Let\'s Put the X In Sex

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Let’s Put the X in Sex by Nesscafe

Chapter 1 = Special Delivery

Severus Snape was not normally a fan of mysteries. Slytherin to the core he was exceedingly cunning and remarkably clever. He prided himself on the fact that no one outwitted the great Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was quite unusual for Severus to find himself not only perplexed, but also enjoying being the recipient of a great puzzle. Then again, it wasn’t often a woman sent him an unsigned note and a naughty picture of herself.

It all started on what began like any normal Friday. Severus rose from bed early. A light sleeper on the best of nights, he had an unrestful four hours of sleep. Though a great many would doubt it, his first actions of the day were to shower and brush his uneven, yellow stained teeth. He then combed the lank mess that was his hair. Irritated with the lack of results, he abandoned the efforts to make it presentable. It would be a greasy mop once his first lesson was finished anyway. He gave the reflection in his bathroom mirror one last sneer before returning to his bedroom. He then opened his armoire, and picked out his usual Friday suit and his favorite black teaching robe. For his 20th anniversary as a Hogwarts professor, Filius Flitwick had gifted him with a new robe charmed to give just the right billowing bat-like effect when he stalked the halls. He couldn’t help smirking when he put it on. If he couldn’t earn the respect of the little delinquents running about he would scare it out of them! Properly attired, he exited his personal living chambers for his private office, which was joined by a door that he kept warded at all times against intruders. He gathered the stack of graded parchments that were to be handed back to his dunderheaded students, then left to prepare the Potions classroom for the day. Once satisfied with his surroundings it was time to leave the dungeons for the Great Hall where he would have breakfast.

As the day wore on Severus found he was in a better mood than was normal for him. His Slytherins were in the lead for the house cup this year. Good ole Argus Filch was itching to find students to torture, so he’d offered to supervise Snape’s weekend detentions. Miraculously, the last class of the week had ended with no explosions or melted caldrons and supper was his favorite meal roasted leg of lamb! He wore his customary sneer firmly in place all day, but his mood was the best it had been in ages.

Severus felt so good he’d even considered engaging in a little after dinner small talk with that bushy haired, pain in the arse, who persisted in being next to him and chattering away at him whenever they were within the same breathing space. Ever since Hermione Granger had replaced Irma Pince as librarian, the female third of the Golden Trio insisted on pestering him on every possible occasion. Whenever he entered the library, at every meal, every staff meeting, every Quiditch match, even when he was doing his rounds at night she would pop out of no where and say ‘Hello, Professor!’ to him! He was never nice to her. He’d been as purposely cruel to her as he was to Potter and his other sidekick during her school years. He couldn’t understand why she would want to speak with him, but she never failed. He had to admit that at the nicely ripened age of 26 Miss Hermione Granger had transformed into not only an intelligent, but dare he admit it, quite a comely witch. He also thanked the stars that unlike the Headmaster, she didn’t prattle on about the comings and goings of the great Harry Potter and her other friend, the youngest Weasley boy, nonstop. To be honest he might even venture to say she wasn’t as annoying an adult as she was as a know-it-all student, but her relentless attempts at conversing with him were rather tiresome.

As it turned out Severus was spared the mealtime chitchat. Miss Granger was rather quiet that evening. She looked positively flushed and he began to wonder if she was ill. He watched her sereptiously from the corner of his eye, to see if she had symptoms of the new batwing flu that was going around. As a potions master he kept an extra supply of pepper-up potion in his chambers. Just as he was about to offer her a dose from his personal supply, she turned to face him and murmured something about not feeling well. Without further explanation she bid him a pleasant evening and left out the teacher’s side door. She seemed a bit nervous he thought when she’d looked at him, but quickly pushed the young woman from his mind. He wasn’t sure why he was concerning himself with Hermione Granger’s welfare in the first place!

