Who Do You Want?

Who Do You Want?


Chapter Four
“Salad Dressing and Undressing”


WARNING: Hair products in use! Use extreme caution when reading. Gagging at clichés is allowed.


Disclaimer: With this disclaimer, I proclaim that I do not own any of the concepts, ideas or intellectual property related to Harry Potter or anything else created by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this endeavor.

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It had been a long time since he had Apparated with a second person in tow. When they landed at Severus\' house, they stumbled slightly, but regained their footing quickly.


The house was dark except for the slanted squares of moonlight on the floor, framed through the mullioned windows. Holding his wand high, Severus cast a quick spell, and a plethora of candles around the room flared up and settled into a steady burn.


Hermione gasped when her eyes adjusted and she was able to survey her surroundings. They were in his bedroom, and most of the available wall space — the area that wasn\'t taken up with the bed, a wardrobe, and the fireplace — was filled with bookshelves. Those bookshelves were filed with tomes, volumes, and revised editions of books on every subject. Severus had had a feeling she would react in this exact manner, and allowed her to move towards the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books.


Her eyes were glazed with what could only be described as lust, a lust for learning.


\"Please feel free to browse my personal library. I would advise that you avoid the items on the top shelves as those have a tendency to bite, scream, or ooze and leave a nasty puddle of something sticky on the floor.\"


Absentmindedly nodding her head, she started looking at the titles, touching the bindings reverently.


He was pleased he had finally found someone who could appreciate his collection.


Walking off to his personal laboratory, Severus pulled together the necessary ingredients for an infradian cycle potion that would prevent pregnancy until menstruation would begin. Brewing it with care to get it perfect, as he always did, he wanted to be sure it would do the trick. It certainly would not do for him to get her pregnant the first time they had been together.


When he returned to his bedroom, he found she had stacked on the floor a growing pile of books pulled from his shelves. Clearing his throat, he held out the vessel that contained the contraceptive potion.


She turned to face him, then looked down at the knee-high pile of books and gave an embarrassed chuckle. \"Hope you don’t mind. Some of these caught my eye, and I was hoping to look through them.\"


Walking over to him, she drank the potion then shuddered slightly at the taste. Licking her mouth, she commented, \"Nasty.\"


\"A small price to pay.\" He also handed her a hangover prevention potion that would keep her feeling human in the morning.


Pulling her away from the bookshelves, he stroked her hair. \"The books can wait.\" Glancing up at the ceiling with an incredulous look, he added, \"I can’t believe I just said that.\" Severus looked back into her eyes. \"Now, you were saying something about a shower?\"


\"Lead the way, my love,\" she grinned wickedly at him.


Opening the door to the bathroom, Hermione was surprised to find a rather luxurious retreat. It held a large bath, a very nice piece of Regency period furniture that served as a vanity with a stone bowl on top placed under a spigot, a shower that could fit four people easily with three shower heads, and a door that lead off to the water closet.


\"Books and a decent bathroom. A man after my own heart,\" she commented, then turned to start pulling his trousers off of him, determined to figure out how the buttons on his fly worked.


Divested of their clothes, they stepped into the steaming shower. Hermione poured a small pool of her Muggle shampoo into her hand and was about to start lathering it into Severus\' hair when he caught her hand.


\"And just what is that?\" he asked with suspicion.


\"Shampoo,\" she explained.


\"I already have my own, thank you.\"


\"And what it is?\" she asked, her brows arched.


\"It is my own mixture. Lime juice, vinegar, egg yolk, honey, and olive oil.\"


\"That\'s not anything you wash your hair with. That\'s a salad dressing,” Hermione laughed. “Just try my stuff once. If you don’t like it, we\'ll try something else, but, for God’s sake, leave out the olive oil. No wonder everyone thinks your hair is greasy.\"


He gave her a glare, but relented as she started lathering the pearly mixture into his hair. Smiling, he felt chills as she raked her fingernails over his scalp. A low growl of pleasure escaped his throat, and he let his eyes close as she rinsed and repeated.


His hair finally washed, he turned his attentions to washing her. Grabbing his own homemade soap, he faced her side as he ran his hands over her stomach and back at the same time. He drew one hand up to her breasts to play with her nipples, and dropped his other hand down to her arse, where he rubbed his hand up and down between her cleft.


Hermione\'s head lolled around as he toyed with her body. She was getting aroused again, and wondered what it would feel like to make love in the shower with the water running down over their bodies.


Kissing the top of her shoulder, he felt her hand creep up and her fingers entangle themselves in his raven locks. Her mouth was parted as she panted, her eyes closed.
She turned and kissed his chin, licking the clean skin. Dragging her lips along his neck, she then trailed her mouth along his chest and stomach.


Soon, she was kneeling in front of him, forcing him to back up against the wall. He looked down to see her glancing up at him as she reached one hand for his now growing cock. The water from the multiple shower heads sprayed her hair, plastering it to her head as the water ran over both of them. Her other hand was reaching around and caressing his arse.


