at... the... airport...\"
Severus thrust into her fully, pinning her to the bed. \"Why?\"
Her hands reached down, pressing him into her, forcing him to resume, quickening his rhythm.
\"Sets off the alarms.\" Her fingernails grasped him, pulled him in harder. She arched up, reaching... \"A! Yon-ta! Vor-ya! Nai! Nai!\"
His lips hovered over hers, his hair on her face. \"In... Eng...lish...\"
\"Don\'t... stop.\"
\"I had no... intention...\" Her nails were raking across his back, digging in. He pulled them from around his neck and pinned them above her head, taking in the line, the taut stretch of her neck... he leaned down, the scent of mulberries and sweat... intoxicating combination... as he ran his nose over her earlobe and nipped, suckled at her earlobe.
His breathing was ragged.
So was hers.
He was fast losing control.
He was beyond caring.
He felt her clench. Her whispered encouragement...
\"Saes...\"
Please...
At that moment, he mentally delved inside her, felt her primal, orgasmic scream... could hear the blood rushing; his? hers?... could feel him, inside her... feel how she squeezed, pulled on him... how unique, a woman\'s pleasure...
Ohgodohgodohpleasepleasepleaselemmelemmecumcumcum....
Your wish...
And when she arched backwards, spasming, screaming HIS name, alongside what he supposed were several deities, he pounded until he thought he would mash her to the bed.
And exploded...
***
FEEEEELINGS....
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Feeeeeeel...
***
\"Bronwyn.\"
\"Hmm?\"
\"You will cease with that noise, immediately!\"
Insufferable giggling.
***
Severus lay on his side, looking at the piano bathed in moonlight. Bronwyn\'s arm lay draped over his waist and he could feel her breath gently caressing his shoulder blade.
She oozed of contentment.
He stroked the hand at his waist. It would be easy to let it lie; allow himself to... dream.
Gods, he had forgotten how to dream, to plan the future, to think he had such. It would be lovely to think she felt something for him. Severus steeled himself.
No.
Best get it said and in the clear and over with.
\"Bronwyn?
\"Hmm?
\"This is very nice...\"
\"Yessssss...\"
\"I would not mind sharing such intimacy with you again...\"
Very contented purring from her.
Her hand began to caress his waist, moving down to his hip.
\"I just wanted you to know that I understand.\"
The hand slowed.
\"Understand? Understand what?\"
Damn, she was going to play stupid and make this difficult. He resituated his head into the pillow, focusing on the piano. \"I understand that you are reaching to me out of physical need. You do not love me; I understand that.\"
The hand stopped.
\"Are you telling me this is a one night stand?\"
Her hackles were up. Why was she so irate? He was doing this to ease her conscience!
\"If you do not wish for this to be a one night stand, no.\"
\"Do YOU want it to be one?\" Her voice was deceptively soft.
\"No.\"
\"Then what are you talking about?\"
Severus rolled his eyes. \"What I am saying, you silly chit, is I know you love someone else; that you are reaching to me for physical release and I do not mind.\"
Silence. He should have been worried.
\"So\" - she finally whispered, \"What you are suggesting is because I love Haldir, there is no possible way I could care for or love you and it is all right with you that I unleash my lustful desires on your sex - god - walking - body?\"
Why did she sound... angry?
\"I would not put it that way, but yes.\"
\"Oh,\"
Silence.
Severus thought the air cleared, the conversation accepted and over and he settled in for sleep.
One minute, the Dark Wizard was settling comfortably into sleep. The next, he fell, hurtled to the floor. Kicked out of the bed by two feet.
***
TBC
***
(I wanna be)
Your Sledgehammer
Peter Gabriel
Don\'t you sit under the Lemon Tree with Nobody Else but me! or I wanna be your Sledgehammer
The sunlight filtered gently between the leaves of the great mallorn trees, sunbeams dancing on the water of the peaceful river. Leaves fell and gently swirled in the eddies of the current, while mist rose from the waters and blanketed the fallen leaves and flowers
Something else floated in the quiet waters. Memories, thoughts, the lingering of a sweet lover\'s first kiss.
The big Elf stood in the water, head bowed. Giant tears flowed, dripping from his cheeks. His jaw ticked in fury, his fist clenched, as he fought back the stinging in his eyes. Looking into the water, his vision a blurred haze, he saw the rounded object bumping against his boot. He bent over to retrieve the item. He knew what it was the moment he grasped it.
A soggy, partially eaten or.
.
‘Geez, Haldir! Look what you have done...\'
An elegant shoulder lifted to wipe the juice from a soft cheek.
