Stress Relief

“We’ve Only Just Begun”

Lost in thought, Nicole didn’t hear the door creak open, or recognize the presence of her brooding partner.  Snape stood in the door way, his pristine white shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, and studied her profile.  His eyes grazed over her lithe, muscled body showcased by the tight garb she had chosen.  His face grew softer, losing some of the severity the trials of the past year had etched into his features. 

“Ahem, m’lady,” Snape interrupted her reverie. 

Nicole jumped, hand reaching for her wand.  Realizing her mistake, she closed her eyes, shaking her head in self-consternation.  Composing her thoughts and racing heart, she turned to face the wizard.

“Your bath is ready …” he motioned towards the door with a flourish.

“Very good,” she murmured, moving towards him with catlike grace.  She paused in front of him, peering up into his nearly unreadable expression.  With one hand, she reached for his face, fingertips barely touching his cheek.  Her neatly kept, short French tipped nails scraped against the growing stubble she found there, raspy, coarse yet yielding.  She traced along his jaw line, along his neck, and down the length of his arm, never breaking eye contact with the foul-tempered wizard.  The white tips of her nails glowed against the black of his tattoo as her fingers traveled further, skittering lightly along the pulse points of his wrist.  There she stopped.  Using two fingers, she raised his arm to her lips, still staring deeply into his eyes, and licked his Dark Mark from the tip of the snake’s tongue to top of the skull.

He shivered. 

“Bathe me,” she commanded.

“With pleasure,” he replied huskily, allowing himself to be lead deeper into his private quarters. 

Inside the bath, she settled on the side of the tub, raising her foot for him to begin undressing her there. 

Smirking, he knelt in front of her and began to slip off the soft leather shoe that hugged her foot.  Setting it aside, he cradled the same foot in his lap, allowing her to feel his erection there, trapped, throbbing, begging for freedom.  She wiggled her toes against his bent shaft, then stretched, pressing hard against him.  He withstood the pressure with grace before using both hands to peel away the black stocking socks she wore, revealing smooth alabaster skin.  He bent to kiss her ankle.  She withdrew her foot quickly, shaking her head.

“I believe I said every inch, Severus.  You’ve skipped quite a bit,” she admonished him.

He picked up her foot again, and ran his nose from her heel across the arch to her toes.  With teeth and tongue, he separated her smallest toe to begin lavishing it with his attention:  licking, sucking, nibbling and kissing until he drew a satisfied moan from his mistress for the night.  Now using his potion-stained fingers, he spread that toe from its mates and began all over again to worship the second toe.  Nicole grasped the lip of the steaming tub for support.

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