Dirty deeds

19 January

Champagne is a lovely way to start the day.

Had breakfast in bed, where else? Including strawberries, croissant, toast, chocolate spread, and the champagne. Dreadful thing to do to decent champagne as Severus said but you only get engaged once.

We were being terribly decorous and none of the spreads made their way anywhere other than the toast. Felt ridiculously happy though and couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

Once breakfast over and the crumbs cleaned up with a flick of the wand, I accio’d the handcuffs from wherever they had ended up. There he was, lying on the bed all full of good wine and indifferent food and just waiting to be taken.

Work of a few seconds to handcuff him to the bedhead. Flimsy thing and could have pulled himself free at a moment’s notice if he wanted to. Obviously a very bright man and had absolutely no wish to be free, not when I was hovering over him with the pot of chocolate spread in my hand.

Very nice, very posh chocolate spread. Green and Black’s organic free trade chocolate spread. Heaven in a jar.

Ran a smear of spread across his lips. He could see where this was going, and was evidently looking forward to it.

I had decided there was no point trying to compete with him in the detention stakes. Not my scene and, bearing in mind all the time he had spent at the feet of a power-crazed leader suspect that bowing down and worshipping at my feet wouldn’t be all the exciting to him. Bet Voldemort was worse though. Imagine having to kiss the hem of his robes. Very insanitary – hope he cleaned them regularly, or you could catch some nasty disease. Merlin only knows where the lips of the preceding hem-kisser had been, and I bet they hadn’t cleaned their teeth properly or anything.

However, I strongly suspected that no one had ever smeared chocolate spread all over him and then proceeded to lick it off. Severus, to go back to the dog analogy, is like a great, big Labrador. Offer him a biccy (or metaphorical equivalent) and he is there with his tail wagging (again or metaphorical equivalent); try and force him to do something and he digs his feet in.

Our dog, bless him, would just sit down when he didn’t want to go to the vets. You couldn’t move him. He seemed to develop some strange uber-inertia beyond anything his weight ought to actually generate. Severus could give that dog lessons.

But a happy pleased Severus is putty in your hands. Well, actually, usually a little stiffer than putty, but you get the general idea.

I ran a tongue gently across his mouth, teasing the chocolate spread off. In a spirit of mischief I asked whether he liked that. He smiled and told me that question was just as silly this morning as it had been last night when he asked it.

More chocolate spread, striped on his neck this time. I skate round the spot he really likes for a bit, no need to rush. After all, we have all day and he isn’t going anywhere. In fact he wouldn’t go anywhere if I took the handcuffs off. He’s got that doe eyed look back, but closes his eyes when I finally hit home on his favourite spot. All tension leaches out of him, which is an impressive feat as I expect Severus was born tense.

He opens his eyes again when I stop. Where next? he’s wondering. Feeling a bit peckish so take a large dollop of spread on fingers and spend several minutes licking them clean. Didn’t expect that, but, judging from the way his eyes were fixed on me, he enjoyed it anyway. We both know he’s imagining something other then my fingers in his mouth.

Another handful of chocolate, and tease him a litby hby hovering in different places before making my final decision. One or two splashes go astray and I mop those up before tasting his nipples. He lets out a soft sigh.

I trail open-mouthed kisses down the flat of his stomach, until I reach the pubic bone. I dispense with the pot of spread; I have never tried getting chocolate out of someone’s pubic hair before but I suspect it would take rather more effort than I am prepared to expend at the moment. Not to mention that extensive cleaning operations would ruin the mood, and with Severus quivering with anticipation, the last thing I want to do is ruin the mood.

Of course he knows it isn’t going to be that easy. If the situations were reversed – oh please please – there is no way he would give me what I wanted just yet! Judging from the rueful smile on his face when I begin lipping at his thighs he knows what I am thinking. It doesn’t stop him enjoying the sensations of my soft tongue trailing up his thigh to come to rest in his curls.

A pause, a hesitation and then I take Not-so-little-Severus into my mouth. Where before he had been quiescent, now he begins to tense up. He wants me to move quicker, touch him more firmly, but I don’t. You’ll pay for that his eyes say. Promises promises I reply.

When I stop he protests, until he sees what next I have in mind. We will pass over in discreet silence why Severus recognises sex toys designed exclusively for women: five little pads that fit onfingfingertips and vibrate. I trail my fingers where my mouth has just been to great effect. All it takes is one touch and his head is thrown back, mouth open and labouring for breath. Two touches and he is pleading with me. Three touches and he is beyond coherent speech and is just whimpering.

I resist the temptation to ask him if he likes that because the answer is obvious and he seems to be incapable of thinking of anything. When I remove my fingers his eyes shoot open. He doesn’t want to miss what is coming next.

He watches as I move over him, then sink slowly down. For a man who is tied to the bedstead he certainly manages an impressive amount of movement in just the right places. He is a little ahead of me so I decide to cheat a little; after all they are supposed to be for women.

It’s nice being in control for once, but it is hard work. Severus’s control is impressive, but I don’t think I will be able to move tomorrow with all the effort I am having to put it. I put on an impressive burst of speed, and feel the familiar spiralling pleasure build. After the stereotypical calling of his name – occasionally tempted to break the monotony by shouting something else, but I think his feelings would be hurt – collapse to lie on top of his chest.

It’s a good job he managed to finish at the same time, because there is no way I am up to anything more energetic than lying there panting for the next hour or so. A quick muttered word and he is free of the cuffs, he shifts me a little to the side. Once he gets his breath back he indicated that that was definitely one for the pensieve and then we both settled down for a long nap.

Being a sneaky bastard who can anticipate what another sneaky bastard is thinking I retained enough presence of mind to hide both the toys, or I could expect to be woken up chained to the bed myself and a very self-satisfied Severus playing with his new toy.

Although not sure that was the best decision I have ever made.


A/N I have never put the spread to the use suggested here, although it seems to be a very good idea, but I can attest that it tastes very nice on toast.