Are We Still On For Friday?

Are We Still On for Friday?

Disclaimer: I am making no money from this and the characters do not belong to me.

AN: This is a silly one shot, full of lemons and I am dedicating this to all of you who reviewed To Fear Love Is To Fear Life, especially those who were disappointed because there were no lemons. Remember, it’s been awhile since I wrote lemons, so I hope it is worth the read. Just a note, I should really be doing my homework instead of writing smut, so I would really appreciate a review. *wink*

Hugs,
Corazon

“Severus Snape!” screamed Hermione, busting into his rooms. Her hair was bushier than normal, sticking out in odd angles, as if she spent the day cleaning or hexing the crap out of someone. “Where are you, you lying, backstabbing, two-faced, deceitful, delusory, unreliable, double-crossing, perfidious, equivocating, fibbing, guileful, mendacious, untruthful, misrepresenting, deceptive, prevaricating, roguish, shifty, treacherous, misleading, two-faced, two-timing, son of a bitch! Not to mention, delusive, bastard, boor, scoundrel, heel, sleazeball, lout, maggot, rat, rogue, rotter, creep, slimebucket, louse, and worm!”

She found him lying on his bed, fully clothed and wearing an arrogant smirk. His hands were clasped behind his head with his elbows resting on the pillows. The curtain of black hair rested on either side of his face. His ankles were crossed as he lounged in a pair of black socks.

“Problem, Hermione?” he asked in a deep, silky voice. His voice always made her quiver and now was no different. Especially the way his black eyes stared at her.

“Problem?” she snapped. “Of course there is a problem! The entire Order of the Phoenix thinks that we are shagging like rabbits!”

“And why, foretell you, is that a problem?”

“Because we are not shagging! We are not even dating…” Her eyes found the floor. “…yet…” she mumbled. Looking back at him, she snapped, “We haven’t even shared our first kiss!”

“Well then,” he said smoothly as he moved into a sitting position. “What do you suppose we do?”

“We? Are you kidding me? You are the one who started the rumors! They are all lies! Harry thinks you have me swinging from the chandelier every night!”

“That is a problem. I specifically told Potter that I had you tied up and bent over my desk. It was Tonks I told about the chandelier,” he sneered.

She grabbed a book from his dresser and threw it at him. Severus simply leaned to one side and smoothly spoke, “There is a simple solution to all of this.” He stood up.

“I know there is. You get your skinny arse out there and tell them the truth!” she hissed.

“I had something else in mind…” he stepped toward her, took her hand and pulled her into him. And then he claimed her lips with his, kissing her slowly. His intentions were to savor their first kiss, yet give her the chance to refuse him. Her bottom lip was slightly chapped – from her constant sucking on it, but never the less, they were warm and inviting. His other hand caressed her face and jaw, pulling her closer. She had no resistance as she melted into his body. He moved both hands to her jaw while deepening the kiss. He pulled back slightly to see her reaction.

Her eyes were hooded, and she gazed at him through her eyelashes and gave him a small, blushing smile. He kissed her again, this time he was a bit more possessive. His intentions were never to ruin her reputation, but to make it clear she was off limits. He was very possessive with what belonged to him and even though Hermione was not an object to gain possession of, her affection was. And he wanted nothing more than have her heart belong to him. After all, he was too far in love with her already.

His tongue traced along her bottom lip and then slowly sucked it, just as she had done so many times during his class. She gave a slight gasp and her mouth opened. Reaching out with her tongue, she found his and together they tasted and explored one another.

She moaned into his mouth. She had wanted this man for so long and even though it was a modern world where a woman could ask a man out, she knew it was improper in the wizarding world. So until then she waited, and waited, and waited…and then one day he asked her, actually told her.

“Hermione, you will accompany me to dinner and then the opera. You will wear your finest dress robes and be ready, promptly at seven o’clock.” He bowed and left the room. Normally Hermione would have protested, but her only reaction was to wipe herself from the floor since she practically melted from his smooth, deep, seductive, yet commanding voice and at the fact that she was going to spend an evening with him.