With his stiffening erection in one of her hands, she brought her mouth to its tip and lightly kissed it. He continued watching her as she took his length into her mouth, letting the warm softness of her mouth envelope him. He let out a loud sigh.


Hermione began to pull her head back with a slight bit of suction, as she let him slowly slip from her mouth. Resting the head of his cock on her lower lip, she looked at him with upturned eyes and saw him awe-struck with the sensation of what she was doing to him. Casting her eyes back to the now rock-hard erection in front of her, she took him into her mouth again, this time much more quickly.


She heard him suck in his breath. Looking up, she saw his head thrown back, his mouth slack. His arms were at his sides, clenching and unclenching as she started to move her mouth along his length with gaining momentum. Removing her hands from his arse and sliding her mouth along the length of his cock, she grabbed his hands and guided them to her hair.


She used one hand to cup his sac. Meanwhile, her other hand stroked his shaft as she bobbed her head, taking him as far as she could without triggering her gag reflex. The aroused witch felt his hands start to play with her hair, running his fingers through the wet tangles, gently grabbing fistfuls as he guided her pace.


Glancing up, she saw him looking down with the same lust-filled expression as when he first entered her earlier that night. This spurred her on to suck him a little harder, and to use her tongue more deftly. Soon, his hips were bucking, and she knew he would be coming soon again. He pulled her head away, just before he came.


\"You shouldn\'t have to…\" he mumbled.


But she ignored him. Instead, she placed her mouth over him and felt him start to come into her mouth, his cock pulsing with each spurt. It was an erotic sensation to feel him come in her mouth, and she found she liked it. There was more fluid than she expected; it dribbled out the sides of her mouth, but she lapped at it greedily, swallowing it as fast as she could. It was a pleasant salty taste, very musky in its scent.


Severus\' knees quickly gave out, and he slid to the floor of the shower, joining Hermione.


\"You didn’t have to,\" he said drowsily, with heavily lidded eyes.


She moved over to sit by his side and smiled, wiping away the last drops of cum off her face, as water continued to spray over their heads.


\"Nonsense. I enjoyed it. Besides, having never done that before, I wanted the full experience.\"


\"And your analysis of fellatio?\" he teased her.


\"I can’t decide which is more fun, you going down on me, or me going down on you. We\'ll need further testing before I reach a conclusion,\" she said in a clinical tone.


He actually laughed at the jest of her own bookworm attitude, and she joined him.


\"Can I ask you something?\" She was stroking his hand, watching the water bead on his skin.


He gave a small nod.


\"Have you ever had, well, has anyone ever done that for you?\"


He shook his head. No, even under the Imperius Curse, he wouldn\'t risk placing himself in the mouth of a woman who might have just enough willpower to fight off the Curse and injure him with her teeth, Muggle or witch.


\"Did you like it?\" she asked, knowing his answer.


Turning his head to face her, he let his eyes roll back up into his head and gave a sigh of exhaustion. Severus was on the verge of passing out after what she just did to him.


After a few moments, they stood and finished rinsing off. As he was toweling her off, she grabbed the leave-in-conditioner and gave his hair a few spritzes. He winced as the mist settled on his head. She combed it through and told him that it was to prevent tangles. Hair as thick as his didn\'t need a full conditioner to weigh it down.


As his hair dried, he noticed in the mirror that it was already starting to get a wave. It finally had some body. He did note Hermione had used the regular and the leave-in conditioner, but considering the unruly bushy mass of hair she had, he figured that her hair needed some taming. Tomorrow he would have to make up a conditioner just for her in his lab.


They climbed into bed nude and pleasantly exhausted. Neither of them had any idea what time it was, but they both knew it was late.


Hermione turned her back to Severus\' side, reached behind her, and grabbed his hand, bringing him to snuggle up against her back. She sighed as he settled up against her, feeling his firm chest and legs pressed up against her back and thighs. She waggled her hips a little against his lap and quickly dropped off to sleep.


Severus had one arm wrapped around her waist, his hand reaching up to cup one breast. The last time he slept with someone was when he was two years old, and his mother and father allowed him to climb into their bed during a lightning storm. He wasn\'t sure if he would be able to sleep with another person in the same bed as him, but as her breaths became even and she entered restful slumber, he found the sound of her presence soothing. For the first time since he took the Dark Mark, he was easily falling into a deep and restful sleep.


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A/N: I know, I know. Severus with improved hair. I\'m wincing at it myself now, but at least that was my theory of why Severus had greasy hair at the time when I wrote this (I\'ve tried the honey and olive oil treatment - it does make your hair pretty silky, but requires LOTS of shampooing to remove the oil). But I have a sequel to this fic that has been meandering around in my brain. In it, Mother Nature will have her own revenge for Hermione and Severus attempting to change their own follicle condition.


And now that Hermione is spending the night, I just had to write about the next day, and the next, and the next. Can you see how this one got away from me? Besides, it was too fun writing smut to stop myself.