Stress Relief

Anl elf popped into the bath soundlessly.  She wrung her hands in consternation at the dripping mess in the room. Worriedly, she peeked around the door at the havoc that had been created in the master bedroom.  She bit her blue-green lip and ducked behind the shelter of the door to sort out the sopping wet mess.  A loud snore startled the poor thing, and she snapped her fingers, making the wet towels and rugs disappear in an instant.  Once more she peeped around the safety of the door to spy the ever-dour Headmaster hanging half off the bed, a strange smile gracing his face and his long thin foot poking from underneath the tangled covers. 

With a muted snap, the elf banished the dirty laundry strewn through his bedchamber and smiled at the relaxed nature of the normally disturbed man who haunted these quarters.

Snape stirred, reaching for the naked woman who should have been sleeping next to him.  Instead he found empty space.  More alert, he listened carefully, realizing she was humming softly in the bath. 

He shoved himself out of the bed, seeking out Nicole.  He found her fully clothed in a dark green dress much like her navy dress, carefully applying lipstick.  Seeing him, she smiled into the mirror and turned .

“Great timing, Snape.  I need to blot,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Blot?” he asked in confusion.

“Mais oui,” she answered cheerfully, dropping to her knees in front of his bobbing morning erection and proceeded to blot her excess lipstick around his fluted head.  Both of his eyebrows raised in astonishment.  She smiled at him as she rose back to her feet.   

“Mmmmm, looks nice.  Very nice,” she murmured before brushing his lips with a kiss.  “I will be in your library working on my Master’s defense.  Shall I meet you here for lunch?” She asked coyly. 

Grumbling, he replied, “Alas, I must take my lunch in the Great Hall.”

“Ah, well, Great Hall then.  Do try to enjoy your day, Severus.”  She brushed his cheek with her fingertips before flouncing out of the room, leaving him to stare down at her bright red lip prints glowing back up at him from his own cock. 

With a scowl, he stepped to the loo to relieve himself, knowing full well that the only enjoyment his day had in store for him had just left.

As Nicole exited from Snape’s private rooms, she immediately encountered Alecto and Madam Pince as they were making their respective ways to their posts for the day.  She nodded curtly to the two women and strode ahead. 

“I cannot believe Snape allows his cock-whore to have free rein of the castle,” the portly Carrow muttered to her companion.  Madam Pince stared at the other witch in astonishment.  Nicole spun sharply on one heel, advancing on Alecto.

“Yes, he does allow his ‘cock-whore’ to have free rein.  Yet, you cannot even be trusted with access to his office,” she snarled haughtily.

A/N:  Ahh, a two-fer today.  Anyone care to offer any crumbs to a starving writer in return?