‘N\'uma. Let me...\'
A kiss.
The big Elf closed his eyes, in pain, in grief.
He did not jump when the gentle hand touched him on the shoulder.
\"Why do you grieve, Haldir of Lorien?\"
He squeezed the remains of the orange, juice dripping from between his fingers.
\"Because tonight she sacrifices herself on the altar of her bed. She sacrifices our love, our bonding at your behest. At your command, she whores herself...\"
\"Haldir. Do you truly see her as a whore?\"
For a moment, nothing was heard but the sound of the water, laughing around rocks.
\"N\'uma. No, I do not.\"
He dropped the orange, mashed beyond recognition and the two watched it float away, the last reminder of the sweetest memory.
The Valar walked to stand at his side, the water drenching her form. \"Tell me, Haldir. What do you truly feel? What lies in your heart?\"
Anguished eyes met the sapphire richness of the deity. \"Tonight, she will go to him, she will go willingly and give him what is mine. Amin! She has no choice. By your decree, there is no choice.\" He looked out over the waters. \"Tonight, she will be no longer mine and mine alone.\" He dropped his eyes, ashamed. \"And you ask why I grieve.\"
\"Haldir. Tonight, this act will begin to open their inner eyes. She willin tin to discover, through this act, that she can trust him, trust his judgment. With this act, he will begin to discover that she can teach him, that he can be more than what he thinks he was meant to be. With this newly forged trust, they step closer to finding what was lost.\"
The Big Elf\'s eyes flew to her face, his hands grabbing, clutching at the Valar\'s. \"Tell me, my Lady, promise me,\" he pleaded, \"that this will guarantee that her bow will be found!\"
The Valar smiled sadly. \"Alas, there is no guarantee. But their chances improve.\" She watched as the Big Elf snorted in disappointment. \"The more they rely on each other, each other\'s talents, the more likely the chances of them finding it, of allowing her to teher her descendant.\"
\"She will feel guilt of this night. She will roam inward and gnaw on her own soul.\"
\"That she will. Perhaps, you should consider using one of your dream visits to assure her of your love, of her path.\"
\"They are numbered. I may only go to her but a few times.\" He was squeezing her hands, gripping them tightly, not realizing...
\"Yes, they are and you know why your contact with her has been limited. But as you say, she will feel great guilt. Haldir.\" The gentle Valar removed her hands from his grip and laid the palms to rest on his cheeks. \"Would you have her alone? Would you have her flounder? Would you have her without anyone to protect her?\"
\"N\'uma.\" It was whispered, wrung out from a aging voice. The Elf turned back to the flowing water, ashamed of the catch in his throat. His words were hard. \"She will love him. She will love him and forget about us and our life...\"
\"Din!\" It was sharp, spoken with the command of a powerful being. \"Her love for you will never wane. You are bound to her and she will be returned to you if she is able to complete this task!\"
\"But she will love him and worry about him...\" Tari\'s fingertips lay on his lips, silencing him.
\"Let the Guardian go with the Werewolf. Do not dwell on this. It does you no good to brood on this.\" She took him by the hand and started to lead him from the river. \"Come, my child. Come take refuge in my garden and cool your spirit in the waters. There you may bathe in them and be relieved of all worries and pains. Think not of the act, but rather the greater chance of your beloved being returned to you.\"
And as the Big Elf followed the Valar into the woods, a flattened orange refilled, returning to normal, and continued its journey down the river.
***
And we\'re glowin\' like the metal on the edge of a knife
Come on, hold on tight
Though it\'s cold and lonely in the deep, dark night
I can see Paradise by the Dashboard light..
Paradise by the DashBoard Light
Part one
Meatloaf etal
***
The sounds of revelry had wound down. Students had gone back to their houses and common rooms, taking the final dregs of the party with them. Parents had gone heirheir rooms in Hogsmeade or at the school, and Professors, after checking halls and dark corners for students trying to take advantage of the celebration, were off to their respective chambers.
Severus and Bronwyn quietly made their way down a barely lit hallway. If he didn\'t know better, he would have sworn she had drunk some of the spiked pumpkin juice. They had patrolled the upper corridors of the East Wing, Severus, feeling certain that they were being watched, and not by the paintings on the walls. It was if someone had been hiding in the shadows...
Cloaked.
The nagging feeling followed him for quite sometime. Her infernal singing had warned several couples of their approach, limiting his total of points taken. It irked him that in some way, she was thwarting him in his need to discipline everyone in his path.
