A Date for Snape

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Chapter 6
Not So Useless Wand Waving
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She immediately went to work on his top coat buttons. Her tongue was out, the tip licking the left corner of her lip as she worked furiously to undo the things. As it slipped of, she threw it into a chair and began on his jacket. Severus reached for his wand.

“I can divest us...”

“NO!” she ground out. “Truthfully, I like the way Muggles remove clothing.” She looked up at him, her eyes on fire. “It makes it more... fun.” She started at his neck. “All these buttons. For years I have fantasized about all these buttons.”

He found her mouth, kissing her hard. “Madam. I will brook no silliness, no funny pet names, no cutesy...”

“I’m certain you wouldn’t.” she mumbled back in his mouth. “But be aware, I give as good as I get! I’m no rug and I’m not subservient!”

“Fine.” Severus looked up and around, searching for the couch, the bed, somewhere soft to cushion them. Seeing what he was doing, she pointed with her chin towards a darkened opening. “Through that door.” Backing her towards it, he reached down and pressed his mouth to hers, savoring the velvety heat. His hands found the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the thing over her head and to pass through the doorway. Their mouths fused again and he heard her hand banging the wall, looking for the light switch.

She couldn’t find it.

“Da..mm...mit...” she breathed between kisses. His jacket was off, he vaguely heard it hit the floor... he would find it later... He could tell she was waving her hand, uselessly at the wall. “Dammit!” she repeated. He snorted in her mouth and reached for his wand. Pulling it, he pointed aimlessly.

“Lumos.”

A bedside lamp came on and he heard her knees thump against the bed. His shirt was now unbuttoned and cool fingers pulled at the collar, yanking it from his body. He attempted to accommodate her, but realized it was hard to undress while your lips were locked with someone else’s. Also the fact that his wand was still in his hand. Snape struggled to put it back in its encasement and finally gave up, thrusting it in the waistband of his trousers. His hands were roaming her back, up and down to the hook of her bra. Somehow, he managed to get it unhooked and she shrugged out of it. His hands found, palmed marvelous globes; firm, large nipples.

His mouth slid across the side of her face, to her ear, his tongue flicking the lobe. Somewhere far off, he heard her groan, as her lips found his adams apple. He heard her kick off her shoes and immediately hooked one foot behind the other to do the same. His hands moved, cupped her cheeks, pressing her to him, when Abi’s hands reached between them. Quickly, she undid the button and the zipper of her jeans and then began on his trousers.

She started to giggle.

He reached into the backside of her jeans, lowering them and her underpants to her thighs. As he shoved her to a sitting position, he tore his mouth away long enough to breath deep.

“What is so funny?”

“All... these... buttons!” she gasped, still working on them. She grabbed his wand and set it next to her, then pulled off her jeans and threw them to the side. She then slid her hands under the waist band of his trousers, coaching them over lean hips... down... down... down...

As they reached his ankles, he kicked what remained of his clothing off. His mouth sought hers again and he pressed her upwards in the bed. Her hands were on his shoulders as they nibbled and nipped playfully. Her mouth again found his adams apple, and she bit it gently, causing him to gasp at the shooting spasm it caused. Her hands had found his nipples and she was teasing them mercilessly.

He bent down to her ear.

“Do you know what I want to see?”

Her eyes slid upwards. “What?” Her tongue snaked out, licking the harsh ridge of his collar bone.

He leaned down further to her ear, his lips grazing the rim. “ I want to see your lipstick smeared on my cock.”

“Oh! Do you now?” Abi waggled her eyebrows. “We will just see about that.” She scooted downwards, hooking her heels to the bottom of the bed, Her lips left a trail of kisses, down finely ribbed abs, teasing in the slight path of crisp hair... lower... lower..

Severus was on his hands and knees over her, looking down. She grasped his shaft, tightly, teasing it. Cool fingers tantalized the head, flicked the sensitive tip. Abi placed a gentle kiss on the tip and...

“Stop teasing and do... ah...” Her mouth slid over it, inhaling it, inhaling him. Her tongue suckled, teeth nipped erotically as he slowly thrust, setting an exasperating rhythm. For several minutes, Severus reveled in the feel of her mouth on his member. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her reach, hearing her groan in disappointment. He reached down, pulling her upwards. “ If you keep that up, I will spend myself before I am willing.” His mouth recaptured hers for a moment. A thought occurred to him, struck him and he felt like the total bastard he was for waiting so late to ask it.

