Fic: An Interlude at the Opera
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sshg_smutTitle: An Interlude at the Opera
Author: (anonymous for now)
Summary: Severus and Hermione have been together for just over a year, and all aspects of their relationship are mutually satisfying…except for one small foible of Severus'. Can Hermione convince him that a little public affection will not bring retribution?
Prompt: Severus Snape does not approve of public displays of affection. A night at the opera, however, challenges even his stoic self-control. And a private box hardly qualifies as public, does it?
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adelarchersnape
Warnings: MA. Possible dub-con in one scene.
Notes: First off, a huge thank you to adelarchersnape for submitting this prompt. I had loads of fun with it. Secondly, thank you so much for the beta/Brit picking skill of Gemini Sister. My own Velveteenbunny gave it the Brit picking eye as well. Thanks to Sweetale4U and Gloryandfame for helping me with a couple of questions.
Hermione was frustrated, and the furious way she brushed her hair proved it. She was actually more frustrated than angry, although she was rational enough to admit at the moment she was really more jealous than frustrated or angry.
A hard tug and a snap brought her out of her thoughts. With a sigh, she picked up her wand from the surface of her vanity, and with a quick charm unearthed the brush that had become entangled among her curls, causing it to snap in half. She needed to remember not to brush her hair when she was in a 'mood'. She snorted and then laughed. Ron had been right back in fifth year; no one could feel all those emotions, their head would explode!
She slapped the remains of the brush down smartly onto the marble surface before her. Last week was typical of why she was frustrated; she had wanted to hold his hand on the way to the Three Broomsticks, but he was adamantly against the idea. When she pressed, he became his usual dungeon bat self and promptly turned around and left her standing in the street. The row that followed was spectacular, and although they thoroughly made up for it in a very delightful romp where she got to tie him up for a change, it still didn't resolve the issue.
She knew he was like this when they began dating almost a year and a half ago. At first, she was more than happy to abide by his deep-seated Victorian ways. The romance of it was one of the lesser reasons that drew her to him. His intellect, his bravery, his wit, his handsomeness, and his library were among the major reasons she loved this man.
She was the witch who belonged to Severus Snape. She gave into a somewhat girlish urge to giggle at the thought. She knew it for certain. He told her every time when they made love. Sometimes gently, sometimes with a passion so overwhelming she could do nothing but gasp as he emphasised the words he demanded from her with every shove of his cock in her cunt: 'Say. You. Are. Mine.' He often marked her body with his lips and teeth, leaving love bites that lasted for days, so that he could later trace them with a finger and whisper, 'mine, mine, mine' over and over again. She had absolutely no problem being 'his', and hoped that someday he would want a permanent and public declaration of that 'ownership'. And therein lay the source of her frustration.
The staff at Hogwarts knew of their courtship. Hermione's friends knew of it and had no problems with it, including Ron, and she had no issue with any of them knowing. They socialised together on occasion, and she enjoyed watching her friends give their intendeds little displays of affection; kisses, hand holding, quick caresses and the like. Severus gave her affection; the problem was the public part, and this made her jealous of her friends.
Severus Snape was not a man given to displays of public affection. None. Not even a quick peck on the cheek while on patrol in an entirely empty passageway, devoid of students and ghosts, at one o'clock in the morning. There was no hand holding as they walked to Hogsmeade on a given day. Not even a pinkie linked to pinkie hidden amongst the voluminous folds of his billowing robes. Not a single accidental brush of the fingertips as they passed the salt to each other at the dinner table in the Great Hall. No winks, no long smouldering stares, no 'I love yous', nothing. Absolutely nothing.
In their quarters however, Hermione knew Severus was a man of extreme passion, love, and attentiveness to all her needs, daily and sexual. Oh, sexual; never forget the sexual!
She had never realised that a man could use his body in such a way as to drive a woman to complete insanity with need and want in the way that Severus Snape could. While her previous sexual experiences had been routine—Ron was rather quick and instantly fell asleep—Severus had woken her to a passion and desire she had never known. The games they played, the devices they tried, the positions he created for them—all from a man who was as repressed in public as his robes were black.