No matter. He was saving his energy for something more...
...satisfying.
She hummed, creating lilting music in the air, and with graceful hands outstretched, wove back and forth in rhythm to the music. She had unbuttoned the sheer black big shirt and it fluttered with her movements; her partner, invisible.
***
You got to do what you can
And let Mother Nature do the rest
Ain\'t no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
***
\"Bronwyn.\" Snape\'s voice was raspy. He had been hard ever since she had walked into the Great Hall wearing that black strapless catsuit with a joke of a cover up and he was determined to get relief tonight, damn her wiles and damn that prissy, poncy Elf in his dreams. Haldir might kill him tonight, but he would die spent. And there were... other things to deal with, her emotions, her bow, her, their future... well, he would cross that bridge later. \"What in hell are you dancing to?\" They came to her classroom and he opened the door for her.
\"Something pretty.\" She waltzed by him into the classroom, not paying any heed to the fact that he warded the classroom door behind him. Gods, he hoped Remus had gotten Amadeus out. The wolf would be most unhappy with the night events and he was prepared to put a binding spell on the animal if he must, promise or no promise. Bronwyn had waltzed up to her chamber door.
\"Carl Philippe Emmanuel Bach!\" The door swung open. Snape followed her in, his eyes never leaving her. She turned a bright smile on him as he shut the door behind him.
\"Ah! Severus! Thank you so much for seeing me to my door...\" Her voice trickled off at the sight of him threading complicated wards on her door, his wand weaving intricate patterns. \"Severus? Why are you warding yourself in?\" He strode into the living area and placed wards on the fireplace before answering her.
\"You have captured the interest of a very powerful wizard, madam.\" He came to a stop a few feet from her and resheathed his wand before tucking his hands into his elbows.
\"Who? Lucius Malfoy?\" She waved a hand, before placing it on his chest, fingers wrapped around the large wool-covered button. \"Pshaw! I will take my knives and cut off his locks! I can handle him!\" She went to step around him. \"You don\'t have to spend the night...ooof.\" She found herself pressed against the door, his hands outstretched on both sides of her shoulders, effectively encasing her.
\"You did catch Lucius\' attention, which is not a wise thing to do, silly chit.\" He leaned in closer, their foreheads almost touching, his lips, inches above . Hi. His unique scent of burning wood and sandalwood assailed her. \"But that was not who I was talking about.\"
\"I did? It isn\'t?\" Her breathing was shallow, and she licked her lips nervously. \"Who\'s attention did I...catch?\"
\"Mine.\"
And his mouth descended.
***
you could have a steam train
if you\'d just lay down your tracks
you could have an aeroplane flying
if you bring your blue sky back
***
She was shocked by the gentleness of it. His lips were softer than she imagined, dreamed of. It was sweetness she had no idea he possessed. Leisurely, he tasted her lips, his tongue flicking over her bottom lip. Her grip tightened on his jacket and she pulled him closer.
She opened her mouth beneath his, inviting him in to pure, unadulterated heat.
Snape was shocked by her response. He had expected revulsion, rejection. He EXPECTED to have to seduce, coerce her! He certainly did not expect her to... Merlin\'s Robes... she was kissing him back.
And when she opened her mouth, he knew he was lost. He growled into her mouth...
***
all you do is call me
I\'ll be anything you need
***
He had wanted it to be gentle, had wanted to go slow, take his time, but she was having none of that. She pressed up, pressing into him, pressing into his hardening shaft. Her hands, arms were hanging on his coat and as he explored the heated cavern of her mouth, she inhaled him in, nibbling on his lip, his tongue, licking, sucking.
Somehow, his hands found her shoulders, the loose-fitting blouse sliding off, floating to the floor, his fingertips on soft skin. Likewise, he felt her hands moving, fingers working as she pressed against him, his form-fitting frock coat, easing, opening. Her hands dislodged the long, heavy sleeves, sliding under it. He shrugged it off, hearing the heavy wool hit the carpet with a soft thud. He deepened the kiss, reaching into her fire. She wrapped her arms around him, under his arms, up his back, pulling herself closer, her mouth slanting beneath his.
For a moment, he had second thoughts. He tore his mouth from hers.
\"Bronwyn...\" he breathed in her ear. \"I cannot stop. Tell me now...\"
She grabbed his head, roughly, pulling him back to her and latched back on. \"Don\'t....stop...\" Her teeth nipped almost painfully on his bottom lip.
