Bump in the night plus...

Indecent proposals pt2

Disclaimer: PWP. Obviously I don’t own any of the characters from Harry Potter; if I did I might have the incentive to write quicker!

Bit of a weird 2 chapters, it was an idea I had and I’ve rewritten it 3 times 3 completely different ways, this is somewhat of a compromise I’m afraid.

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Half an hour later, Rose was standing in the centre of the small living room area of the bed sit flat. Sparsely furnished, it had seen better days; the description given by Mr Robertson to previous tenants of ‘shabby chic’ was extreme flattery to say the least.


In front of her Snape sat on the small sofa, leaning back, his pitch black eyes boring into her. She fleetingly considered how glad she was he’d never been her teacher, but at the same time an entirely inappropriate image of being bent over the benches of her old potions classroom pushed its way into her mind.


“You are listening to me I trust Rose?” Lucius Malfoy’s perfect annunciation shook her from her reverie, as he continued to pace a slow circle round her.


“Yes Sir, of course” she’d been listening to him since they’d arrived upstairs,
‘He certainly enjoys the sound of his own voice’, she thought. It had been difficult to maintain the air of someone who had no idea what was about to be suggested but she hoped he had been too absorbed in laying down a long list of rules and expectations to notice her lack of shock or appauledness.


“Good girl. I’d hate to have to do anything, shall we say, ‘unforgivable’, if you were to break any of the terms of our agreement” he was standing behind her and she felt the tip of his wand against her neck.


“No sir.”


It was a strange feeling and a bizarre situation; filled with trepidation she knew Malfoy could be dangerous. Revealing any feelings between her and Severus could land her in deeper with the deatheaters and ‘he who must not be named’, than she wanted to go. But she knew if she acted too outraged she could end up badly hexed and Snape would have to sit on his hands and watch.


“Very good then, we’re all quite clear. If you would remove your robes I’m sure Severus is as keen as I am to find out what lies beneath.” She felt a light finger run down her side and brush against her backside as the tall fair wizard moved to stand to one side of her.


Unhurriedly undoing her robe ties she looked again towards the seated man, and seeing him lick his lips slowly sent an unanticipated spread of yearning into her core.
She dropped the heavy material to the ground, so it pooled round her ankles, feeling two sets of eyes raking over her flesh caused her heart to flutter and nipples to harden.


Rose’s eyes lay on the lean, dark haired wizard, thinking about what might be to come, perhaps he could see the expression crossing her face because Snape spoke for the first time sine they’d entered the flat in a slightly course voice.

“Lucius as pleased as I am with your “gift” are you expecting me to share all evening.”

“Dear me Severus, I didn’t expect you to be so ungenerous.” He put on a very unconvincing hurt expression. “Very well, I’ll go and freshen up somewhat and give you a little, hmmm, one on one time.”

Rose almost gave a sigh of relief as the icy blond disappeared into the small bathroom of the flat leaving herself and Severus alone in the living area.


“Come here witch” He spoke commandingly, in a voice obviously intended to carry.


Rose stepped forward as at the same time he stood up, so they met on the threadbare carpet in front of the sofa. Snape leaned down slightly so his hot breath fell on the shell of her ear and spoke softly now in a tone inaudible to any listeners,


“I have a plan, to help resolve our situation. Here take this.” He produced from an inner pocket a small acid green looking tablet.


“What is it?” she asked taking the round lozenge, suspiciously between thumb and forefinger.


“A ‘puking pastille’” he pulled a disgusted face, “Weasley product, luckily for you I remembered confiscating it from a 2nd year yesterday. NEVER tell them I recommended one of their puerile inventions.”


Seeing she was still frowning suspiciously at it, he sighed impatiently, “You eat it and in a minute or two you vomit profusely, wears off pretty quickly apparently. I’m sure you can imagine that would put even Lucius off.”


A large grin spread across Rose’s face, “Oh Severus! That’s fantastic, I owe you for this.”


He quirked an eye brow, “Indeed. Now let us play on for now.”
Raising the level of voice once more he spoke again, “Help me with my robes.”


They both began to undo the buttons and clasps affixing his layers of black fabric, until they were in the now somewhat familiar situation of being pressed flesh to flesh, semi naked.


“Now, on your knees, come on, don’t keep me waiting girl.” He snapped, and Rose stifled a giggle, bending slowly down until kneeling before him on the floor.


She realised she was still holding the vomiting sweet and went to pop it in her mouth,


“Not yet!” Snape hissed, “Wait till I give you the word.”


So Rose popped the sweet into her bra, giving him an instant’s glimpse of pale breast. Now with both hands free she reached forward, freeing his partially erect manhood from the confines of the dark cotton pants.