It was about that time when the evening owl post arrived. Instead receiving the usual Potions Digest magazine a rather ordinary looking owl soared over to him, dropped a plain parchment colored envelope on his lap, then flew away like nothing strange had just occurred. Snape was a bit surprised at first. He didn’t have any living relatives he cared to keep in contact with. He didn’t have friends and if he did he doubted they would send him letters when they could easily fire call him. He did get the occasional invitation to a party of some misguided Order member who thought he might bother to attend. It was for these reasons that Severus eyed the missive with more than a little suspicion; you don’t spy on a dark lord for seven years and not become a bit paranoid when things out of the ordinary happen. His first move was to see if the bird had some how been mistaken. It hadn’t. He then checked the envelope to see if it had a return address so he could ignore… err, identify the sender. It didn’t. The writing of the front simply read: Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master, Order of Merlin First Class in a nice precise and neat scroll. Snape’s obsidian eyes glittered at reading the title! It was rare for anyone to acknowledge his Order of Merlin; mostly because few people actually knew about it.

He had been a spy for seven long and painful years. He had delivered Harry –The-Boy-Who-Saved-The-Wizarding-World-Potter from certain death more times then he could count. Never mind the fact that without the information he risked his life for, countless lives would have been taken. Forget that the little prat would never have been able to survive the final battle had he not been there to stop Lucius Malfoy and the other Death Eaters from killing him. None of that mattered when the time came to decorate the war heroes. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic at the time, had denied the Ex-Death Eater his coveted Order of Merlin. He had not received so much as a thank you for his time. To say he was furious was a great understatement. It was a monstrous slap in the face.

Severus had long given up hope of ever receiving the recognition he craved so much. He was a Slytherin deep in his bones and he desired the respect that the Order of Merlin would have finally given him. He didn’t want to be adored and fawned over like Potter, but no one in his life had ever appreciated him even his father had nothing but scorn for his son. It was a great shock the day that newly elected Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley, sent a large, obviously blind barn owl to the dour Potions Master. The bird flew quite literally into him and proudly delivered a short letter and a shiny gold medal with the words Order of Merlin First class emblazed upon it. The letter that accompanied his medal read simply, “For invaluable, cunning espionage and LOYAL services to the Order of the Phoenix, I award you, Severus Sebastian Snape, the Order of Merlin First Class.” It is for this reason alone, the professor can be seen proudly donning what is unmistakably a Slytherin green Weasley jumper under his billowing robes on every Christmas morning.

Since Snape was more likely to receive an exploding or cursed letter then the fan mail he imagined Potter was accustomed to, so he cast several charms to extinguish any curses or hexes that may be triggered when he opened the missive. Finally finding the envelope to be safe, he turned it over, and looked at odd red wax seal. It was blank, blood red, and in the shape of a heart. He didn’t know what to make of that, but he carefully broke the seal anyways. From the inside he removed a folded piece of parchment and noticed immediately as something small slipped from the paper into his lap. Ignoring the presumed letter he picked up the fallen object. Right away he noticed it was nothing but a small square snap shot. He was going to dismiss the picture until it began to move.

He saw a woman in a dark room sitting on a chair uncrossing her shapely creamy white legs and wearing shiny black high-heeled shoes that buckled around her ankles in a very sexy way. He quickly noted she didn’t want to be recognized. She was cloaked a heavy looking dark green robe with a hood covering her head and shadowing her face. She slowly stood up, and skipping the clasp at her neck, which seemed to keep the hood in place, began to unfasten the buttons holding the garment shut. Her head bowed slightly so that he couldn’t make out her face, he watched as she pulled her robe open to show him she was wearing nothing but tiny black lace panties underneath.

The woman’s skin was an alluring ivory in contrast to the darkness around her. Her breasts were full and pert with rosy pink-pebbled tips. She didn’t seem to be very long legged, but the meaty shape of her hips and thighs made his mouth water.

His eyebrows rose as he watched the woman slowly sit back down, spreading her legs apart, while her hands moved slowly up her belly to those luscious pointed nipples and began to fondle them. He held in a gasp and quickly looked around. He didn’t want to alert all of Hogwarts to the naughty vision playing out before him. Convinced no one was the wiser, he masked his facial expression, and discreetly looked again at the woman in the picture. She was still sitting legs open wide while she rubbed and squeezed her nipples for him. The temperature in the Great Hall was increasing with rapid speed.

Finding himself in a terribly precarious position Severus decided it best to leave while the getting was good. He immediately grabbed the envelope along with the folded letter, which he had clutched tightly in the hand not holding the naughty woman’s picture, and fled the Great Hall for his private chambers!