His hands slid down, down to cup her cheeks and grabbing them, he pulled her up, off the floor, to straddle him around the waist, pinning her back to the door. She gasped when her back thumped against the wood. She grasped him around the neck and waist, locking her hands and feet around his body. Her eyes were huge, the pupils dilated.
The only sound in the room was their jagged breathing.
Her body screamed for more...
***
you could have a big dipper
going up and down, all around the bends
you could have a bumper car, bumping
this amusement never ends
***
He wanted... he wanted... Damn, he did not have gh hgh hands do to what he wanted. He tore his mouth from hers again, only to hear her moan in frustration. The bed was too far for what he wanted. He should head that way, but his self-control was slipping. Obsidian eyes looked quickly around the chambers, the apartment... looking for the perfect...
Merlin help him, her lips found the crook of his neck. Lips and teeth nibbled on his Adam\'s apple and quickly slid to the soft spot under his ear. If he didn\'t find somewhere to sit her, they would end up on the floor in front of her door. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied the perfect...
In long strides, he reached the kitchen and set her on the counter; her lips had never left his neck. There had been a glass there. They heard it shatter when he backhanded it sideways. She didn\'t care. Her teeth had found his ear lobe.
And nipped.
His mouth sought hers again, his hands cupping her face.
\"No regrets. No guilt. In the morning.\" His breath was ragged. Her fingers had found the tangle of his long hair... silk, oh, Sweet Elbereth... shiny, soft, silk...
\"None. Don\'t... stop...\" She didn\'t know how she was breathing; much less how she could speak. Her bottom lip was in his mouth and she was latched onto his top one. He heard her... him... what WAS that inelegant slurping?... She arched backwards, legs still wrapped around him. \"Touch me... Please.\"
His hands immediately sought the breasts he had dreamed of. They were larger, fuller than he thought and the sounds she made, he knew touching them was what she wanted. He did not hear her shoes hit the floor behind him as she kicked them off, one at a time.
All he knew was the catsuit was in his way. It was soft to the touch, but he wanted that mulberry-scented skin. His fingers gripped the top of the suit and yanked it to her waist...
***
I want to be...
***
...to reveal the black strapless bustier underneath. His mouth had moved to her ear, where he had taken possession of her earlobe. He snarled in frustration...
***
your sledgehammer
why don\'t you call my name
***
...and grabbing the top of the delicate undergarment, hearing the material rip, give, he yanked it to her waist, freeing the large globes to the cool air.
Large hands lifted them; Gods, they were heavy, his thumbs flicked the nipples, caressed the pebbling areolas. The skin was soft, silky to the touch. Her hands, still in his hair, pulled his lips from her ear and back to her mouth. Her tongue invaded him... and by all that was not holy, he was enjoying her response... her feet rubbed the back of his legs. She pulled backwards and he looked deep into her eyes.
If embers burned, flames arose, sparked, smoldered, they did so in her eyes. Her words set him ablaze.
\"Touch me.\"
He pulled her back to him, his grim smile in her ear.
\"I am.\" he chuckled wickedly. \"What more do you want?\" Her groan of defiant exasperation sparked him even further. He rolled her engorged nipples between thumb and forefingers, to that thin point of pleasure and pain. He ground himself into her. \"Tell me, Bronwyn, exactly what to you want?\" His tongue delved into her ear and she spasmed...
***
show me round your fruitcage
\'cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be
***
The feel of his heated breath in her ear set her flames higher. \"You know what I want. Do not tease...aaaah, Merde!\"
He continued to caress and to stimulate. \"Such language, from a Professor!\" His tongue went back into her ear. \"And an old woman, to boot!\" He heard her gasp in indignation and smirked back in that tiny canal. His hands left her breasts and coiling under her arms, pulled her flush against him. She was thisclose to begging and the thought of her pleading made him even more aroused. \"I am afraid, my dear, that I am a bit out of practice.\" he teased mercilessly. \"You will need to tell me exactly what you want.\" He nipped at the already tender lobe. \"And I do mean, exactly.\"
She pulled away from him, grasping his face in her hands.
\"Exactly?\"
His eyes met the fervor of her gaze. Not the heat, but the actual flames.
And he was a has brs breadth from lost.
\"Exactly.\"
She kissed him full on the mouth, tongue snaking across his lip.
\"Suck on them, pull on them, press them together and put both in your mouth.\" She grasped his bottom lip in her mouth and held it between her teeth. \"And then suck some more!\" The words were muffled, but clearly discernable.
When he complied, her head hit the cabinet, with a whack so loud, he almost looked up to check on her. Her hands hit the counter with a loud thud and her groan of ecstasy...
