Dirty deeds

31 December

Went upstairs and got ready for bed. No one to impress anymore so put on fluffy bunny pyjamas that Draco bought me for a joke Xmas present. Of course, with that much nalinaline flowing through my system there was no way that I could sleep so I decided to head back down to the library for a book to read. Library mercifully empty. Looked round for something interesting, and caught sight of the book Lucius was showing me earlier. Was tempted to have another look, but decided to live up to bookworm image when saw a very rare copy of Paraclesian on Arithmancy.

Sat on couch very thoughtfully provided for the more lazy reader, and settled down for the night.

It was three chapters later that Severus came in, also wearing pyjamas. Black silk ones though. Idly I wondered if they were his \'company\' pyjamas, or whether he always wore silk. Either way they were a surprisingly sensual choice for such a hard man. Presumably he was there for the same reason as me - his insomnia was notorious. He grunted at me in greeting, picked a book, and sat down at the other end of the couch. I had the habit of putting my feet in Ron\'s lap as we sat in front of the fire of an evening reading together - well, in his case, looking at pictures of Quidditch - and so a little later absentmindedly I dropped my cold tootsies onto his lap and then wriggled my toes until I got comfortable.

It had quite a different effect on Severus than it usually did on Ron, and Little Severus was quick to show his appreciation. Not-so-little Severus actually, certainly bigger than Little Ron. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and then we both blushed and looked at our books. Obviously, my actions were accidental, his reaction was inadvertent, and the sensible thing to do was to pretend it never happened.

I did precisely the opposite. I waited a suitable interval and then deliberately moved my foot again. This was clearly not accidental. I waited a bit and then did it again. A warm hand came to rest on my foot. Then began a odd sort of conversation - for every wriggle of my foot I received a caress. I had never before considered the erotic potential of feet, but I was almost cross-eyed with pleasure as he ran his fingers along the soles of my feet.

I was at a complete loss to know what to do next. How precisely do you encourage your ex-professor, ex-deatheater, and previously-never-considered-as-sex-object companion to take those lovely long fingers from where they were doing an admittedly sterling job and put them somewhere else even better.

I made the ultimate sacrifice that a bookworm can make and put my book down.

Mercifully he took the hint, and after some awkward manoeuvring I found myself crowded back against the cushions, with Severus sprawled on top of me. When Ron is on top of me I can often find it hard to breathe, due largely to the impressive paunch he has developed since he stopped playing Quidditch. I had entirely the same feeling with Severus, but from different causes. Short of breath, dry of mouth and with tension humming between us, a small pause ensued whilst both parties assessed the other\'s intentions. Clear from Not-so-little-Severus pressing against me that his intentions were entirely dishonourable - thank god! Clear from his face remaining unslapped, his balls unhexed and complete absence of calls for help that my intentions ditto.

Assessment made and tacit agreement entered into, the action began with introduction of his tongue to my mouth, and his hand to a breast. Dribbling is apparently not a necessary concomitant of French kissing, and fleetingly wondered if Ron\'s little problem something to do with the slug spell that backfired. Clearly some encouragement was called for, not to mention was anxious not to support Ron\'s claim that was frigid. Therefore tentatively placed one hand on the small of his back under his pyjama top, which resulted in small sigh of appreciation, and the other stroking the nape of his neck. His hair was greasy, but who cared when touching him there got such a dramatic reaction?

His mouth left mine and went to my throat, making little nipping bites and then soothing the marks with softer kisses. His hands were fumbling at the buttons to my pyjama top, and then he was touching my breasts. Touching them, kneading them, pinching the nipples, sucking them into his mouth and rolling them round on his tongue, and then starting all over again.

Again, I thought I was being a bit selfish about the whole process. Whilst he was very clearly enjoying himself- as was I, as was I, Ronald \'Crap shag\' Weasley - I thought it was time that he got a taste of his own medicine. He seemed a little surprised, and maybe a little shy when I started my explorations. Perhaps it\'s a pureblood thing, maybe girls are supposed to lay back and think of England. Whatever his reservations, they were soon overcome. So I can report that the lightest touch on almost any point of Severus neck reduces him to quivering jelly, as does tracing along his collarbone with your tongue. Touching his chest gets less of a reaction, but you can make him beg for mercy if you stroke the planes of his stomach dipping a teasing finger beneath his waistband.

When I slid his pyjama bottoms off I came eye to eye with Not-so-little-Severus. I know its every man\'s fantasy to have a blow job, largely because they are lazy selfish sods in my opinion. Ron suggested it once and I went along with it in the hope of a quid pro quo. What we discovered is that as a dentist\'s daughter I have a very well developed gag reflex, and that no man\'s fantasy includes me being promptly sick once the excitement has passed. Not to mention the fact that Ron refused to deliver on his side of the bargain, on the not entirely unreasonable grounds that I hadn\'t quite met my side of the bargain. Still, wasn\'t really in the spirit of the arrangement I thought.

