In The Shower

A/N: As this is just a casual PWP with no intentions of a follow up, I hope you all enjoy it for what it’s worth. There was great debate in the use of my female character’s first name. I consulted the Lexicon and various sources, but on the whole my love of alliterative devices won out. And since the Lexicon cannot confirm canon for Miss Vector, I chose Vivian over Septima for three reasons. Of course there is the alliterative function of Vivian Vector, the second being that Septima sounds too much like Septimus who at present is part of another wizarding series of books I’m reading, and thirdly being that Septima just doesn’t sound good rolling of Severus’ tongue, well, at least not the way Vivian does. That and tiny homage to Alan Rickman, Vivian appears in two of his movies as character names that his character interacts with, both in Something The Lord Made, and Snowcake. So without further ado, and needless Rickmaniac trivia, I present this lovely little smutlette. Enjoy. ß

“Woman, if you don’t get out of that shower this instant I’ll blast you clear into next week!” he growled. The sound of running water was muffled through the bathroom door. He banged his fist down against the solid wood, brow knitting together in frustration. “Vivian! Let me in! Now!”

“Quit your bitchin’ and turn the bleeding knob, you twat!” she shouted.

Thrusting the door open, he was choked by the sudden steam wave assaulting his face. He growled, kicking the door shut. “You’ve been in here for over an hour!”

“Have not!” Vivian Vector snapped, sounding very childish.

“I said you could use my shower, not run the bloody taps dry!” His fingers fussed with the buttons on his shirt. Pulling it off, he tossed it into the laundry chute, frock coat and robes long since discarded. Next came the trousers, then the boxer shorts, and he stood naked, all the while the steam thickened, heating the room.

With a firm grip he pulled the glass sliding door back and stepped into the shower. “Just what do you think you’re—”

“This is my shower, woman, and I was lending its use to you out of the goodness of my heart.”

“Really? Didn’t know you had one of those.”

His hands were firmly clutching at her hips before she could turn around and push him off. With one vigorous shove, he had her doubled over at the waist, her palms catching on the wall in front of her, the hot stream of water pouring down her back. She hissed, her body trembling, and she nearly fell to her knees as he sheathed himself within her. Tight fingers were gripped into her flesh, leaving behind little bruises in their wake, the only thing keeping her on her feet as it were.

“Severus!” she growled, lifting her head, only to have it roughly pushed back down, her long brunette locks clinging to her cheeks in the shower’s downpour. Her hips arched back, burying him as he tried to pull out and her hands slid down the wall. Whipping her head about, she tried to wriggle free of his grasp but found his forceful strokes to be nearly knocking her off her feet once more. It was all she could do to brace herself against the wall and force her hips back, his thick erection stroking deeper with every thrust.

“Teach you to bloody waste water…” he growled, flexing his fingers as they ached from gripping her so tightly.

“Is this a bloody lesson in— oh!” she shivered despite the heat of the water and rolled her hips back. “Environmental conservation?”

“Hush, Vivian,” his growl had her practically jumping as it sounded just at her ear. Severus’ lips sank into the soft skin at the back of her neck, one hand brushing her locks aside as his teeth scraped her. He pummeled her, hips thrusting hard, and she moaned, the guttural cry only encouraging him to force himself into her harder and faster. He couldn’t see through the mounting steam and so he closed his eyes.

Water was everywhere; between their bodies making it easier to move against her flesh as he was practically bent overtop her. It ran down his back, heating his skin, and he could feel himself nearing an orgasm, his sac tightening and his head swimming with a dizzy feeling. Her muscles were clamping down hard and her legs trembled. One hand left her hips and wrapped itself tightly beneath her torso, holding her upright as her footing slipped and she came, his name on her lips.

“Gods!” she shrieked, “Severus, oh!” and the steam swirled around him, droplets of hot water pelting his face. Three strokes and he too was pushed over the edge, his body shaking as he felt his release pour into her still spasming channel. He held her trembling body and he felt the shower floor slip beneath his feet as they fell forward into the wall, her body pressed against it, his against the back of hers.

The steam continued on but the water came to a stop, her hand having found the faucet knobs. She was panting, and so was he, still holding her close, still inside her. Spent and satiated, Severus slowly let himself slide out of her and carefully stood, moving to lean back against the opposite wall.