***
you\'d better call the sledgehammer
put your mind at rest
***
... was audible throughout the apartment. A niggling voice in the back of his head reminded him to do a doming spell, to silence the room, but...
Who cared at this point? He most certainly did not. His attention reverted fully to the two nipples in his mouth, teasing both. She was wrapped around him, rubbing against him, nuzzling his hair, urging him on in a language he recognized but, did not understand...
\"Amin.\"
Severus\' head shot up at her whisper. He recognized that word.
Mine.
\"What?\" His hands were back at her breasts. Her look was hooded, pure sensual heat and he was caught off guard when she shoved him backwards into the refrigerator. He tripped over her discarded shoes, barely catching himself, slamming into the large object. Small breakable knick - knacks on the top came down with a clatter as the Muggle appliance rocked unsteadily. Hopping down from the counter, she grabbed his shirt at the collar.
\"Amin.\"
And pulled.
Buttons flew, he heard rounded pieces of pearl hitting the floor, the counter, the wall, the sound like splatterings of rolling, tiny glass beads. She yanked the tails from his trousers. His chest was exposed to the same air as hers and, funny thing; his nipples reacted in the same manner. Her lips, her tongue found the thin vertical line of his ribbed abdomen and she trailed the moist tip upwards to his neck. The sound she made in her throat was a cross between a chuckle and a growl as her hands found the small flat disks of his chest. The middle finger of her left hand, gently caressed the brown circle under it; her scrutiny on its neighbor.
Her gaze, burning out of control, slid to his. She cocked her head inwards, her whisper, barely audible.
\"Amin.\"
Mine.
She flicked the nipple with the tip of her tongue.
And then, she blew.
Never had Severus thought a thin stream of cool air would have the same effect as a knee - collapsing curse. Just as he thought he had steeled himself against the turmoil, the havoc she was causing his nerves, she repeated her oath, louder, more forceful...
\"Amin.\"
And her mouth descended on the small, male nipple.
An electric shock wave tore through his spine, pinning him effectively to the refrigerator; the back of his head making the same noise hers had against the cabinet not a few minutes before. ‘Had Voldemort known what this did to a man,\' Snape thought irrelevantly to himself, ‘he would have won the war. We would not have stood a chance.\' He luxuriated in the feeling, her teeth on his body, his knees slowly turning to putty.
She had been in control long enough, he decided.
He forced himself to grab her wrists, pulling her from his chest, bringing the small fists to his face. He tenderly kissed the knuckles. The tone of his voice, the gentleness of his actions, belied his words.
\"What did you say?\" Her response floated on the air.
\"Amin.\"
Mine.
He advanced on her, backing her from the kitchen, back towards the living area, the stairs. He crept, sinuous in movement towards her, his white shirt flowing behind him.
\"No.\" His hands went to the cuffs, unbuttoning...
***
I\'ve been feeding the rhythm
***
She watched in utter fascination as he stripped the shirt from his body, flinging it across the room. For a fraction of second, it hung, sleeves akimbo, floating like a ghost in the dim light, before falling gently to the floor. As she watched it, he reached for her, reaching for the bunched material of her catsuit. He grasped it, forcing her to fall backwards on the steps.
For a short moment, he considered using magic to remove the bothersome piece of cloth from her, but he decided that tearing it off with his hands had much more... appeal, literally. Grasping the wadded material, he peeled the catsuit from her body, maneuvering it over her hips, lingering there to caress the fleshy part of her bum before continuing down her legs, slinging the thing behind him, where it joined his shirt in the floor. Before she could slide away from him, he straddled her on his knees, his hands on the steps above. Her hands tested the breadth of his shoulders, stroked the sinews of his open arms. The gentle touch of her was almost his undoing. He could feel the heat of her and his cock was straining against his trousers, desperate to find its way into her. He dipped his head in a savage kiss.
\"Amin.\"
er eer eyes flew open, the haze in them temporarily clearing. \"Wha-\"
\"Amin!\" It was more forceful, demanding. \"Admit it, Bronwyn. Amin!\" One hand was on her breast, his lips in her ear. He blew, nibbled, at the lobe and exulted in the realization, that THAT was what made her shiver.
That night in the alcove, when he had caught her masturbating that firime ime - she hadn\'t shivered in revulsion. She had WANTED his attention.
Now, there\'s a whole new light on the subject...
\"Amin.\" he ground out, his hand now moved to the elastic of her panties. \"Amin, Bronwyn!\"
Her mouth sought his. \"Uma.\"
Yes
Again.
