Just Another Snape/Mary Sue Story
Chapter Eight
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This time, it was a hot body next to me that awakened me –
actually, two hot bodies. One was one
of my cats – he was on my front, pressed up against my legs and producing so
much heat I thought I had a little, furry nuclear reactor next to me.
starfished his way across his bed to mine, and had his body pressed up against
my back. One arm was over my middle, just
brushing the cat, who seemed to think this was great and was beginning to
purr. Snape was obviously still asleep
and he was also… really, really hot. In
all senses of the word – he was not only generating a huge amount of body heat,
he was also sporting a huge early morning erection, which was jutting against
my bum. I didn’t know quite what to do
here. I didn’t like the cat up against
my naked legs… it felt a bit too odd, really – just wrong, somehow.
Snape realized he was naked too and pressed up against me.
actually. The hand that was around my
middle was slowly moving up my body until it was cupping my breast, one finger
lazily stroking my nipple. He pressed
up against me a bit more, and I felt his breath hot against the back of my
neck, his lips on my flesh. I sighed,
massively turned on by this. I’d never
really been into early morning sex. I
mean, our breath is always horrible, and I feel not awake and sticky with sweat
and usually I have to pee, amongst other anatomical functions.
this time. It felt right.
bed, deciding I didn’t want him near me while we had sex, and then turned
around in Snape’s arms so I was facing him.
His eyes were open and much less bleary than I felt; his glance was
sharp and questioning at first and then it softened as he seemed to see my
acceptance. He lowered his head to
nuzzle at my breasts, taking first one nipple then the other into his mouth and
sucking gently on them. I sighed,
feeling myself becoming seriously aroused.
He slid his hands down my body, cupping my bottom with both hands and
pressing himself against me. One hand
moved between us, cupping my pudendum in one large palm, a single finger
dipping inside of me and finding me wet and ready for him.
then he slowly slid into me, my legs coming up and wrapping around his waist as
he thrust gently into me. I sighed
against his neck as he leaned against me, his hips thrusting him into me again
and again. He paused to lower his head
to my breasts once more, sucking on my nipples and flicking at them with his
tongue. I wound my hands in his hair,
pulling him down to me and willing him to continue fucking me while still
sucking on my nipples. I wanted it
all. It all felt so good.
and sweet, until I was shuddering underneath him as he began thrusting into me
again. He was slow, so very slow,
taking his time as he took his pleasure.
His face was serious, looking down at me, as though what he was doing
was very, very important – something I thought vaguely bizarre but I was
enjoying myself too much to wonder why.
Finally, though, just as I came a second time underneath him, he
couldn’t hold back any longer and with a hiss of released tension, he
came. He sighed, his façade of
seriousness broken with his climax and his face relaxed into peace and calm.
bed, his chest rising and falling with the exertion of his climax.
bit, despite the heat. I considered
going back to sleep but my body hummed with pleasure and release, and wouldn’t
let me relax enough to sleep. So I got
up off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
you going?” he asked me, the first time he’d talked to me that morning.
“To take a
shower,” I answered. “A nice, cool
shower.”
“What a
good idea,” he mused. “That blasted
cooling spell seems to have worn off already.
I’ll have to see what I can do about reinstating it.”
gleaming with sweat. “Merlin knows this
hovel could use it.”
“Hovel?” I
demanded as he followed me into the bathroom.
“I’ll have you know this is a good house for this area!
“Yes, yes…
I’m sure,” he said, waving a hand at me, indicating how little he cared.
up the seat, proceeded to pee. I rolled
my eyes, trying not to watch. Instead,
I went to the shower and stepped in, adjusting the temperature and the spray so
it was cooling and lovely. He entered
the shower immediately afterwards, much to my annoyance.
hogging the water as I stood to the side and watched, pissed off.
“Hello?” It
was Amanda. She looked hotter than I
felt, her face red and sweaty over the short nightie she was wearing.
She looked into the shower, seeing us there.
“Well, come
on in, Amanda. We’re all in here after
all,” I said, opening up the door to the shower and getting water all over the
floor. She hesitated for a moment, but then
looking at Snape shampooing his hair seemed to change her mind.
was inside the shower with us, standing naked across from me.
“Not
really. It’s really hot in this
house! I guess that cooling spell wore
off,” she murmured to me as Snape rinsed his hair, getting lather all over the
both of us.
“This water
feels pretty good though,” I said, pushing my way into range of the
shower. She sighed and nodded.
“Yeah,” she
agreed and I smiled. I put my arms
around her from behind and pushed the two of us into the stream of water,
pressing up against her from the back.
