You Promised It Would Be Forever - Edit

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Chapter 38 ~ Shall We Dance?

When Eli walked out of the kitchen half an hour later, he saw the Mistress but didn't see the Master. The elf stopped in his tracks as he looked at the witch.

Hermione's robe was shoved back off her shoulders, the front of her body completely exposed, and slightly slumped. She was looking downward, and moving oddly, her hair hanging in front of her face, which was quite red, and she alternated between panting, biting her lip and whispering what sounded like a name and an assortment of obscenities. The witch was grasping the edges of the chair so tightly, her knuckles were white, and her knees were visible on either side of her.

Curious, Eli walked around a bit further, and his ears went straight back. He had found the Master.

Severus was kneeling before Hermione's chair, his pale hands holding the thighs of the witch firmly upward as he feasted at her core hungrily, his head twisting back and forth sensuously as he pleasured her with his tongue. Hermione let out a squeal and Eli snapped out of his daze and retreated back into the kitchen, the strawberry drizzled chocolate cheesecake still balanced in his clawed hand.

Must be some other kind of in-outie.

Hermione let out another squeal, her head falling back, as her body slumped, her amber eyes rolling up for a moment, the witch releasing the chair and locking her fingers into Severus' hair.

"Yes…yes baby," she groaned, her fingers massaging Severus' scalp as the wizard's tongue thrust inside her, twisting and lapping up her release thirstily, letting out his own groans of pleasure as he drank her down. She tasted so good.

Finally Hermione ran relatively dry, and Severus planted several kisses on her labia and slowly lifted his head, his lips glistening a bit before he licked them dry. He looked up at the panting witch as he let her legs down.

Hermione had an idiot's smile plastered on her face as she looked down at him dazed and sated. Severus gave her a small grin as he rose, planted a kiss on her mouth then sat down heavily in the chair. His cock was standing straight up again.

Severus looked at her, his eyes hot.

"I didn't think it possibly, Hermione, because you have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted, but I do believe marriage has made you even sweeter," he said in a low voice, licking his lips again.

Hermione simply smiled at him, her breathing evening out as one of her hands rested against her breast. Severus' eyes fell on her wedding ring, and his heart felt full.

His. Again. Forever this time. No Lord Voldemort to ruin it. This time it would truly be forever.

Eli winked in, his eyes wide as he offered up the cheesecake.

"Dessert, Master?" he asked as Hermione pulled her robe closed and tied it. Her eyes fell on the cake.

"Ooh, cheesecake!" she exclaimed. "Chocolate cheesecake too. You know that's my favorite, Severus. Thank you," she said to the wizard as Eli deftly slid it on the table.

Severus looked down at the amazing elf. He did know strawberry chocolate cheesecake was her favorite, but he hadn't told Eli. The elf must have pulled it from his mind.

"You're very welcome, wife," Severus replied.

Eli was certainly making him look good.

Hermione picked up a knife and cut both herself and Severus a healthy slice of the cake. She sliced off a bit with her fork and slid it into her mouth. Her eyes went half-lidded.

"Better than sex," she breathed.

Then she looked up to see Severus scowling at her.

"Better than ordinary sex, not yours Severus," she amended, grinning.

Severus snorted as he cut into his cheesecake, thinking he was not about to be outshined by a damn cake.

The wizard took a bite.

Damn. It was good…but sex was still much, much better. Maybe a little kindness was in order here.

Eli returned with a cold pitcher of rich, creamy milk and two glasses.

"Mmm mmm!" Hermione said, her mouth full of cheesecake as she gesticulated toward the milk.

Severus poured the witch a tall glass and she brought it to her lips, drinking deeply. She swallowed.

"Oh gods, that's good…that's so good," she breathed. "Severus, I swear this is the best meal I've ever had."

The wizard looked at her.

"Even better than the one at that exclusive restaurant, the Bee's Knee's?" he asked her.

"Oh yes. Far, far better. I didn't get cheesecake there either," she said smiling at him. She leaned forward and ran her hand over his cheek gently, the Potions Master slightly closing his eyes at the feel of her soft hand caressing his face.

"Everything is so wonderful, Severus. I didn't think it would be so wonderful," she said softly. "The house. The Jacuzzi. The food. You."

Severus caught Hermione's hand and kissed her palm gently, then released it.

"It's not over yet, Hermione…we've hardly started," he replied, feeling buoyed by her appreciation, a strong pulse of love for the witch throbbing through him.

As if on cue, soft music began playing. Both witch and wizard looked toward the living room.

The blinds had been drawn, and the furniture all moved aside and miniaturized to create a good-sized space in the center. Soft lights from an unknown source whirled around the walls creating a romantic atmosphere.

Eli.

Severus looked at his wife, then stood, offering her his hand and bowing sharply.

"Shall we dance, wife?" he asked her. "Vertically, that is."

