Stress Relief

Even though her knuckles were turning white as they gripped the lip of the bathtub as though her very life depended on the connection, Nicole’s shoulders drooped as her head dropped back, eyes closed, and she sighed deeply, allowing the day’s tension to escape from her taut muscles.  Severus continued lavishing attention on her foot and only her foot, as he scrutinized her face, waiting for her reactions.  He nipped lightly at her ankle, jerking her back to full attention.  He rubbed his stubbly cheek against the soft skin on the inside of her foot.  She jumped and twitched, but he held fast to her foot.

First, she glowered at him as he soothed the nip mark.  Then she pulled her foot from his grasp.  Leaning forward, she clasped his face in her hands and whispered, “I believe I might enjoy this more if you were naked.”  She rubbed his chin with her thumbs. 

For a brief moment, his beetle-black eyes reflected the wavering candlelight back to her.  He raised his hands to hold hers, briefly.  He pulled them away from his face.  “By your command,” he rumbled.  The lanky wizard pushed himself first to one knee, then to his full height, then began to undo his shirt, one tiny button at a time. 

All of Nicole’s attention became riveted on his nimble, potion-stained fingers as they traveled lower, revealing more and more of his too pale skin to her view, easing lower to the light scattering of coal black hair gracing his chest, leading lower, ever lower to the waistband of his crisply pressed black wool slacks. 

Suddenly, Nicole lunged from her perch on the porcelain bathtub, clutching his hands to his hips in both of her hands and licking against the grain of the sparse hair growing on his belly, all the way up to in between his nipples, where she stopped to swirl her tongue around and around until reaching one dusky nipple.  She nuzzled his hardening nubbin with her nose, eliciting a deep groan, before she sucked it into her warm mouth.

“Witch!” exclaimed Severus, panting.  “Your instructions were for me to lavish attention on you.”

“Hmm, yes.  That. I’ve changed my mind,” she murmured against his skin.  “Strip, wizard.  And let me have my wicked way with you.”

“By your command, m’lady.” He gladly replied, rapidly shedding all of his clothes as Nicole eagerly dispatched with hers. 

He pulled her towards the tub, entering first.  She followed him blindly, kissing and caressing every inch of his body that she could reach.  The salted, lightly scented water enveloped them, sloshing over the side onto the cold stone floor as their bodies demanded the space inside the footed tub.  Nicole scrabbled to press herself against his erection, desperately needing the contact. 

Snape assisted by lifting her up just a bit, by the elbows, so that she could slowly, and at her leisure, sink onto his shaft, taking blissful joy in the slide of his flesh into hers.

A/N:  Whoops, and sorry to those who read the "enlarged" text version I use to proofread.  Enjoy!