Looking up, with a glint in her eye Rose spoke loudly,
“Oh my, professor it’s huge! I’m not sure I can manage it all.”


Looking down at her again, meeting her soft hazel gaze and giving her one of his rare toothy grins, he responded hoarsely but clearly,

“Try.”


Rose looked for a moment at his now fully engorged member, thick and dark with blood flow. She licked the sensitive underside of the head and was rewarded by the sound of a soft rumbling groan from above, it hadn’t taken too long to work out the way that he liked to be touched, a firm stroke, fine flickering tonguing, long stokes and sucks whilst softly cupping and caressing his balls.

They were both thoroughly distracted by this activity, Snape’s large hand resting on the back of her head encouragingly, when the door from the bathroom creaked loudly.


“Oh good choice Severus, you look particularly lovely with your mouth occupied my dear.” Malfoy smiled lecherously, standing in the now open door way stripped down to very expensive looking green boxers.


Snape’s head had snapped back from its carelessly thrown back position on hearing the creaking, and he was now looking at the other man with curled lip,


“Impeccable timing Malfoy, as always. We are getting along very well as you can see.” He looked down at Rose, his expression again a mask of ambiguity,
“You love taking my huge serpent in your mouth don’t you Rose?”


Rose coughed holding in a snort of laughter, ‘this is weird enough without him trying to talk like some kind of porn star’ she thought.


She looked across now at Malfoy, still unconsciously holding onto Severus’s cock with one hand, the tip near to her face. She took in the full effect of having two such different men almost naked and obviously wanting her.


Lucius, she thought had the kind of body a wizard has to work at, lean like Severus but with prominent toned musculature that only comes from training and a certain degree of vanity; he was certainly a classic torso of the week type.
‘The kind of guy who more than likely charms off his chest hair’ she considered.


Severus was the slightly taller, his body also lacking any hint of going to middle age spread was lightly toned and slim from the sheer amount of nervous tension he generally carried around, she liked the smattering of shiny black hairs over his chest, and the few flecks of freckles on his shoulders.

“Well in that case by all means continue, I will wait, it is your birthday after all Severus.” Malfoy broke the moment’s silence, then seated him self not far away on the edge of the large four poster bed.

A gentle push on the back of her head reminded Rose of the task in hand so to speak, and she moved forward once again taking as much of the length before her into her mouth as she could.


Feeling her self being watched in this situation was strange but she was surprised to find, not unpleasant. She felt desired and seriously dirty.
Murmuring gently against the large member between her lips, she wondered if perhaps Lucius might be happy to be the voyeur. She decided to put off escape for a little longer at least.


It wasn’t long before she was interrupted in her task once more, as the fingers tangled in her hair jerked, signalling her to stop for the moment.

“Up.” Was the short command issued.


Face to face now, their eye contact was intense and he drew her in for the first time since meeting that day for a deep and blistering kiss.


“You know, if I didn’t know you better I’d suspect you might have slipped the young lady a lust potion.” The haughty voice came from aside.


Snape broke off the kiss and looked across, with obvious implication “enthusiasm is always an advantage.”
He leaned back in, nipping her earlobe before whispering, “Take it now.”


Rose slowly reached behind herself and unfastened her bra clasp, taking it off carefully, between their bodies. She paused for a second eyes flickering from the discreetly hidden sweet and Snape’s face.


He looked back at her, frowning.
What could she say, she wondered, at a moment like this a bit of legilimency would be seriously useful, I’m just gonna go for it Malfoy obviously thinks I’m drugged up.


“Professor,” She looked straight up into his face, but the words were intended as much for the observer, “I want you.” She swallowed, “I want you, with Mr Malfoy watching.”


Several expressions crossed the wan face of the afore mentioned professor, normally closely schooled and emotionless, there fled across shock, lust, ire, lust, more shock and a final dark pupil dilating shade of lust.


He gave her his most impressive smirk,


“I’m sure that can be accommodated.” He growled, before lunging in once more for another deep and hot kiss, pressing her close with one large hand on her back, fingers spreading out between them over one breast, kneading and rolling the flesh firmly.


In a matter of moments Rose found herself lying on the large bed, to her right Snape was lounging on his side, dark hair concealing his face as he nibbled her shoulder in the way he knew drove her crazy.


To her left in a mirror image position Malfoy lay, placing one hand on her stomach and lowering his head to take her nipple into his mouth as she arched off the bed in response to the other mans touch.


The next few minutes were spent murmuring softly as two sets of hands explored her figure. The room was beginning to get dark as the sun set outside, and in the gloom she found she was able to identify the wizards’ hands by their touch quite easily, Severus’ fingers were lightly calloused and slightly rough from cauldron work and caustic substances, Lucius had long fingers also, but softer, perhaps slimmer digits which would press and squeeze hard into her flesh.


