It's All Fun and Games Until...

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A/N - I changed this chapter up a bit because I wasn't 100% pleased with the first version. I didn't feel there was enough lemony goodness.....

Chapter 7: By Trickery

His touch was surprisingly warm. He always seemed so cold and distant that it would only seem natural for his body to be cold, as if ice water flowed through his veins. His mouth was soft as was the kiss and Hermione found herself whimpering softly. His long, clever fingers were running through her hair, teasing at the nape of her neck. He was dotting kisses along her jaw, on her cheeks, settling warm on her throat. His tongue flicked out and chased across the hollow of her throat and she hissed under her breath. His fingers were twining together with hers. Her hand seemed tiny in his, and she was struck again by how disarmingly imposing he was. He pulled her from her seat and spun her towards his desk.

“I kept the desk clear, just in case.” He murmured, as he kissed the delicate inner aspect of her wrist. He could feel the pull of blood through her veins beneath his lips. “You know, dares can be dangerous.” He whispered “All fun and games until you get in over your head.” He pulled at her shirt and the buttons flew off, shooting off in different directions. He ran a thumb over her puckered nipple and she sighed.

“Not so dangerous…” She began as he trailed kisses along her collarbone and then took her nipple into his mouth “a dare is only risky if it’s something you don’t want to do.” She laughed softly, the sound rumbling beneath the professor’s lips. Snape stopped and looked up at her, his eyes dark, smoldering.

“You wanted this?” He mouthed, looking vaguely surprised.

“Of course,” She said softly “after all, the desk was all in my brilliant imagination. The words weren’t put in my mouth for the dare. It was all in my head. I think I just needed to realize what it was I wanted.” He grabbed her by the waist and swung her up onto the desk.

“This desk won’t just be in your imagination anymore.” He hissed as he fumbled with the hem of her skirt. He drew the fabric up and ran his hand up her pale thigh. His tongue rasped across her nipple and she shivered.

“Now, tell me something…..” He trailed off, his eyes dark. “Did you really dream of me taking you on my desk?” She bit her lower lip and nodded her head, her chocolate eyes dancing. She felt his fingers tracing up her leg to her tender cleft of flesh. His fingertips slowly rolled over the little nub of flesh and she gasped. He heightened the pressure and the friction was incredible. She found herself grinding her hips against his touch. She reached out and started to fumble with his pants. She drew the zipper down, feeling it slide tooth by tooth, frustratingly slow. He drew his one hand away from her and released the button. She dipped her hand into the front of his pants, touched him, ran her palm over his length, and he sighed. He chuckled suddenly.

“Did you imagine it like this?” Then, he pushed her playfully so she was lying on her back, sprawled across the massive desk. She felt an increase in pressure at her core and then suddenly he was plunging into her. It was all so bizarre – she was still a virgin, barely been kissed even, and yet the pain she had always heard about didn’t really register. She had expected to be screaming, crying, for a completely different reason, for her first time. He pistoned into her, again and again, and she could feel her senses reeling. All she could feel was how soft and smooth his touch was, how his breath was hot on her throat. All she could smell was his scent which was that of old leather and parchment and something else, some exotic herb perhaps. He gently nipped at her ear lobe. She ran her fingertips over his back, beneath his robes. She could feel scars beneath her touch from his past struggles, and she traced over them with a cool fingertip. Then, he plunged into her again, going deeper than before and her nails sank into his skin.
“Oh gods….Severus…..” She murmured.
“So, is it anything like the dream?” He asked, an eyebrow arched sardonically.
“Better.” She gasped.

Snape pulled away and she groaned at the loss of heat, the loss of that touch. He paused a moment, his eyes closed.

“Since you were so truthful with me, I should probably be honest as well.” His voice was serious. “You aren’t the only one with a dare.” Hermione began to sit up but Snape held both her wrists against the desk and leaned against her possessively. “You see, a group of Slytherins, myself included, have been taking part in a challenge, a series of dares, for the last week or so.”

“Oh?” Hermione closed her eyes, rather hoping that he’d stop talking and go back to using his fingers and tongue, and other parts, so cleverly.

“My dare…” He chuckled - the sound sent a jolt through Hermione’s spine “My dare was for me to seduce a certain lovely young Gryffindor.”

“Ah.” She sighed.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say we’d been set up.” Snape smirked. Then, he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers, slowly causing the ache within her to bloom again.

“See – dares aren’t so bad after all.” Hermione hissed.

“I must remember to thank Draco next time I see him.” Snape clapped a hand to his mouth in mock horror at revealing the name. Hermione giggled then nuzzled her head against Snape’s chest, nipping softly at his nipple.

“Thank him for me too.”

Then, together, they both laughed “Thank Heavens for Draco Malfoy!”