It was hot and cool at the same time, and kind of nice.
caressing them and playing with her nipples, which were becoming erect in the
cool water. Snape pushed the hair back
from his face and stepped out of the water, wiping his eyes and watching
us. I nipped at the back of her neck,
feeling her shiver under my hands and then I reached for the soap.
“Let me
wash you,” I murmured to her and she smiled in agreement.
shower, watching with folded arms as I washed Amanda’s body, soaping her up
from her shoulders down to her toes. I
did a thorough job, taking my time on her breasts, buttocks and her pussy,
playing with her as I washed, stroking and inflaming her.
I caressed her. I glanced over at Snape; his cock was erect again, and there
was a speculative look on his face.
Interesting. I moved Amanda over
to the water to rinse her off again, stroking her more as I helped her rinse
and she leaned in to kiss me under the water.
“My turn to
wash you,” she said, once she was rinsed off and I acquiesced.
act. He was holding the soap and
wouldn’t give it to Amanda.
“I have not
been washed yet either,” he stated and she sighed.
“I’ll wash
you, she can wash me and you can wash… her hair,” I suggested and he seemed to
consider.
“Agreed,”
he answered. Amanda stifled a giggle.
“So
serious,” I muttered, handing him the shampoo.
It was awkward to work out, but we managed. I soaped up a washcloth and stroked his flesh with soap and
terrycloth, rubbing down his arms and chest, getting into his armpits and
poking down into his belly button. When
I finally came to his erection, I relinquished the washcloth, soaping up my
hands instead and giving him a hand job with lots of lovely slippery soap.
her scalp well until I started to run my hand up and down his cock.
what he was doing. At the same time,
Amanda was working down my body, her lovely fingers washing all the little bits
of my body. She played with my nipples,
working at them until they were erect and almost sore.
her soapy hands up and down me and playing with my clit until I was ready to
scream with the feeling. I tried to
focus on what I was doing to Snape but it was really hard.
took a break and rinsed off. Now I was
the only one without clean hair, so I grabbed the shampoo and lathered up as
Snape reached for Amanda, wrapping her up in his long arms and kissing her
hard. She melted into his hot, wet
body, pressing up against him as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and
reached for the bottle for a second wash.
Snape held her tightly, his hands cupping her bottom and pressing her
against him as he kissed her thoroughly.
Then he pushed her up against the wall of the shower, lifting her up and
sliding into her. She gasped and
moaned, writhing against him as he fucked her slowly against the tiled
wall.
Her arms were draped around his shoulders, his face against
her breasts, and her legs were wrapped around his middle as he thrust slowly
into her there in the shower. I was
able to find enough room to rinse the lather out of my hair before I leaned
against Snape to bite his back. I would
have bitten his neck, but I couldn’t reach.
I snaked my hands around them as they made love, my hands caressing
anything and everything they could find.
His tempo picked up, suddenly, and Amanda cried out in orgasm, her cries
echoing nicely in the shower stall. I
leaned against him, feeling the thrust of his buttocks, feeling the muscles
moving under his skin… it was so erotic.
The water was cool and his body was so hot as he fucked my friend in
front of me. Amazing.
body length shudder, he came into her.
She let out a wail as she hit her final climax, grasping at his slick
body desperately with the feelings that overcame her. I grinned at this and backed off, knowing he would have to let
her down now and they would both be a bit awkward in the confines of the
shower. And I was right.
she fell against him. He tried to hold
her up but was weak himself from the pleasure, so I supported them both with my
hands until they were more coherent.
Snape rinsed off one more time and then exited the shower, reaching for
his towel to dry off. I stood under the
cool water for a while longer, Amanda standing weakly next to me under the
spray, until we were both cool enough to put up with the heat of the
house. We exited the shower then,
turning it off, and stepping out onto the bathmat. Snape was no longer in the bathroom.
“Geez,”
Amanda said, sighing into her towel as she wiped water off her face.
“Yeah,” I seconded,
drying myself off quickly, my body still buzzing with pleasure.
standing in the bedroom, his towel wrapped around his waist, and his wand in
his hand. “Uh, what are you planning on
doing with that?” I asked nervously, rubbing at my hair with my towel.
“I’m
attempting that blasted cooling spell again,” he muttered, his face screwed up
in concentration.
“I don’t
think…” I began, but he scowled at me and cut me off.
“No, you
don’t. And you don’t need to, in this
instance, as only I can perform this spell… should I actually be able to do so
in this bedamned universe of yours,” he snapped. I recoiled, hurt, and then rolled my eyes when I realized he
wasn’t really angryh meh me. I sighed
and headed back into the bathroom to condition and brush out my hair. Amanda
was just finished towelling off and was hanging the towel back up on the
door.
