Snape in a Bottle ~ Editing

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Chapter 3 ~ Val Takes a Drink

One moment Terese had her arms wrapped around the Potions Master’s neck, kissing him…the next she was sitting on the edge of her bed, Val snoring behind her, his face in the pillow, completely oblivious to either her absence or her return.

She might have thought she had dreamt it all except for one thing. The bottle of clear liquid she held in her hand.

"He will be all you want him to be."

The Potions Master’s words came back to her, and she looked at the bottle curiously. Was it a lust potion? She had read about those. Supposedly it made the imbiber randy as hell. She looked back at Val. She really did love the big sot. Terese opened the nightstand drawer and put the bottle inside, pushing it to the back behind her Bible. Then she swung her legs about and got into the bed. She snuggled close to Val, throwing an arm over him. He shifted.

“Not now, Terese,” he said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Terese rolled over to her back, but continued to look at her infuriating husband, thinking about the potion.

“Maybe not now, Val…but soon,” she thought with an evil little smirk of her own.

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As Val ate his breakfast, he watched Terese flit around the kitchen, humming to herself. She seemed very chipper this morning.

”You’re in a good mood,” he said to his wife, taking a sip of coffee, his brown eyes resting on her.

She turned and smiled at him. She was in her silk nightgown, but might have well been in a burlap sack for all Val noticed.

“Why yes I am,” she replied, beaming.

Val was suspicious.

“Why?” he asked her.

“Because I’ve got a secret, that’s why,” she responded, sitting down across from him.

Val leveled his eyes at her for a moment.

“I hope that secret doesn’t involve an outrageous credit card bill next month,” he said evenly.

Terese scowled at him.

“No it doesn’t you cheapskate,” she replied.

“Good,” he said, finishing his coffee and standing up. Terese’s eyes drifted over his long, lean frame as he picked up his briefcase. He walked around the table and planted a quick kiss on her lips.

“I’ll see you this evening,” he said, “There’s a game on. How about making me some snacks if you beat me home?”

“Your wish is my command,” she replied, still smiling.

Val looked at her. Usually Terese griped about him regulating her to serving as his own personal concessions stand worker. She was up to something. He’d figure out what eventually.

“All right. See you tonight,” he said, exiting the kitchen and heading out the front door.

Terese looked after him.

“You’ll do more than see me, Val…I’ll make sure of that,” she said softly, grinning ear to ear.

This morning she checked her nightstand again, to make sure she hadn’t had some kind of waking dream. The bottle was still there. What happened…really happened.

And she had got to kiss the Potions Master. Terese felt a tiny bit guilty but not that much. She had to get something more than a goodbye after all. She’d be the envy of all fandom if anyone would believe her. But no one would. Magic didn’t happen in the real world.

Hmph.

It was going to happen tonight though. That was for sure.

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Terese only put in a half-day at work and came home rather early to fix Val his favorite snacks and to shower thoroughly. She douched and even took an enema, though she wasn’t sure why. Val had never attempted to penetrate her anally, though she was more than willing to try. Terese had a rather dark nature that was never fed by her husband. Val had always been a gentle lover, though in the early years of their marriage, very passionate. He didn’t believe in rough sex. He was much bigger than Terese and always feared he would hurt her. Val wasn’t as physically gifted as Severus in the cock department, but he was a very nice size and thickness and satisfied Terese for the most part. She knew he could do so much more with his tool if he would just let go. Val could be a tiger if he would only trust she could handle it.

Well, maybe the lust potion would make him roar tonight.

If it worked at all.

Suddenly, Terese felt a little worried. She was in her own world now…a world without magic. Would the potion still be viable? She hoped so. If it didn’t work, she’d probably be more frustrated than ever.

Terese made Val a few barbecued chicken wings, some rolled tortillas with ham, cream cheese and Swiss cheese, cut into bite sized pieces, and heated up some Velveeta for nachos. She checked to make sure she had some beer in the fridge and pretzels in the cabinet. She did. That ought to tide him over nicely for the game…if he actually watched it. She planned to give him the potion once he got settled in. Terese was tired of college football always beating her time.

The sun was setting, and she quickly dressed in a pair of stretch denim jeans and a rather tight t-shirt. It didn’t hurt to advertise, even if Val was used to the billboard.

She heard the front door open and quickly sat down in the kitchen.

“I’m home!” Val announced, dropping his briefcase by the door and loosening his tie before walking into the kitchen. He gave Terese his usual peck and walked to the oven, pulling it open. He looked at the chicken wings with delight.

“Chicken wings. It’s been a while since you made those for a game,” he said, turning to his wife and smiling. “Thanks Terese.”

She smiled back at him.

“You’re welcome,” she said.

Val started out the kitchen, unbuttoning his suit jacket.

“I’m going to change out of this monkey suit and get comfortable. The game will be on in a few minutes,” he said disappearing through the doorway.

“You just do that, hon,” Terese called after him.

“Terese is finally loosening up. She doesn’t seem mad at all,” Val thought as he entered the bedroom and removed his work clothes. Normally she had an attitude with him when he wanted to come home and watch the game. Then she’d go online and sit there for hours, reading God knew what. Well, it kept her busy, though she rarely came to bed with him anymore.

Maybe he’d surprise her with a little “extra attention” tonight.

She had made him chicken wings after all.

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Val walked into the living room dressed in black sweats, a white wife beater and bedroom slippers. Terese had put two trays on each side of the armchair and both were filled with snacks. There was even a little cooler on the floor that held a nice cold six-pack. His wife had really outdone herself. She really did deserve some extra attention for all this.