Hermione smiled up at him.

"I'd be delighted, husband," she said softly taking his hand.

Severus walked her to the center of the floor and swung her out in a wide arc, before drawing her smartly into his chest and dipping her gracefully over his arm. He leaned over her.

"I love you, Mrs. Snape," he said softly, kissing her gently before drawing her back against him.

They began to waltz.

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Eli stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his ears cocked back, his eyes closed, one long finger swaying as if conducting the music. He was smiling. His Master seemed very happy and pleased with his service. The elf opened his eyes and watched Severus and Hermione glide across the room, the witch's head resting on the Potions Master's chest. His robes were still open, though Hermione had lightly tied hers when Eli appeared with the cheesecake.

Eli sighed. He would be doing service in a happy house this time, with a Master that appreciated him. And there would be children, the elf knew. Maybe a lot of children to love and spoil the way they should be loved and spoil. Suddenly Eli changed the music, grinning wickedly.

Severus froze as the boisterous music started playing. He started to scowl.

"Ooh! A polka! Come on, Severus!" Hermione exclaimed, grabbing the wizard and bouncing happily, which made her robe fall open a bit.

Hm. Maybe there was something to this polka business.

Now enthusiastic, Severus bounded around the living room with her, his black eyes on her robe, which was opening more and more. Hermione's breasts shook and jiggled merrily as they trotted back and forth, spinning about, hopping and skipping in time with the music. Severus had no idea what he was doing and just followed the laughing Hermione's lead. Long as her body parts were bouncing around like that, he'd keep dancing.

Hermione cracked up as Severus danced with her. His legs were so long that his knees rose quite high. His students at Hogwarts would never believe the dour, snarky Potions Master would be caught dead doing a half naked polka with a half naked witch, much less enjoying it. But then again, there were a lot of things the students couldn't imagine him doing that he did quite well.

Severus caught Hermione by her hands and whirled the witch around and around until she was dizzy, her laughter filling the house and his heart, her lovely face flushed with pleasure and amber eyes twinkling with happiness. Not to mention her robe was wide open now, the sash dangling. Severus had deviously managed to work the knot out of it while they were sashaying up and down the living room. So his eyes were on much more than her happy, smiling face.

Finally exhausted, they spun to a stop, the music slowing again as they walked back over to the table, which was now cleared and held a pot of steaming, fresh coffee. Two coffee mugs, a cup of cream, and a cup of sugar were set nearby.

Severus poured coffee into both mugs, and Hermione fixed hers the way she liked it, light and sweet. Severus drank his black.

"That was fun, Severus," Hermione grinned at him, "I didn't know you could polka."

"Neither did I," he replied sipping his coffee, his eyes sweeping over her. Her robe was still open. "Though the view did much to encourage me to learn the steps. I particularly enjoyed the bouncing."

Hermione laughed.

"Severus, you're incorrigible," she said.

He arched an eyebrow at her.

"Indeed," he replied, thinking it was time to break in their marriage bed again.

Severus gave an extremely exaggerated yawn, stretching his arms over his head and letting one fall on to Hermione's chair. He leaned in.

"I'm feeling a bit tired, wife. I think it would be best if we retired to bed," he said.

Hermione looked at him soberly, her eyes dropping to his fully erect and weeping cock.

"Not all of you looks tired," she said with a smirk.

She knew what he was up to.

Severus looked down at his cock, which was standing at attention and waiting for orders.

"Well, maybe not all of me is too tired," he conceded. His cock had told on him after all, "Still, I think we should go to bed."

He gave Hermione a look that made her almost melt into a puddle of desire.

"Think you're up to showing me a bit of kindness? You haven't been very kind to me, Severus, though you've been very good to me," she said in a low voice, her eyes darkening as her need came down on her. She wanted to feel him take her hard and raw, the way she was used to.

Severus could barely fight back the growl that rose in his throat as Hermione's eyes clearly showed what she wanted next.

"You want kindness, witch?" he asked, grabbing her roughly by her arm and yanking her out of the chair, pulling her against his erection.

Hermione felt a gush of lubrication roll through her, wetting her thighs almost instantly.

"Yes," she said softly, "I need a lot of kindness from you, Severus."

"Then my wife, kindness you will most certainly get," he replied, turning and dragging her toward the bedroom.

Eli watched them go, looking a bit confused at the seeming attitude change. Though his Master had been scowling, the witch looked extremely pleased at being dragged away.

The elf shook his head as he cleared the table.

Once again, humans were extremely strange.

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A/N: Ooh, kindness time. Lord, I can imagine Severus doing a polka…lol. He just wanted to see Hermione's robe fall open. He's something else. So is Eli. Hermione seems to be…almost reborn. She is so happy. I have a feeling Severus is about to make her happier. Thank you for all the reviews you have been giving this story. Please continue to review. It's very encouraging

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