Turning towards the darker man she slid her own hands down his torso until her fingers hooked under the waist band of his pants, she pushed them down slowly, and she felt him run his hand down her side to return the favour.


Rose raised her face, stretching towards his full lips and breathing in his scent. The familiar aroma of soap, sandalwood and lingering potion fumes clung to his hair.

As their lips met she gasped feeling a hand reaching over her hip and stroking down to the apex of the thighs, the insistent fingers slipping easily between her lower lips in the slipperiness of her arousal. Snape broke the kiss sharply at her intake of breath, using her shoulders to turn her around so she was now pulled hard against his body, facing the other man, who was now occupied removing his own boxers.

“You are mine Rose,” the voice was close to a growl, almost feral, deep and vibrating, “and I find, I can’t share you.” He spoke so only she could hear the words pouring like treacle in her ear, as he thrust hard into her, finding her channel wet and ready for him.


Rose cried out, the feeling of being filled and the delicious angle of his penetration as she pushed back against him as hard as she could caused her whole body to heat and any inhibitions to be lost. Severus’ forearms wrapped round her pulling her flush against him as he continued to slide in and out, with a luscious friction which increased her moans and caused her eyes to close.


For a moment she was unaware of any sensation but that of her own building pleasure and the low sounds being emitted close to her ear, until her wrist was grasped in long slender fingers and brought down in front of her, where she found Malfoy’s sizable erection waiting for attention.


Although Snape’s cock was undoubtedly the largest of any wizards she’d met, she found Lucius to be a close runner up as she gripped his length, unable to meet her fingers around the girth. Looking straight into his chilly grey eyes she moved her hand in time with the Snape’s thrusts, twisting stroking as he pushed his hips forward into her grip.

When Severus’ free hand reached around and began to tease her clitoris, driving her to gasp and moan harder, the fair wizard before her took the opportunity to first run his thumb along her jaw before pushing it past her lips and teeth into the warm embrace of her mouth and tongue. Sucking and licking his digit whilst still manipulating the pulsing organ in her hand she watched as his eyes rolled up slightly, the first sign she’s witnessed of any loss of control from him.


The three became a mass of twisted limbs, moaning and hard breathing until, feeling the cock inside her begin to twitch and thrusting become faster and more erratic, Rose cried out as her own walls pulsed and gripped her lover hard.
As her muscles tightened, her grip on the rod in her hand also strengthened, leading to an almost simultaneous groan from in front and behind her, as Snape spilled inside her and a hot stream of creamy fluid shot up from between her fingers onto the bed spread.


They lay there in silence for some time, in the dark, with only the steady sound of breathing before Malfoy was the first to move. He reached for his wand which had been left easily to hand, at the side of the bed. He uttered a cleansing spell over himself and Rose could see by his outline in the gloom that he was smoothing his tousled curtain of platinum hair. Then spoke clearly,


“Lumos”


“Merlin’s beard Lucius, is it necessary to blind me?” Snape sat up grumpily.


“I somehow think I won't get a warm reception at home if I arrive having got dressed in the dark. I'm due back at the manor in 20minutes and I still need to take care of our good friend Mr Robertson.” he was moving around now, gathering clothing along the way, “Now Severus, if you’ll excuse me I’ll leave you to take care of our lovely lady friend here, my dear it has been a pleasure I must say.”


“Good evening Lucius.” Snape smirked at his companion as he exited.


Once he’d left the room Rose sat up, placing a hand on Snape’s,
“What’s he going to do to Mr Robertson? Not that I’m sure he doesn’t deserve anything he gets.”


“He’s going to obliviate him and then take back his money. I am expected to do the honours for you of course, so as to avoid any unnecessary, complications.”

“He’s taking back the money!”


“Of course, you don’t think a man like Malfoy gets rich by dealing fairly?” He was up now and starting to dress.


“Well, I suppose not. Look, you don’t have to go.” She swung her legs off the bed now, standing with the sheet like a dress around her.


“I’ve got to get back.” He spoke brusquely.


“Is something wrong Severus?” she asked, gently reaching out to stroke his arm.


“It’s been a long day; I’ve got a lot to think about.” He took her hand for a moment, lifting it away from his arm and squeezing gently for just a second, looking hard into her hazel eyes, before letting it go. “I need to go.”


“Oh,” Rose stood in the centre of the room, a little confused, as she watched him walk towards the door, “I’ll see you then.”


“Yes.” He paused in the doorway.


As the door clicked shut, Rose sat down on the bed, wrapped up in her sheet toga still, with an exhaled “Humph.”
She pondered, as she accio’d a parchment and quill to pen a quick owl for drinks.
“This has been the weirdest day ever; Jen’s never going to believe this!”