“Are you on any contraceptives?”

“The pill.”

“The what?” He pulled up, looking at her askance.

“The pill. It’s a Muggle contraceptive.” Her hand reached down and gently stroked him, heightening his desire. “ 99.5% guaranteed.”

He mulled it over in his head.

Her hand continued its assault.

What was he considering?

“Oh dear.” she mused aloud, a hand going to her cheek. “I missed a spot.”

“Missed what?”

“A spot!” she exclaimed. “You wanted lipstick stains and I’ve missed a spot.” She looked playfully. He looked back most sternly.

“Madam! You must remedy that, immediately!”

“Yes sir.” Abi slid down again, her mouth yet again building, increasing, tantalizing. Her hands slid around to cup him, tease him, stroke him...

SMACK!

The sound was accompanied by a sharp sting, caused by her hand against his...

Severus pulled away and yanked her up to him. The glint in his eye would have sent chills of the worst sort down his own House’s spine. But she smiled wickedly at him.

“Madam! Did you just smack my arse?”

“Sure did!” she licked her lips. “What are you going to do about it?”

Severus raised a single eyebrow. “What am I going to do about it?” He reached down beneath where she sat and in a breath, had flipped her over on her stomach. His hands gently glided, caressed the smooth mounds of her lower curves, lingering over the fleshiest part. “What am I going to do about it?” he whispered dangerously. “If you give as good as you get, then perhaps it is about time you were tested.” He planted a firm smack on her behind.

She yelped once, looking over her shoulder at him, in mock exasperation. “I did NOT smack you that hard!”

“I did not even leave a hand print! On your knees!” Severus reached beneath her and pulled her up to her knees. His hands caressed her spine, down again to the smooth fleshy mounds of her derriere. Giving the other cheek a firm smack, garnering yet another indignant squeal from her, his hand reached farther, touching that moist part of her. He parted her folds, fingers exploring ins and outs and she leaned, rocked into his questing fingers.

“Tell me something, Abigail.”

“Wha...ah...at?” Her voice was sigh, a whisper...

“How long has it been for you?”

She stopped rocking. “None of your business.”

That answer was met with a sharp crack on her bottom. She yelped.

Again, his fingers slid into wet velvet, probing, flicking, teasing.

“Abigail. How long has it been since someone shared your bed?”

She was again rocking with his fingers. “Tooooo loooooong.”

He removed his hand.

She waited for the smack that did not come. Instead, he drummed his fingers on her tail bone as he searched... searched...

Had she turned, she would have seen a most wicked smile.

“Abigail?”

“Yes?” Her answer was sharp, bitten.

“Answer the question. How long?”

“Does it matter? A long time.”

“Very well. Suit yourself.” The hand drumming on her backside, flattened out, holding her firmly in place. Her eyes popped open wide, when she felt the cool wood from the hand held end of his wand brush her outer folds.

“Severus! That is mean!”

“Answer the question.” The wood slid, tantalizing her labia.

“Unfair!”

“Fair is fair only to the one dominating and in control, which I believe I am!” The wood teased her clit, rubbing gently on the sensitive fold. “Answer the question.”

“Damn you, you snake... you bastard!”

“Old news, Madam!” Severus was enjoying this immensely. “Thoroughly unoriginal. And you a Ravenclaw. I thought you could up with a better and more witty curse than that!” The wand was circling... circling... in towards her core, that most needy spot...around the very outer folds of her vagina... would she make him?

Closer

Closer

“All right! All right!” she cried out, more in embarrassment than in pain. “Since my divorce. I haven’t since my divorce. There!” Her head fell forward on the pillow and her heavy sigh rent the air. “Happy?”

“Extremely.” he nodded affirmatively. Severus looked closely at the wand, her juices plainly visible. With a wicked smile, he licked it, savoring the taste of her before laying his wand at the edge of the bed. “Since your divorce. And you held me off at the door. Good for you.” He moved her down the bed, still on her knees and he stood on the floor, one knee propped on the bed. He grasped his rod, stroking it once or twice to make sure he was properly good and hard. He smiled at the amount of lipstick coating him. She had been most thorough. “Turn and turn is fair, Abigail. For your information, it has been almost two years for me.” He stroked her with the head of his cock. “Say please.”