Moving his hand down the front of her chest, he rested it where her blouse swelled from her breasts. He gently squeezed one, making her moan again. She reached her arms higher, wrapping her hands around his neck. Her body core was heating up with both desire and lust. She was acutely aware of the dampness developing between her legs and silently begged this was only the beginning. Approving of the direction they were headed, he reached into his own robes, withdrew his wand and waved it twice. They were both naked and Severus lowered her down to his bed. She complied by pulling him down with her.

Together they lay side by side, skin against skin, their hands slowly caressing each other. They continued kissing as he ran his fingers down along her skin. He traced along her back, making small circles while moving down toward her waist. Her waist was narrow, and an imaged flashed in his mind of him taking her from behind, thrusting into her while gripping her waist and she crying out in pleasure. He inhaled sharply at the thought. His hand moved down to her round arse and squeezed it. She was thin, but round in the right places. He imagined her being much plumper after popping out a house full of little Snapes and deepened the kiss even more. She was the one he would spend his life with.

Hermione leaned into him, feeling his hip bone against her skin along with his erection rubbing against her. He was so damn thin, but she didn’t care. She was well aware that he ate, ate plenty more than his share, so she knew he was not starving. After the final battle, she took it upon herself to look after him, but without his knowledge. She was surprised he had accepted her friendship so quickly. Her body shivered as his fingers slowly circled her skin and squeezed her arse. Moving her hand down his chest, she felt a patch of coarse hairs that thinned out toward his navel. His body may have been thin, but he was strong. Slowly twirling the hairs between her fingers, she moved even lower until she found a thicker patch. He slightly moaned, encouraging her exploration. Still playing with his hairs, the back of her hand brushed against his erection.

Maybe it was not proper for a witch to ask a wizard out, but the fact that she was lying in his bed, naked, before they even dated, she decided all rules of proper etiquette was now out the window. Turning her hand and moving it to the underside of his erection, she slowly dragged her nails along the sensitive skin.

Immediately he broke off the kiss and quietly hissed, “Oh gods…” The dampness between her legs increased at his response. She wiggled a bit out of his arms to give his lower half proper attention. He submitted to her by rolling onto her back. Propping herself on one elbow, she grazed his erection again with her nails and then gave his balls a slight squeeze. Glancing at his reaction, she was pleased to see him slightly panting. His eyes were closed and his fists were clenched in anticipation.

She returned her attentions to her ministrations and moved her hand to the head of his cock. It was glistening with drops of cum. Rubbing it on his head, she moved her fingers to her mouth and slowly licked her finger. She glanced at him again and to her satisfaction, he had been watching her intently. Again she swirled the top of his head and stroked his length. His cocked jerked just as her fingers traced the underside of his swollen head and when she rubbed the base, just below his balls. The drops of cum continued forming to the point they we spilling down the side. Not wanting to waste anything, she leaned forward and placed her lips over his cock.

The feeling was unbelievable as he involuntarily thrust into his mouth. He was ready to apologize when he felt the incredible pleasure of her tongue sucking his head. Her hand stroked his length, squeezing every time as she reached the top. She repositioned herself so that she was kneeling next to his legs, facing him. He propped himself onto his elbows to prevent himself from thrusting so deep into her, but also allowing himself to watch her.

“That’s the way…” he whispered. “Just like that…oooo…” he exhaled. He watched her mouth take in most of his length until he felt the back of her throat. “Yes,” he whispered. Her head slowly bobbed up and down; her one hand worked the base of his cock and the other played with his sack. “Please, Hermione, please make me come…” he begged.

It surprised her…no, it shocked her to hear him beg. He was the last person she imagined beg for anything, especially this. With a glint of mischievousness in her eyes, she curious to see just how much she could make him beg.

Lifting her head, she observed intently as he opened his mouth to protest. When he saw her repositioning herself again and straddle his legs, he closed his mouth, trying to anticipate what she would do next.

