Bungled Burglary

Hermione stared in horror at the open door to her flat. That same door had been closed and bolted when she’d entered her kitchen only ten minutes ago.

She shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other, standing on the threshold between her kitchen and the hallway clad only in a black tank and the violet scrap of lace that passed for underwear, her customary home-alone clothing.

A thousand horrible possibilities raced through her mind, each more terrorizing than the last, as she made her way slowly down the hallway to close the door again. Had one of the few lingering Death Eaters decided to come back for a little revenge? Was her ex-boyfriend playing an awful joke? Was there some sneaky cat burglar running around the building? Oh Merlin! Had her mum popped in? Her fingers itching for the wand that sat uselessly on her bedside table. Some super witch she was.

She warily eyed the coat closet to her left as she passed it, those doors were still properly shut. She reached her hand out to shut the door, wary eyes peering out into the corridor beyond. Nothing moved in the hall.

Suddenly, the door slammed in front of her, wrenched forward from her grasp by a long, muscled arm. Hermione bit back a terrified scream as a hand clamped forcefully over her mouth. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest, threatening to burst forth, her legs felt wobbly beneath her. She clenched her fists tightly and prepared herself to turn on her unknown assailant.

Before she could make a move, she was jerked back against the chest of her attacker, her soft shoulders melding into the shape of the stone wall of hardened muscle behind her. Her breath was coming in desperate, fluttering gasps as the hand pressing the door shut approached her again. Long fingers wrapped around her birdlike wrists, binding her hands against her. A velvety chuckle rained over her, the vibrations coursing from his body through hers. She shivered and her legs gave out, but the man refused to let her fall.

“Now, now, pet. What’s all this? I can hardly believe I caught you walking around wandless,” the rich, silken voice caressed her, pouring over her ear, running down her neck, she could feel the warm exhalations of his breath on the tops of her breasts.
“Severus?” she whispered, her voice tight in her throat. He laughed louder this time, turning her back against the door so she could see him, supporting her with his hands at her hips. His long hair concealed most of his roguish grin, but the predatory triumph in his eyes could not be hidden.

“Fuck, Severus! You scared the shit out of me!” Hermione cried, half outraged, half relieved. To emphasize her point, she punched him squarely, if ineffectually, in the chest. Amused, Severus bent his head to her neck, “Indeed,” he murmured against her skin, tasting the delicate flesh with a few light nips. He moved even closer to her, stepping between her legs, his hands molding into the shallows of her hipbones, tickling her. Hermione stubbornly held her head up, refusing to give in so easily.

“Oh, Hermione, I do love it when you get angry,” Severus said to her collar bone, “we both know how you like to play,” he slid one hand away from her hip, gliding his tapered fingers over the lace against her pussy, nudging the obstruction away, delving into the slick flesh beyond it, dipping one finger deeply into the dripping well that betrayed her arousal as he scattered her breasts with slow, teasing kisses.

You win, she thought. Plunging both hands into his hair, Hermione lifted his face to hers, forcing her lips roughly over his in an abusive kiss. Severus growled hungrily, meeting the violence he had been anticipating. She ground her mouth against his, tangling her tongue in his desperately, sucking on him. She wrapped his hair around her hands, tugging firmly, pulling her body closer to him, her breasts flattened against her chest. Her teeth locked onto his lower lip, unforgivingly hard, teasing him into her mouth.
He lifted her off the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaned into her, letting her feel the thick shape of his erection pressing against her. He rubbed slowly against her and she cried out. Releasing his hair, she ran her hands down his bask, clutching him wantonly as she raked her nails into him. Angry red scores laced with the old white scars that marred his flesh. Using her grip on him as leverage, she rode him furiously, working her weeping cunt against the rich fabric of his pants, even as her lips held his tongue captive.

“Bed?” He rasped against her mouth.

“Too far!” She whimpered, her hands eagerly working the clasp on his slacks.

They made it as far as her dining room table.

“Here?” He asked incredulously.

