After Party

Helping Hands

“Oops!” Natalie cackled, jumping back to her feet, “Forgot a few things.” She smiled at Snape, who continued to unbutton his many silver buttons.

Natalie bustled to the door, locking and casting a silent charm. Snape never took his eyes off her as she then tossed the pillows from her oversized bed to the floor. More than expectation surged through his body at that suggestive sight.

Natalie hurried to his side, assisting him in slipping the heavy wool jacket from his shoulders, exposing the crisp, white cotton shirt hugging his well muscled torso. She grasped one of his hands, undoing the cuff for him. He smiled, offering her the opposing wrist. Together, they freed his buttons, Natalie from the top down, and he from the bottom up. Natalie draped his coat and shirt over one arm, crossing the room to hang them carefully in her wardrobe. A very wicked smile spread across her face at the marvelous sight before her.

The professor was thin, but well-defined, a smattering of sparse black hair traveled in an alluring line from his navel into his waist band, just above the silver buckle of his belt. The black dark mark tattoo contrasted harshly with his pale skin. Unabashed, he stared right back at the witch. She admired each distinct muscle group showcased on his abdomen.

“Would you like to lie down?”  Natalie motioned to the bed. Snape laid face down on the soft coverlet, inhaling a soft, unfamiliar scent. Low music started to play. Natalie clambered onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

“Close your eyes,” she ordered gently but firmly.  Warming the lotion between her hands, she hummed along with the song before starting to rub small circles on the small of his back with her thumbs, lightly at first, then increasing the pressure along the very tense, taut muscles. With deliberate slowness, she progressed up his back, kneading, soothing, then smoothing the tension from the severe countenance of the wizard finally relaxing under her talented hands.

“Your talent does translate well to human subjects,” he managed groan out as she worked a particularly tight knot between his shoulder blades.

“Thank you,” she answered quietly, focused on relieving the knot. A glistening sheen rose on her brow from the exertion. “You are exceptionally tense, Professor.”

“Severus,” he moaned happily.

“Severus, then.” She smiled to herself, unbeknownst to him.

Oddly, he felt all of his worries easing from his body, slipping away under her hands.

“You have extraordinary muscle definition,” she complimented him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome.” Natalie shifted forward, straddling his low back, but resting all of her weight in her knees to work on his neck and shoulders. Gently, she brushed his long, lank hair from the nape of his neck. The witch elicited a pleasured groan from the ordinarily cranky wizard with her devoted attention to the nape of his neck.

“You are most gifted,” he returned the compliment.

“Thank you." She smoothed a hand down his powerful arm, cupping his upturned hand in hers. “Did you know that the human hand has the most sensitive pressure points?”

“Truly?” He silkily amazed at her statement.

“Yes.” She helped him to roll over underneath her, his entire body relaxed. “For instance, this area right here is quite helpful in relieving headaches.” She massaged the web of skin between his thumb and index finger.

“I will have to remember that. The dunderheads bestow headaches on me daily.”

“No doubt.” She giggled softly, eyes locked on his. “But, this area stimulates other parts of the anatomy.”

Snape’s eyes widened perceptibly. Another part of his anatomy was indeed stimulated, beginning to strain uncomfortably in the confined space of his heavy slacks.

Considerately, Natalie scooted backward to rest on his thighs, continuing her focus on his hands. She missed no portion of his elegant hands, tracing each finger. He watched her as she worked, her hair cascading over one shoulder. A self-satisfied smile crossed her face.

'She seems to actually enjoy her work.' The wizard pondered incredulously. She then placed her warm hands on his abdomen, leaning forward slightly, granting Snape a glimpse of her breasts, straining against the low scoop neck of her black gown. Unable to take the sexual tension that replaced his muscle tension, he snatched both of her wrists, pulling her to lay flat on top of him.

She threw her head back, laughing. “You took long enough.”

He growled in response, capturing her lips in a fevered mash of lips, tongue and teeth.

TBC