“I’ll go to
my own bathroom to finish up,” she murmured, ducking out of the bathroom nude
and heading out to the hallway bathroom.
I quickly finished my morning ablutions, deciding that this morning was
a good time to put in my contact lenses – I’d been too lazy to deal with them
recently – and then I headed back into the bedroom to get dressed.
hand, his eyes closed and a deep scowl on his face. He was drawing some kind of images in the air with his wand and
the light show was pretty amazing. I
stood and watched for a moment, not sure whether my getting dressed would bother
him or not, and then he finished, opening his eyes. The air in the room began to cool noticeably.
and discovered they were already closed.
“You did
that too?” I asked and he sneered at me.
“Of
course,” he answered, dropping his towel on the floor and reaching for his
boxers, which he had placed on my bedroom chair. “What good would it do to cool this hovel if the windows let the
cool air back outside?”
“Hovel.
“I would
gladly do so,” he said distractedly, as he sorted through his new clothing to
find something to wear. All the
clothing he’d purchased was black, so I wasn’t really sure what the decision
making process was there, but what the hey.
“All I can hope for at this point is that someone in my universe feels
or sees the sp I’v I’ve been casting here and realizes that it’s me.”
“You think
that’s likely to happen?”
“I
fervently hope it is, yes.” He pulled
on a pair of lightweight black trousers and a black, silk, button-down
t-shirt. “In the meantime, you will
show me those pictures you allegedly have of me – the ones you mentioned
yesterday.” He buttoned up his shirt
and stood looking at me down his long nose, his bright white bare feet shining
in startling contrast to his black clothing.
“Sure, no
problem. How about breakfast?
dressing quickly in jeans shorts and a black tank top.
and I sighed. “Or we could go out for
brunch I suppose. I’m not sure what I
have in the house for breakfast.”
“Did you
say breakfast?” Amanda interjected, entering the bedroom just as I was
preparing to leave. “I’m
starving.” She was looking vastly more
chipper – her blonde hair was in a long ponytail and she was dressed casually
in shorts and another Hello Kitty t-shirt.
“Pancakes?”
I asked, scooting past her through the door.
I headed down the hallway to the kitchen, knowing I was being followed
by both Snape and Amanda.
Breakfast was good – I made blueberry pancakes and some
sausages I found in the freezer. We ate
well, our appetites obviously increased by all the “exercise” we’d recently
had. Snape read the paper, snorting and
scoffing at the news, especially news about violent crimes or politics, which
seemed a bit odd to me. Amanda and I
chatted about other things – mostly about things to do that day, as anything
else we might have discussed would have centred about Snape.
while he was sitting there, unfortunately, as much as we wanted to.
was time to show Snape the… pictures. I
lead him to my study and booted up my laptop.
He looked around at the Slytherin banner on my wall and my little Snape
action figures on my desk.
“The banner
is… not too far off from our own, although it looks far too commercial to be
real,” he mused, fingering one of the Snape action figures.
green snake shot out of the cauldron, causing him to jump slightly.
snake and putting it back into the little Snape figure’s cauldron.
“I know, I
know,” I muttered, trying to figure out how to show him the pictures without
showing him the ‘art’ I had on my hard drive at the same time.
“I see,” he
stated flatly, turning back to the computer.
He watched as I set up the folder to show as a slide show.
“Yes,”
Amanda said, from Sam’s chair. She was
sitting on the o sid side of the small room, watching as I set up the pictures
on my laptop. “Now, remember, they are
mostly of an actor playing you in a movie.
So they look more like the actor than you, of course.”
“A movie?”
he asked, clearly puzzled, but taking the seat I offered to him.
show. His eyes widened as he saw the
pictures.
“Yeah,” she
continued. “When the books came out,
they were really, really popular. So a
movie company bought the rights to make a movie – a motion picture – out of the
books.”
“I see,” he
replied distractedly, looking at the pictures on my screen.
there was no way to explain it without showing him. So I went to get my DVD of the second movie.
my desk chair, his fingers steepled in from of him, a bemused look on his
face. He seemed almost… horrified by
the pictures.
“What?” I
asked Amanda. She sighed.
“I don’t
know.”
“These
pictures are… what led you to conjure me here?
They are obviously the cause of the attraction you felt for me.
mused.
“Let me
show you the movie,” I said, reaching for the computer to put the DVD in.
it. Just don’t… break anything if you
don’t like it. I can’t afford to
replace the computer.” He scowled at me
but then turned back to the computer as the movie began.
the joys and horrors of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.