\"Amin.\"
\"Uma.\"
His hand was on the waistband of the dark, silken triangle clothing her hips. \"What? No thong?\" She was scooting up the stairs, one at a time, aiding in their removal.
\"I do not wear butt floss!\"
His deep, rich chuckled filled the stairwell as the scrap of material was flung over his shoulder, landing on the banister. All she had on now was the ruined scrunch of the brassiere. He could see the neatly trimmed patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs as she moved up the stairs one at a time and the desire to bury his nose in it became beyond overwhelming. He stalked her, climbing up, deadly intent in his eyes as he straddled her yet again, looming over her.
His mouth crashed down on hers, searing in its own heat. He pulled up alongside her, one arm around, supporting her weight, while the other explored, dropping to the indentation of her belly, lower, lower into the damp nest of curls. He didn\'t have to ask her to open her legs...
He parted her, juices flowing freely. Her folds were slick, the bud of her desire, slicker. His fingers flicked over them, his mouth inhaling her groans.
The long digits waved poised over her...
\"Amin?\" It wasn\'t a question really. He rested his forehead against hers, blackness searching the fire. Did she realize she was his?
Only a breath of hesitation. \"Uma.\"
Two fingers thrust full force into molten lava.
She jerked up at the intrusion, the sensation. His thumb was on her clit, teasing it, bringing her up. He was kissing her again, his tongue matching the slow thrusting rhythm of his fingers. She bucked, moved to his probing fingers. He felt her tightening, reaching...
She groaned in aggravation as he pulled away from her and removed his hand...
***
I\'ve been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
***
and laid his coated fingers across her lips. She sucked them in, licking her essence from them.
The gleam in her eyes was just beyond wicked.
\"So,\" she asked silkily, \"are you gonna stand there all night in your shoes and trousers?\"
His eyebrow arched sardonically.
\"I mean, after all, isn\'t it unfair that I lie here with hardly a stitch on, exposed to your eyes and you\'re still... clothed?\"
His grin was snarky, as he stood up and began to remove his shoes. In a flash, she was up the stairs, her naked bottom jiggling at eye level, disappearing in the curve. Her heard her stop at the top, metal snapping and the rattle of the glass panes in the doors to her room.
Oh, but she was asking for it! Did she honestly think a door would stop him? Sinful thoughts of what he would do to that bum with his mouth settled heavily in his lust-driven thoughts. Slowly he allowed each shoe to fall with several loud thuds as they fell down the steps. A sock followed on the next step, joined by another sock on the top of the banister.
Lying in front of the closed glass doors, were the remnants of her brassiere.
He could not see inside.
He delved towards her, feeling her out. Felt her need. Felt her... playfulness...
He opened the doors, to see her standing at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but her hair and bathed in moonlight. She stood in the shadow of the piano.
Come into my lair, said the spider to the fly.
Ah, but WHO was the spider and who was the fly?
He advanced again, his hands going to the waistband of his trousers.
\"No!\" Her voice was hoarse and she met him, hands out stretched. \"Let me.\"
Deftly, she undid the buttons, the fastenings. She stood flush against him, his hands stroking her shoulders and back as she slid hers under his trousers, his undergarments and caressed the curve of his backside. Using the back of her arms, she slid his clothing over him, down, down... she knelt lower as he sprang free from the confines of his clothes.
She planted sweet kisses on his hips as she bunched his garments around his ankles, allowing him to step out. As she tossed them out of the way, she focused in that which was most important...
\"Severus! You have been hiding all of this under your robes? Small wonder you wear so many clothes...!\"
\"Glad you appro--\" his voice caught in a gasp of air as she grasped him.
She had forgotten what a Man tasted like. Salt. Salt and perspiration. She pumped, slid her hand slowly for several moments, taking in the sheer size and thickness of him. He was uncut and she gently pulled the foreskin back, taking in the satiny head. She rolled her thumb across the top, before sliding her hand down and gently cupping his heavy scrotum. She looked up at him rather saucily as she blew across the head and winked... she winked at him! With a look of sheer devotion, she held him firmly, as she laid her cheek alongside him, caressing the rigid shaft with her soft flesh. Severus\' fingers threaded into her hair, in attempt to guide her mouth to him. She took the hint and licking her lips... wanton... She kissed the tip before flicking the top with her tongue and then inhaling him.
Her tongue billowed around the sides of his thick shaft, slithering over the top. She pulled back at one point, and watched her hand squeeze and slowly slide up and down. When the drops of pre-cum glistened at the top of the head, she devoured him again, sucking the top. Her teeth gently captured the rim as her hand kept up the rhythm. Vaguely, she realized that his hands were in her hair, aiding her movement, setting her pace, her rhythm...