“Merlin’s balls!” he exclaimed as he closed and warded the door to his private chambers. He didn’t waste time in making his way to the back for the comfort and privacy of his bedroom. His trousers were starting to feel tight around the crotch and he was slightly sweaty. Laying his special delivery on the night table next to his bed, he removed his teaching robe and hung it back in the armoire. Still feeling no relief from the sudden heat of the castle, he quickly unfastened the line of buttons running down his suit coat and cast it to the floor. Feeling a bit more relieved he figured he might as well make himself comfortable. He removed his socks and shoes and fell back onto his bed and propped himself up against a couple of plush pillows.

Who would send him such a picture?! ‘Who was this woman?!’ he thought with more then a little lasciviousness. Again he picked up the photo to examine her face better. There, just as before, was the woman with the beautiful body touching and fondling her breasts. It was no use. The room she was in was too dark and the hood of her cloak left her face too shadowed. Snape’s eyes wandered lower and he groaned as he watched her pinching and rubbing her nipples even more. Her chest heaving slightly. She was obviously as excited as she was making him feel.

The more he watched her the hotter the room felt again until he finally had to do away with the plain white button down shirt he wore under his suit coat. Taking a deep breath he groaned as he picked up the picture and watched as one of her hands left her breast, slid down her stomach, and began to rub her mound against those sexy lacey black panties.

‘Great Gods, woman!’ He thought as he watched her other hand join the first to move the already see through fabric aside and expose her red glistening pussy to his hungry eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she parted her nether lips to slip a finger inside the obviously wet slit.

Transfixed by the vision before him, her finger moved in and out in a slow but steady rhythm while the other hand searched and found her clit. It got hard to breathe as she began to work herself over. Severus could stand it no more. His own hand moved down to the fly of his trousers and deftly undid the buttons. Holding the picture in one hand so he could watch as her hips began to move against her own fingers, he slid his hands into his pants and took out the long hard cock now begging for the same attention the woman was showing to herself! He whispered a soft, breathy spell and the picture hovered in the air before him. His left hand was now free for doing other more pleasurable tasks. Gently it cupped and massaged his sac while his right hand slowly slid up and down his length. He groaned again while he watched her add a second finger to her red-hot flesh. He wanted to taste those fingers and licked his lips while his hand moved to the tip of his cock spreading the drops of semen that had already come forth in his excitement. He watched her nimble digits move faster in and out as his own hand pumped faster to the same rhythm.

Her hips rocking against her hand just as Severus’ own began to.

“Oh yes, my dirty little nymph,” he panted watching her while he touched himself. ‘Are you getting close?’ he wondered. The woman’s fingers moving at a frantic pace now just as his own hand slid up and down rubbing in a delightful manner. He was getting so close. She was almost too beautiful to watch. He didn’t have to see her face to know she was a goddess above all other women.

“Please now!” he moaned. ‘Cum for me, you sweet little slut. Cum for me! Show me how much you like touching yourself. Cum for me now!’ His thoughts chanted. As if she heard him, her head flew back exposing a creamy white neck that he longed to bite into while she appeared to scream out her orgasm for him. He joined her a few strokes later. His eyes closed and he cried out his own release without shame.

It took him a moment to regain his breath but when he opened his eyes he was surprised to find that the woman in the photo was gone. The picture was completely blank. Reaching over to his night table for his wand he used a quick cleansing spell to clean himself up, and grabbed the hovering blank picture. Reminded that the woman’s photo came with a note he picked it up to read. He HAD to find out who this woman was. He had to meet her, to know her, to touch her if she would let him. The letter, much to his disappointment wasn’t signed and while it mystified him, he couldn’t help but smirk.

It said only:
Let’s put the X in sex!

TBC

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A/N - Everyone give there love and thanks to the awesome betas Dryad and Shawna! Without them this story wouldn\'t be nearly as good as I think it\'s going to be! Thank you guys!

Also, this story is based on a song and that is where the title came from. I LOVE 80\'s hard rock! Whenever I listen to this song I get inspired to write and one night 2 chapters just wrote themselves. It took me several months to tweek them, but I think you guys will enjoy! If you do please review! I get discouraged easily and it\'s reviewers that make me want to keep going! Thanks in advance!