Bastard.

No, am over Ron. I am calm. I am calm.

I wasn\'t brave enough to tackle all of Not-so-little Severus at the first attempt. I settled instead for wrapping my fingers round him and then running the thumb round the head.

I had a long conversation with young Ginny about the blow job disaster - carefully but probably not entirely successfully disguised as something that happened to a \'friend of mine\' - and she suggested that the best thing to do was to take a death grip on the base of the matter in hand and confine your oral attentions to the tip. Most blokes, overly impressed with porn movies, had a tendency to head straight for the tonsils. Just get them to the stage where they were leaning back and closing their eyes in pleasure, then they would either know nor care how you were doing what you were doing but were just praying you would keep on doing what you were doing.

Bless her, it worked a treat. Must remember to buy her chocolates or something by way of thank you. Perhaps ask for other suggestions, particularly if going to embark on prolonged orgy of sexual experimentation.

I grasped him firmly, and then started to swirl my tongue round the head. Severus reached the closed eyes stage fairly quickly, and moved rapidly into the whimpering stage. By the time I had moved on to flicking the large vein on the underside he was well into the pleading stage, and all it took to take him over the edge was a few gentle touches to his balls and then stroking his perineum. What Ginny doesn\'t tell me, Draco does.

Recognising the signs, I quickly moved my head to one side whilst continuing the hand action. He came in spurts on the carpet, and then I quickly reapplied my mouth so that when he opened his eyes he would see me still working at him. Result - one happy bloke thinking you\'ve swallowed, one unhappy house-elf who has to clean up the mess. Felt marginally sorry for the house-elf in question, but consoled self with thought that they had probably cleaned up worse in their time here. Bloodstains can be a real bugger to clean up.

It was quite a surprise to find that Severus got all affectionate afterwards. Perhaps the students were right, he did just need to get laid more. If they only knew, they would pay to have someone to nip in and do the dirty just before class each day. Bearing in mind his famously volatile temper, it would probably need morning and afternoon services, with an extra one slipped in just before double potions on Friday with Slytherin and Gryffindor. I bet they would think it a small price to pay to meet a cuddly Severus.

Still, it was pleasant lying there in his arms exchanging affectionate kisses whilst he murmured sweet nothings into my ear, and then to my breasts, and then ever so slowly lower. Quid pro quo. By the time he had arrived at his goal I was quivering with anticipation, and any thoughts of how ridiculous I must look splayed out across the couch had long since been dismissed as irrelevant. He paused to cast a quick silencing charm and then smirked at me. Let\'s see if you can live up to that, I thought. I wasn\'t to be disappointed.

He started slowly, long strokes with his tongue. It was exciting to watch him, his hair spread across my thighs, his eyes fixed on me, his head barely moving. He changed his rhythm, and I suddenly realised that it was his nose that kept nudging my clit in a staccato counterpoint to his probing tongue. His marvellous nose. I will never hear another word said against it. I don\'t know whether it was deliberate or happenstance, but I do know it was bloody brilliant. I was whimpering by the time he moved one and then two long fingers into me, and then I was arching off the sofa and seeing stars as I climaxed. We definitely needed those silencing charms. I never thought of myself as a screamer before now, but apparently I am.

I barely had time to draw breath before he was moving over me, and into me. I was, based on past experience, expecting this to be a solo trip for Severus, but unlike previous experience there was no doubt he had earned it. There was no slow start this time, and I was running my hands along his back when I started to feel faint stirrings again.

My surprise and initial enthusiasm faded slightly as I realised how close he was himself, so I told him that if he came before I did I would kill him. It was a close run thing, but he redoubled his efforts and suddenly I was leaving great claw marks on his back as he collapsed on me. He suddenly started laughing, which was bit disconcerting. Apparently at moments like that you are supposed to say faster or harder or something similar, not issue threats to kill. Pointed out that had no wish to be trite, and further that had had desired effect.

Promised not to do it again, but suggested that next time we might like to try a bed. It was hard to tell because his head was buried in the crook of my neck, but he seemed to go a bit tense. I couldn\'t tell if he was horrified, or merely surprised. When he tentatively enquired about Ron and I assured him that we were definitely over, he relaxed a little. I suppose he thought it was a lets-show-Ron-I-can-get-laid-shag rather than Severus-is-a-sex-god-shag.

Must call Ginny to ask about next moves.