Severus allowed her to minister to him on her knees, enjoying the sight of her lips, the feel of her teeth, dragging along the sides of his column. If she didn\'t stop, he was going to lose it...
Reluctantly, he pulled her to her feet. He nudged her towards the bed, pushing her backwards, towards the side...
She fell on the bed, crawling backwards like a spider. He followed her up, kissing her breasts again. Slowly he made his way downward, tweaking the indention of her belly... lower...
He could smell the sex, the desire on her. Well, hell, I should, he thought to himself; his nose was practically in it. He spread her wide, his tongue flicking her nubbin. He raised up to take a breath and looked towards her face...
To see her staring straight up...
\"NO!\" He raced up her body, resting between her thighs. He grabbed her face, jerking her to look at him. \"AMIN! MINE! You will not think of him.\" She granted him the most beautiful smile as she wrapped her legs around him, her hands going into his hair.
He kissed her hard and pressed his forehead to hers. \"Look at me! Who is making love to you? Tell me!\"
\"You are, Severus.\" She kissed his mouth, his nose, both eyes. \"My dark one, my dark angel.\"
And she flipped him. As she reared back, something above him caught his eye...
\"MADAM! You have a mirror in the canopy of your bed?\"
She grinned down as she attempted to position herself. \"Yes! Ever watch anyone make love to you?\"
She found herself flipped back over, her legs around his waist.
\"Maybe later, but right now...\"
He rubbed himself provocatively over her, teasing her, coating himself. Bronwyn narrowed her eyes, obviously enjoying this side of the Potions Master. She inhaled sharply as he prodded her, just a little.
\"Tease!\"
\"You think so?\" Severus bent down, kissing his way from beneath her breast to the soft hollow of her waist. Stroking, caressing, he slid his hand around her waistline and deftly flipped her over on her stomach. His lips continued their assault, his tongue flicking the small of her back, to the curve and gentle rise of her backside. He pulled up, just a little, to stroke, cup the rounded cheek. He dove back, trailing the edge of his nose across the softly scented skin, to the very top of the cleft...
\"Think so?\" She was panting over her shoulder. \"Know so! You are a tease, a gadfly, hounding my thoughts, my dreams.\" Her breath was heavy and each word, each syllable was forced. She tried to turn back over. \"Finish it, Severus. Stop teasing and give us what we both need!\"
She could see one eyebrow arched in the heavy moonlight. \"Your dreams? Your thoughts? Oh no, you little Jezebel! It is you who have dogged my waking thoughts, my sleeping dreams.\" He pressed his hand to the small of her back, effectively pinning her to the bed. \"You are a lusty one and I\'m going to take my time with you!\"
\"Kiss my arse!\"
Had Bronwyn been able to see the size of his grin, she would have crawled away.
\"Thank you! I think I shall!\" and with that, he dipped his head, blazing a trail with his tongue, placed a chaste kiss on the lower curve of her check...
...before nipping it firmly.
Bronwyn screeched in outrage and attempted to crawl up and away from him, but Severus shoved his arm around her thighs, pinning them. He rolled her over and sank his nose into her mound... inhaling her, taking in her muskiness. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and sank his tongue into her.
Keening wails rose, engulfing the room. Incoherent words and moans assaulted his ears and her fingers found his mane of hair, pulling and grasping. He allowed her to guide him, where, what she wanted, she liked. He sucked gently on the swollen nub, his fingers delving again, finding a delightfully hard knot and enjoying the sensation of her jump (almost painfully into his nose)when he pressed on it.
\"Oh....GOD!...\"
\"Thank you, but no. I am not he.\" Severus whispered heavily against her. Her grip in his hair was becoming borderline painful, and her heels were beating a tattoo on his shoulders, when he decided he had waited long enough. He rose over her body, her still undulating torso making it almost impossible for him to...,
\"Stop moving!\"
Her grabbed her legs, holding them at his waist and...
He slid home.
Gods, she was tight. Tight and wet... and... his head fell forward, black hair spilling on her shoulder. He felt her legs come up, tucking high over his waist.
Slow, reveling in the feel of her, just was not going to happen.
He sank into her, over and over, his eyes closed tightly, hearing her grunt, with each thrust.
\"Sev\'ruuuussss..... you\'re knocking me offa the bed...\"
He opened his eyes, to see her head hanging backwards off the bed, her hair trailing on the floor. She groaned when he pulled out, grasping her around the knees and pulled her back onto the middle of the bed. He anchored her legs around his shoulders and sank back in.