Val looked at the trays and saw Terese had also fixed him a drink. Grey Goose on the rocks. Now wasn’t that nice? He picked up the drink and tossed it down, smacking his lips appreciatively.

“Thanks for the drink, Terese,” he called out.

“You’re welcome Val. Enjoy the game,” Terese called back from the kitchen.

Val rubbed his hands together, picked up the remote and sat down in the recliner, pulling the handle so the bottom extended, then kicking back. He shifted around a few times to get into the most comfortable position, then tested his reach range to make sure he could get to all the snacks. He could. Satisfied, he pointed the remote at the television and clicked it on. Yes! The game was just starting.

In the kitchen, Terese was pacing back and forth. She had spiked Val’s Grey Goose with the potion, scared to death he would taste the difference. When he thanked her for the drink, she sighed with relief. He hadn’t noticed a thing. She heard the television come on and now…now she was just waiting to see what would happen, if anything.

Severus Snape was supposed to be one of the most talented and skilled Potions Masters in the wizarding world, according to the stories she’d read. She hoped it were true.

A half hour passed and there was no sound from Val. Terese was crestfallen. Lust potions were supposed to work instantly, weren’t they? Damn.

Suddenly Val called her.

“Terese, come watch the game with me,” he called.

Terese froze a moment. Val never asked her to watch football with him. Was the potion working? She smoothed her hair and her clothing, took a deep breath and walked into the living room.

Val was eating a chicken wing, his eyes on the television. He waved her over to the sofa.

“Sit down. It’s off to a good start,” he said.

Terese inched over to the couch and sat on the end of it, looking at her husband, who seemed thoroughly absorbed in the game. Finally she sat back and watched the teams crush and batter each other for yardage and the pigskin.

“Ooh!” Val hissed as one player got flipped completely over in the air, then disappeared under a pile of several huge bodies. Terese winced.

“That’s terrible,” she said as the player was removed by stretcher.

“That’s football,” Val said, looking over at her smiling.

Hm. Terese was looking mighty good. Different somehow.

“Did you do something to your hair?” Val asked her.

Terese self-consciously ran her hand through her hair.

“No,” she replied.

Val continued to look at her.

“Did you lose weight or something?” he asked, trying to figure out why she looked so attractive.

“A couple of pounds. Nice of you to notice,” Terese replied.

Val rarely asked her anything about herself. Maybe the potion was working.

A roar went up from the crowd and Val’s brown eyes shifted back to the television for a moment, then back to Terese. Damn she looked good. Very good.

“Why don’t you come over here?” he asked her, patting his knee.

“Sit on your lap?” Terese said, surprised, “No. That would interfere with the game.”

Val suddenly felt very displeased.

“I said come over here,” he repeated, his brown eyes seeming to darken.

Terese looked very surprised now. Val sounded quite pissed.

“All right, but don’t complain when you can’t see a play,” she said walking over to him and sitting in his lap. Val pulled her back against him rather roughly, wrapping one arm around her waist.

“I won’t complain,” he said in a low voice, his eyes washing over her then focusing on her breasts. “That shirt is kind of tight.”

Terese swallowed. He never commented on what she wore either, except to ask how much it cost if it looked expensive.

“It’s a snug fit,” she said.

“I’ll say,” he responded, his eyes shifting to her face. He stared at her intensely.

“How about a kiss for your old man?” Val asked her, his voice going a bit raw.

“What about the game?” she asked him.

“Fuck the game. Kiss me,” he said, reaching one hand behind Terese’s head and pulling her into him, giving her a very hot and passionate kiss, his tongue whirling in her mouth hungrily.

Val pulled back from his wife’s mouth, looking surprised. He wasn’t the only one. Terese was actually panting.

“Damn,” he breathed. Then he pulled her back in, wrapping his other arm around her tightly, kissing her even more passionately, not giving her a chance to breathe. Terese was becoming a bit dizzy from her husband’s ardor.

And wet as well. Val had never kissed her so demandingly before.

He pulled back from her again, his eyes hot now. He tugged at her shirt, pulling it out of her jeans, Terese gasping.

“What are you doing?” she gasped as her husband slipped both hands under her shirt and bra, fondling her breasts rather roughly, his eyes locked on to her face.

“Getting ready to fuck you, Terese, that’s what,” he replied, pulling her shirt up all the way so her breasts were exposed and attacking them, licking, kissing, caressing and suckling.

“Oh shit…Val!” Terese hissed, falling back as her husband’s hot wet mouth drew in a nipple.

A gush flowed out of her, soaking her panties completely as Val worked her over. She could feel his cock pressing into her buttocks. It felt huge.

“Take your shirt and bra off,” he said, his voice muffled because his face was planted firmly between her large breasts.

Dazed by desire, Teresa removed her shirt and bra in one motion, letting them drop across the closest tray of food, the warm cheese sticking to her t-shirt. She never even noticed. Val lifted his head and looked at his bare-breasted wife.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his eyes smoldering and appreciative.

Terese could have orgasmed right then. Val hadn’t told her she was beautiful in such a long time.

Suddenly Val picked up the remote, pointed it at the television and clicked it off. Then he lowered the recliner and stood up with Val in his arms.

“I need to get you to the bedroom, wife,” he said in a low voice. “Otherwise I might end up bending you over the sofa.”

Terese stared at him. Wife? Sofa? Oh dear God.

Val sounded like Severus in the stories.

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A/N: Wow. That potion is…umm…effective isn’t it? Lol, this is fun to write. I know it isn’t Severus lemons…but his influence is definitely there…makes you want to know just how much influence? Well, next chapter will be lemons for sure. Please review and let me know what you think of this story. Severus will be back in the epilogue however. Please review.