Vivian took another moment to catch her breath and draw herself to her own balance before stepping toward him and pressing her lips to his. Both of her hands came to rest on his chest as his tangled into her hair and his tongue pressed into her mouth. As the steam began to settle in the glass cube, he opened his eyes and smirked at her.

Her head fell forward onto his shoulder and she sighed. “You know, Severus, this is why it takes me an over an hour to get through a shower.”

He chuckled almost darkly. “What the hell ever is your excuse when you’re not using my shower?”

“When am I not using your shower?” she countered and suckled at the side of his neck.

“If I didn’t know better I’d swear that you break yours just to get a shag out of me…” he hissed into her ear, and then swatted her lightly on the behind.

She flushed, turning her face from him for a moment. “Don’t be ridiculous, you think I like having to come all the way down here for a shower?”

He fell silent for a moment and then rubbed both of his hands over the firm swells of her bottom. “Perhaps not for the shower, but you must like something about it, otherwise you wouldn’t find yourself down here so often…”

She snorted. “Your shower happens to have exquisite water pressure.”

He chuckled and gave both cheeks a rather firm swat. She jumped, pushing her body closer to his. “Is that so?”

“Yes, a rather pummeling pressure that always leaves me particularly—”

“So help me, Vivian, if you say sore, I’ll swat you so hard—”

Her lips covered his and he growled into the kiss, tugging back. “I hate it when you do that.”

“You do not.”

“I do too.”

She rolled her eyes and cupped his cheeks in both hands. “I think you’re the one that keeps breaking my shower so that I have to come use yours…”

Severus turned his eyes away from her and then closed them. “Don’t be ridiculous…” he gripped her buttocks again. “You most certainly don’t have to come to me. You could ask Minerva—”

“Too much hair in the drain…”

“FIlius then.”

“Showerhead’s too low.”

“Well Albus then.”

“He has a bathtub, no showerhead.” Again she leaned her head on his chest.

Severus growled, frustration in his gaze as he turned his eyes on her. “Well you could find yourself a shower in the Prefect’s bathroom for crying out loud.”

“And be seen by all the Prefects?” she rolled her eyes and ran a hand down his chest, fingers idly curling his coarse chest hairs.

“There are other options, is my point.”

“I told you it’s the water pressure,” she muttered and then pulled her head back from his chest. The steam had all but dissipated. His damp tresses clung to neck and the tops of his shoulders as she slid the door back. He watched as she lifted one leg after the other up over the ledge and stepped onto his black bath mat. “Stop staring at my arse, Severus.”

He cleared his throat, stepped out of the shower and wrapped both arms around her chest. “Hush, Vivian.” His chin rested gently on the top of her head and she fell quite still in his arms as they tangled around her. Long, bony fingers found their way over her breasts, smoothing the skin over her chest beneath them. “I’m going to be late for hall duty,” he whispered.

“Go on, I know where you keep the towels. I’ll see myself out.”

He scoffed. “Let you stay here and rummage through my linen closet? I think not.” Turning her around in his arms he pressed his lips to hers. They were unspoken, the Arithmancy professor and the Potions Master.

“No, go on, I don’t want to be responsible for you not being able to deduct copious amounts of house points from Gryffindor or some such…” she smirked and leaned into another gentle kiss. “Heaven forbid that you be late to your hall-stalking date.”

“Woman, you’re never using my shower again.” He narrowed his eyes at her, and then ran his hands through her long brown hair.

“Uh-huh. That’s what you said the last time I made you late for hall duty.” She quirked her lips to the side, backed out of his arms and sauntered slowly backward toward the bathroom door.

“And when was that?”

“Last night.” One hip at a time she found herself slinking out into his bedroom, her bare back reclined onto his mattress before he’d even left the doorway. “And I believe two nights before that as well…” her lips grew into a grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat.

“You just wait, Vivian,” his eyes locked firmly on hers as he climbed onto the bed. “One of these times you’re going to need that wonderful water pressure that you claim is your sole reason in seeking out my shower and one of these times—”

“What, Severus? One of these times it what?” she chuckled. “Don’t play games with me, love, or you can shower alone.,” her arms wrapped around his back and she pulled him down overtop of her.

“Hush, Vivian, your shower hasn’t worked properly in nearly ten years.” His lips covered hers and the covers were up over them both, hall duty all but completely forgotten.