“Oh pleeeeeease.”

He thrust in, to the hilt, none to carefully, none to gently. He pulled out slowly, only to slam back in. He repeated the motion until there was a steady rhythm of the sound of his balls slapping her labia. His hands fondled the soft cheeks, circling gently. He took in the whiteness of her knuckles, her face in the pillow muffling her cries.

Muffling? Oh no. We must not have that! Severus wanted to hear her.

He stopped and withdrew. He reached around and yanked the pillow from under her and threw it to the top of the bed. “How will I know if I’m hurting you, if you muffle your cries?”

“I like it hard. Just a little.” She moved backwards, looking for him. He did not deny her and again thrust in firmly. “It feels good that way.”

So be it, he thought. Severus kept a steady rhythm, driving solidly, not to fast, not too slow. He waited for her to grasp the bedclothes, felt her tightening up...

And withdrew.

“Damn you! Damn you!”

Severus did something he had not done in years.

He laughed.

“You will come when I am ready for you to come.” He pushed back in again, building her yet to another peak, only to withdraw.

“You snake, son of a...”

He did this to her twice more.

By the final time, her curses were livid; she damned him, his family, his family jewels, his teaching career, even his favorite cauldron. (That one was particularly juicy.)With a smile and the knowledge he was totally in control, he reached around and manipulated the tiny wet bud between her legs.

And when she went to pieces - and let the neighbors know she was being satisfied most thoroughly, he went to pieces with her.

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They lay in the dark, in the afterglow... there was such a thing, he mused. She had curled up next to him, in the crook of his arm. Not once had she tried to call him dear or honey. For that he was grateful.

“You might as well stay the night.”

“I had planned on it.”

She smiled against his chest.

“Are you still planning on coming with me tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

A pause.

“I suppose you will have to go to your lab and make some more of that potion.”

“No. I have another vial in my coat.”

“But you said...”

“It was an excuse to come back.”

“Ah.”

More silence. Severus thought she had fallen asleep.

“Severus?”

“Go to sleep.”

“Severus?”

He rolled his eyes in the dark. “What?”

“I... enjoyed our evening.”

“Indeed?”

“I mean, I enjoyed this part... but I also enjoyed dinner and I enjoyed showing you the museum and I enjoyed your company working on the fresco. I had a good time.”

It would have sounded contrived had she not sounded so earnest.

“I enjoyed your company as well.” As well as could be expected.

She stiffened in his arms. “You said you wanted to get to know me better at the museum. Does that still hold true?”

Severus snarled and turned on his side. Talking after sex was not tolerable and the chit would not shut up. Best to find out what was on her mind and answer her so he could get some sleep! “Yes, I still want to get to know you. Right now I want to sleep. What is truly on your mind?”

Deep breath...

“Spit it out!”

She turned on her side as well, propping her head on her hand.

“This isn’t a one night stand, is it? If this is all you wanted, I could handle you telling me now, rather than me waiting for an owl. Or not one.”

Was that all?

“No, this is not a one night stand. I pay for one night stands. Do you want this to be a one night stand?”“

”Well, no...”

“Then be quiet and go to sleep or it will become one. Silly, insipid female! You are too flip!” He flopped on his back and pulled her close. “Goodnight Abigail.”

Again he felt her relax and smile into his shoulder.

“Good night, Severus.”

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High over the city, beyond borders, beyond the clouds and stars, a winged demi-god sat in a heart shaped Jacuzzi, drinking champagne and eating chocolates. A beautiful goddess slid into the bubbling foam and smirked at him.

“Well, Cupid! You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“I’m not, Athena. Why should I be?”

“Zeus’ Balls, you nitwit! You set her up with Severus Snape! He is the most disagreeable human being on the face of the earth!”

Cupid took another sip. “For your information, she can handle him. I shot him four times. He should come around just fine.”

“Four times? Are you mad?” Athena snapped her fingers and a class of wine materialized out of nowhere. “What on earth did the poor woman ever do to you to set her up with such wretched person.”

Cupid’s eyes softened, saddened just a little.

“She divorced me.”

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fini
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LOVE POTION NUMBER NINE
The Searchers
- written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller
- as recorded by The Searchers

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