Hell could not be this hot.
Toes tickling his neck. He slid deeper and touched her womb. His forehead was in her neck, his eyes closed tight.
\"Gods, woman.\" he rasped. \"How on earth do you stay so...tight?\" He pulled out, almost all the way before sinking back in.
\"Ben-wa balls.\"
He pulled out again, only to sink into the wet confines of her walls.
\"Ben-wa balls?\" He opened his eyes and peered at her. \"What are Ben- wa balls?\"
Despite her legs being wrapped around his neck and the fact that he was slamming into her pretty hard, she managed a quick kiss on his lips.
\"Ben-wa balls. Made of metal, about so big...\" she made a ring with her thumb and forefinger. \" You place them where you are plowing... right... now... oh yeah... that\'s good.\" Her back raised and he watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. \"One... should...remove... them... before... going... through... security... at... the... airport...\"
Severus thrust into her fully, pinning her to the bed. \"Why?\"
Her hands reached down, pressing him into her, forcing him to resume, quickening his rhythm.
\"Sets off the alarms.\" Her fingernails grasped him, pulled him in harder. She arched up, reaching... \"A! Yon-ta! Vor-ya! Nai! Nai!\"
His lips hovered over hers, his hair on her face. \"In... Eng...lish...\"
\"Don\'t... stop.\"
\"I had no... intention...\" Her nails were raking across his back, digging in. He pulled them from around his neck and pinned them above her head, taking in the line, the taut stretch of her neck... he leaned down, the scent of mulberries and sweat... intoxicating combination... as he ran his nose over her earlobe and nipped, suckled at her earlobe.
His breathing was ragged.
So was hers.
He was fast losing control.
He was beyond caring.
He felt her clench. Her whispered encouragement...
\"Saes...\"
Please...
At that moment, he mentally delved inside her, felt her primal, orgasmic scream... could hear the blood rushing; his? hers?... could feel him, inside her... feel how she squeezed, pulled on him... how unique, a woman\'s pleasure...
Ohgodohgodohpleasepleasepleaselemmelemmecumcumcum....
Your wish...
And when she arched backwards, spasming, screaming HIS name, alongside what he supposed were several deities, he pounded until he thought he would mash her to the bed.
And exploded...
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FEEEEELINGS....
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Feeeeeeel...
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\"Bronwyn.\"
\"Hmm?\"
\"You will cease with that noise, immediately!\"
Insufferable giggling.
***
Severus lay on his side, looking at the piano bathed in moonlight. Bronwyn\'s arm lay draped over his waist and he could feel her breath gently caressing his shoulder blade.
She oozed of contentment.
He stroked the hand at his waist. It would be easy to let it lie; allow himself to... dream.
Gods, he had forgotten how to dream, to plan the future, to think he had such. It would be lovely to think she felt something for him. Severus steeled himself.
No.
Best get it said and in the clear and over with.
\"Bronwyn?
\"Hmm?
\"This is very nice...\"
\"Yessssss...\"
\"I would not mind sharing such intimacy with you again...\"
Very contented purring from her.
Her hand began to caress his waist, moving down to his hip.
\"I just wanted you to know that I understand.\"
The hand slowed.
\"Understand? Understand what?\"
Damn, she was going to play stupid and make this difficult. He resituated his head into the pillow, focusing on the piano. \"I understand that you are reaching to me out of physical need. You do not love me; I understand that.\"
The hand stopped.
\"Are you telling me this is a one night stand?\"
Her hackles were up. Why was she so irate? He was doing this to ease her conscience!
\"If you do not wish for this to be a one night stand, no.\"
\"Do YOU want it to be one?\" Her voice was deceptively soft.
\"No.\"
\"Then what are you talking about?\"
Severus rolled his eyes. \"What I am saying, you silly chit, is I know you love someone else; that you are reaching to me for physical release and I do not mind.\"
Silence. He should have been worried.
\"So\" - she finally whispered, \"What you are suggesting is because I love Haldir, there is no possible way I could care for or love you and it is all right with you that I unleash my lustful desires on your sex - god - walking - body?\"
Why did she sound... angry?
\"I would not put it that way, but yes.\"
\"Oh,\"
Silence.
Severus thought the air cleared, the conversation accepted and over and he settled in for sleep.
One minute, the Dark Wizard was settling comfortably into sleep. The next, he fell, hurtled to the floor. Kicked out of the bed by two feet.
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TBC
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