Hermione stood and made her way to her wardrobe. She loved the man. She just wanted to be able to freely express some small show of affection around others. Lucius and Narcissa did; Harry and Draco did; Neville even did, and he was the shyest bloke she knew. Ginny had confided to her on several occasions that she and whomever she was dating at the time—and Ginny enjoyed both sexes—were nearly caught in public doing deliciously naughty things to each other.
Hermione was intrigued by the thought of performing a sexual act in public where the possibility of being caught was great. Severus would never go for it, but surely holding hands or a kiss on the cheek couldn't be wrong, could it?
Arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her toward a tall, lean body. "What couldn't be wrong, my pet?" asked Severus.
Startled when he pulled her, she gasped. She had not realised she had said anything out loud. "Nothing, Papa. I was just thinking about an ingredient for a potion you were working on."
"Why do I think you're prevaricating?" he whispered in her ear.
"Why do I think you're too perceptive?" she laughed and turned, reaching a hand to the nape of his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss.
Severus returned the kiss and for several moments they simply held each other, strength and love radiating from their magic and filling each of them with a sense of peace and acceptance.
A rapid pounding on the door of their chambers interrupted—much to Hermione's thankfulness—continued discussion of the potentially volatile subject.
"Professor Snape!" called a scared sounding voice, obviously not belonging to a staff member.
"Dunderheaded students. It's Saturday; no one should be at my door."
Hermione wore a worried look. "You know they wouldn't unless it was an emergency. It could be important."
Severus went to the door while Hermione finished dressing. She could hear bits and pieces of the conversation as she zipped her skirt.
"….Tompkins fell….bleeding…think it's broken."
"…implicitly instructed to not use that staircase until it was repaired!"
"…we told him, sir!"
"…out of my way!" A door slammed, finishing the discussion.
Hermione hoped the student was not badly injured, but couldn't help be grateful for the distraction. She did not want to discuss Severus' aversion to public affection at that moment because, given past attempts, she knew it would only end in estrangement for days. Shrugging her shoulders in an attempt to put the subject away from her mind, she left their quarters for her office.
Every other Saturday, Hermione held special study sessions in her office for any student who needed help with their Muggle Studies. Several of the students were quite fascinated by Muggle science, and she held the classes for those interested in learning more, among other topics. As she entered the room, she was greeted by the sight of her parent's owl, Dr. Who—she had laughed for days when her parents named the owl—sitting placidly with a scroll tied to its leg.
"Hello, Who!" Hermione greeted the owl and carefully stroked his back. "Are you hungry?"
The owl nudged Hermione's hand in an attempt to have its head scratched, and she obliged for a few moments.
"Let's get you a treat and some water and you can rest, shall we?" She removed the scroll and dug around in a drawer for some treats. The owl quickly swallowed them and then hopped to a perch where he drank and then began his post flight preen.
Hermione sat at her desk and opened the scroll. "Let's see what Mum and Dad have to say."
Dear Hermione,
Dad and I can't use our season tickets next week for the opera. We'd hate for them to go to waste, and wondered if you and Severus would want them? We have a convention in Stirling, Scotland, that we must attend.
The opera is DeBussy's Pelléas et Mélisande. It's very romantic, and usually makes for a good night out. There are several good restaurants not far from the house, but it might be too late for a table. However, I'm sure you and Severus could dine in Paris and still make it on time!!
We are well otherwise, and hope that you two will come see us over the Christmas holidays. Your aunt…
The rest of the letter was filled with news of her family, and she swiftly finished it. Tickets to an opera! she thought with a thrill; a perfect way to start a romantic weekend. Hermione smiled as she remembered that her parents had a private box with waiter service. Not only that, but there was a lovely hotel not far that would make the entire weekend a perfect getaway.
Snatching a piece of parchment from a drawer and inking her quill, she penned a response to her mother, while her mind began to make a list of just what she'd need to do to prepare for the weekend. Once she finished the letter, she sent Dr. Who on his way. At lunch, she would need to run to Hogsmeade and make use of a handy tall building to get reception for her mobile. She'd make reservations at the hotel and then buy a lovely new dress.