“Oh who the fuck cares?! Just fuck me!” She cried. Severus didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing her mail out of the way, he laid her down on the tablecloth of the study oak surface, shedding his pants easily. He leaned over her, removing her tiny black top as her swift hands worked the buttons of his shirt. Within moments they were all but naked and he pressed his chest to her stomach, taking the peak of one pert breast deeply into his mouth. He rolled its piqued little nipple with his tongue, attending to its twin with his fingertips. Hermione mewled helplessly, burying one hand in his hair while grasping his shoulder tightly with the other. He lapped at her sweet tits for endless minutes, teasing her with his refusal to instantly bury himself between her damp thighs.
Beyond frustrated, Hermione planted her heels on the edge of the table, scooting her arse down to the very end, her cunt cradling his cock. She rocked against him, tormenting him, moving her hands to dig her nails mercilessly into the flesh right above his hips; he bucked, just like she knew he would. Sparing no trick, she tilted her head so her mouth lay just over his ear, and cooed. The soft, pleasured sound caused his whole body to shudder.

You win, he thought to himself, tearing himself away, sliding his hands down over her feverish skin, over the firm muscles of her stomach, the flare of her hips. He hooked the lacey edge of her purple panties with his fingers and dragged them down her long legs. Her hands were upon him instantly, massaging him with practiced strokes that were alternately cruel and sweetly beckoning. He looked down on her, his wicked goddess splayed openly beneath him on her dining table, completely without shame. Her dark mahogany hair tumbled around her, her eyes smoldered fiercely, demanding his inevitable assault. Her breasts heaved with her uneven breaths, and the pink slash of pussy which he worshiped as often as he could.

Holding his gaze, Hermione dipped two fingers into her own body, coating them with her own juices. With a wicked half grin, she danced her fingers over the tip of his cock, spreading her honey all over him as she brought him to the entrance to her core. He lingered against her for a long, torturous moment. Smashing into her balls-deep, Severus thrust himself as far into Hermione’s body as he could possibly could, wrenching a scream of ecstasy from her. Her small body tightened around his dick so hard he thought he would explode. Hermione’s arms flew back, clutching the table end over her head to absorb the sheer force of his assault. His hands locked around her hips, dragging her closer to the edge as he swiftly pulled out of her with a wet pop. Her dark eyes flashed as he thrust himself into her again, even more violently before, daring him to fuck her harder. She lifted her hips, bracing herself on her heels, tilting to accept more of him. At last, they found their rhythm, Severus thrusting harder and harder into the molten core of her body, fighting against her muscles’ instinctive grip to hold him in. He paused half a moment at the end of each thrust as she rolled her hips with him, squeezing him. He withdrew just as swiftly as he started, hovering just beyond her lips before driving the breath from her again. Hermione gave as good as she got, rising to meet every impalement, arching her back, circling her hips, spreading her thighs just a little farther apart. Each merciless thrust crashed over her body, knocking the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping, but still she pleaded for more, loving every moment of battering she received. Severus quickened his pace at her urging, plunging into her over and over and over again, faster, lifting her hips with his strong hands, flesh slapping against flesh with increasing speed and determination. Sweat beaded over their bodies, cries spilling from their lips, Hermione’s rising in pitch as she lost control of all thought, all will, all awareness beyond the thickness of her lover invading her body, slamming against her again and again, hitting every spot just as she needed it. Severus grunted each time his cock was swallowed by the seeking, pulling muscles inside of her, each time begging him to stay inside of her. Finally, they reached the brink together, crying out in unison as they soared over the precipice into euphoria; mindlessly abandoning themselves to sheer pleasure. They rested pressed together for long minutes, catching their frantic breaths, allowing frenzied pulses to recede in peaceful intimacy. Peaceful, that is, until Hermione started laughing, her breasts jiggling with her merriment beneath Severus’s head.

Severus looked up, not sure whether to be affronted or amused, “what did I miss?” he inquired smoothly.

“Best burglary ever!” she giggled, playfully shoving him off of her, then lowering herself gingerly to her feet. Severus chuckled along with her, watching as she made her way toward her bedroom. He leaned against the table, enjoying the view of his naked woman padding down the hall, “where do you think you’re going, madam?”

She cast flirtatious eyes over her shoulder, shaking her long curls down her back, “Oh baby,” she purred, “it’s shower time.”