The Burning Pen

The Abduction
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 5

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 5 ~ Hesitation, then Tender Beginnings

Snape's kiss was aggressive, yet still slightly hesitant as his thin lips met Hermione's fuller ones. He suckled her lower lip, then stopped, waiting to see if she responded. She did, pulling on his top lip gently, urging him on. Snape obliged her, flesh moving softly and sensuously against flesh, the wizard deepening the kiss, Hermione's mouth opening in acceptance and moaning as his tongue swept around her mouth tentatively, then with more hunger. The sensation of this first invasion of her body threatened to curl her toes and she pulled away, looking at him with wonder as desire poured over her.

"My gods," she breathed as Snape's mouth lifted at the corner. "That kiss—"

"Cannabis has an interesting effect on some individuals," Snape said softly, his eyes on her mouth. "It can be an aphrodisiac. It increases the sense of—touch. Makes the flesh more—sensitive."

He trailed a long thin finger over Hermione's shoulder and she literally shuddered at the path of tingling heat the contact left behind.

"I see you are one of those individuals," he finished, pulling her closer so his erection rested against her belly, his mouth moving towards hers.

Hermione pulled back as she felt the weight and length of his organ resting against her skin. The weight fluctuated a bit because of the motion of the water.

"Maybe I should think about this," she breathed, and one of Snape's eyebrows rose.

"Think? Now?"

Hermione shifted back a bit.

"Well—I don't know how you are, Severus. I mean, there's always been something a bit Marquis De Sade-ish about you. You are a cruel man after all. You might use the gift the gods gave you like a battering ram on me. I'm not sure I'm up for that."

"Marquis De Sade-ish?" Snape repeated incredulously.

"Yes," Hermione said firmly, daring him to suggest otherwise. She'd seen him in action for years. He could cut people in half with just his tongue if he was inclined. What would he do physically?

"Hermione, I only give pain to my enemies, or my more dunderheaded students in a verbal manner in order to correct them. You are neither. I far prefer pleasure to pain, particularly since I receive so little pleasure in my life. Be assured, hurting you is the farthest thing from my mind," he reassured her, caressing her back gently with one hand. Hermione nearly purred as his slightly calloused hand ran up the length of her spine. "But I urgently want to experience what it would be like to have all of your intelligence and—yes—beauty given to me, at least once. Possibly, more than once. I am no Ronald Weasley. I know what a treasure you are and have always been. I would never take you for granted. Now, does that sound Marquis De Sade-ish to you?"

"No, it doesn't," Hermione agreed, her brown eyes half-lidded as he petted her gently, putting her at ease.

"Besides, it would be good for the treatment. Physical activity will help remove the toxins in your body much quicker," the wizard added.

"Of course, there's that," Hermione agreed, smirking at Snape a bit before kissing him again.

The couple's foreplay was gentle and unrushed, their mouths meeting over and over as they languidly took their pleasure of each other, Snape's caresses becoming more intimate as he caressed the sides of her breasts and waist, his long fingers slipping under her bum and lightly clutching the fullness of her arse and pulling her into his hardness, his mouth slipping over her throat. Hermione explored his thin body as well, her hands slipping over the scars on his back, fingertips pressing against the ridges of his spine and the muscle so close to the surface. She gasped as he gently slid his fingers down her belly and through her pubic hair, bringing them to rest at her core, unmoving at first as she gasped. He bent her back slightly and kissed her breasts before latching on to one, then the other, his fingertips gently moving back and forth over her clit and through her softness.

He didn't attack, he caressed carefully, well aware that her pussy had nerve ending and didn't need to be rubbed roughly as if made of sandpaper. Hermione groaned, shifting sexily in his lap, one hand sliding down his belly and grasping his thickness, the wizard jerking at first, then becoming more ardent in his kissing and licking as she ran her hand up and down his cock, just as gentle as he was while returning to his mouth.

"Yessss," Snape purred against Hermione's lips, his body rocking rhythmically in response to her underwater hand job. He gently slipped one finger inside her and Hermione whimpered as he began to thrust tenderly.

"Oh—oh Severus," she moaned as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes resting on her face as her head dropped back in abandon. He slipped another finger inside her, his nostrils flared and cock throbbing at her reaction and the feel of her warmth tight around his digits.

"Is it good?" he asked her silkily, his voice like another caress as Hermione gasped and hissed.

"Yesssss."

He claimed her mouth again, speeding up his two-fingered penetration, gauging the reaction of her body as her kiss became more desperate and her pelvis began to thrust in unison.

"You beautiful, passionate little witch. Weasley is a damn fool," Snape whispered as Hermione began to keen, then came, a warmer heat washing over his fingers and negating the heat of the water. She fell forward, her face pressing into his shoulder as she trembled and he caressed her hair, murmuring little obscenities as she rode out her orgasm. Finally she pulled back from his shoulder and looked in his eyes.

"I needed that," she breathed.

"Yes, you did. And I have something else you need," Snape replied, lifting her then sliding her over the head of his cock, his face contorting as he sunk into the bliss between her thighs. It was exquisite.

"Oh, Severus!" Hermione gasped as he filled her.

"That's my name," he breathed, lifting her slowly and guiding her back down, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. I'm having a few issues, but tried to write something stimulating for y'all. My son flew back to NY today to live. I'm going to miss him. But, the only constant in the universe is change, isn't it? Thanks for reading

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