Hermione slowly stroked his cock with one hand and on every upward stroke, she rubbed his tip with her thumb, spreading the drops of cum. Reaching between her legs with her other hand, she not in the least bit surprised at how wet she was. The idea of sucking his cock always made her wet and now that she tasted the real thing, she just about melted. She moved her fingers around warm pussy, spreading her wetness over her fingers. Pulling her hand out, she slowly licked her middle finger, causing him to gasp again. She was enjoying this power over him, so it took everything she had not to smirk at him. Dipping her hand back inside of her, she found her clit and began to rub it in the same rhythm as she was stroking him. Her hips began to rock against his legs and he tried bucking up with her strokes, but her body pinned him down.

“Please…” he whispered hoarsely “please…I need…to be inside of you…” Smiling, she complied, almost. Letting go of him and removing her hand from herself, she raised her body up a bit so that she was straddling his hips and his erection was just at her wet entrance.

Reaching for her waist so as to guide her, she gently took his hands and pushed them back towards his head, pinning them on either side. As she did this she leaned forward, allowing her breasts to rub against his chest. She looked into his lust, glazed eyes and then claimed his mouth with hers. The kiss was deep and intense, tongues stroking each other rhythmically.

She kept the tip of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy while she slowly moved her hips forward and back. He was painfully aware at just how close to heaven he was. Feeling her entrance, he tried pushing his cock into her and at that same moment she would squeeze her muscles and rock back, tormenting him by forbidding him entrance. Again she rocked back onto him, letting him enter her a bit more and then moved back again. As tormenting as it was, it was also splendid how she rubbed her pussy against his cock.

Breaking off the kiss, he whispered, “Please, Hermione…gods…please…” She captured his mouth again for one last kiss and then she pushed back onto him, allowing him to fill her. They both gasped and she sat back so she was fully impaled on him. Slowly she began moving up and down. He propped himself up on one elbow and with his other hand, he pushed back the stray locks of hair, cradling her face. He rocked up into her, taking in the piece of heaven she offered.

She turned her face and kissed his palm. It felt so good being filled with him. His body was positioned so that his pelvis rubbed her clit just the right way. His hand moved to her breasts, fondling and squeezing them. Just as she pulled out of her, she would tighten her muscles, bringing him closer to his release, but it was her release that was nearer. She rolled her hips, grinding desperately against his pelvis. Her walls begin to clench as small moans and whimpers escaped from her. He watched her intently. With her hair falling back around her face, she looked so beautiful. As her orgasm over took her, she cried out his name. He inhaled sharply from the pleasure of her muscles clamping around his cock. She rode him hard and then slowed as her orgasm slowed. Collapsing on him, he wrapped his arm around her and rolled her over. With his cock still in her, he began thrusting into her. She was stunning under him, her hands stroking his chest, running along his back. Wanting to feel every part of her, he kissed her again. She felt nothing like he had ever experienced and could no longer hold back. He thrust into her faster and harder. He was afraid he would hurt her, but her hips met his, encouraging him. Grabbing her shoulders, he pounded into her and then released, spilling into her. When his thrusts slowed, she pulled him down to her and held him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she clung to him, making it clear she was not going to let him go.

A few minutes later he pulled out of her and lay by her side as they continued holding each other. Just as they were about to fall asleep, they heard a knock at the door.

“Time for dinner,” called Molly. Severus sighed and let go of Hermione, but not before giving her another kiss. It was a well known fact that if anyone missed dinner, Molly would do a house search for the person. Silently they got dressed. Hermione checked her hair in the mirror and winced.

“So, are we still on for this Friday?” Severus asked arrogantly. Hermione grabbed a book and threw it in his direction, but purposely missed.

“Yes,” she muttered and then with a grin bigger than life, she turned on heel to leave, but Severus quickly strode to her and grabbed her by the arm.

Pinning her against the open door, he gently kissed her and then whispered, “I have never begged in my life, but I will beg for you.” He kissed her again and then stepped a back allowing her to leave, but she didn’t. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back.

“I want to be the one to beg,” she whispered. Closing the door with her foot, she said, “And if Molly should do a room search…” Severus claimed her mouth before she could finish.

~THE END