While Hermione was in her office tutoring the students, Severus sat on the sofa, grading papers. A pot of tea and a plate of sandwiches sat in front of him, and he nibbled and drank as he graded. A snatch of conversation trotted through his brain, and he laid his work down in his lap.
What was Hermione lying about? And if she was not lying, then what was she hiding? Severus snorted. She never could lie well, and although he had given her Occlumency lessons, she still broadcast her emotions across her face.
They'd been together a year and some months, and she made his life so much more than just living. She was his everything, she was amazing. Her intellect, her wit, her beauty were his. And he knew she was proud to be his witch. He enjoyed making her say so when they made love.
That part of their relationship was a lovely surprise. Although she was not innocent when she came to his bed for the first time, she was not greatly experienced. They had a compatible love life that got better when she shyly brought a book to him one day about bondage and asked if he'd be willing to try some of the things she had read. Bondage was a long time favourite game of his, and he was very willing to experience it with Hermione. That encounter led to conversations where Hermione also confessed to wanting to try a few other non traditional sexual experiences including toys, spanking, and 'father figure' role play. It was out of that particular sexual play that she developed the habit of calling him Papa when she was feeling especially affectionate.
The thought of Hermione tied down had stirred his libido. Knowing he would be undisturbed for at least two hours, he set aside his grading and leant back against the sofa. He allowed thoughts of their activities just last night to flood through his brain.
The couple had gone for a late night stroll on the far side of the castle where the land dropped away gently, allowing for them to get far enough away to not be seen. The stars were bright and when Severus had conjured a blanket for them to sit on, she cuddled up against his chest, sitting between his knees. He felt secure in this area, having scouted it out several times in the past. He knew they would not be seen, although that did not stop him from casting a few Notice Me Not charms.
Severus began to rub his cock through his trousers. He remembered that the position they had been seated in had given him the advantage of being able to reach her fabulous tits and warm cunt through her clothes. He opened his own buttons and pulled out his cock. Looking at it, he smirked. He may not have been the most handsome bloke, but Mother Nature had blessed him with a considerable asset. It was long and when fully erect, its girth was daunting; even a few whores refused certain sexual acts because of it. Hermione, however, seemed quite enthralled by it and would beg and plead for it to pleasure her in anyway Severus was in the mood to try.
He ran his hand along its length, gently tugging the foreskin back to reveal the head. It was slightly ruddier in colour than the shaft and glistened slightly with a large drop of liquid. Severus cupped his palm around it, and thought of how Hermione would spend quite a bit of time lipping and lapping at the head when she gave him head. It always amazed him to watch her open her mouth and take him in.
Severus began to stroke himself slowly, remembering as he did so that last night in the meadow, he had opened the buttons of Hermione's robes to play with her breasts. As enthralled by his cock as Hermione was, he was by her tits. He had held their weight against his palms and jiggled them a bit, making some silly comment, he recalled. Then he released them and began to gently, fleetingly rub his fingertips along the heaviest part, just along the underside. He knew that she found this most relaxing and pleasurable. The cool air had made her copper coloured nipples erect, and he widened the path his fingers took to include an occasional tweak on each one.
He increased the pressure of his hand on his cock. Hermione had begun to moan as he had worked his magic on her breasts and at one point, he licked the fingers of one hand and then pinched and squeezed a nipple. When he released it, the air cooled the wetness on her nipples, and she moaned even more. Keeping one hand on one breast, he trailed his fingers down her stomach and began to pull up her skirts. He was not surprised to find her without knickers and happily applied himself to teasing her.
His cock had begun to weep copiously now, and Severus returned again and again to the top of his cock to spread the fluid around. His hand was nearly a blur now as thoughts of his fingers plunging into Hermione's warm pussy and then rubbing her juices on her clit made him tense with his own pleasure. He knew it wouldn't be much longer when he felt his balls pull up closer to his body.
That feeling triggered a final thought; after he had brought Hermione to orgasm, she had quickly turned around, and using magic pulled his trousers and pants down. With a quick charm to relax her gag reflex, she had him in her mouth and down her throat in a moment. When he remembered how quickly he came last night, he came again, a spurt of hot semen hitting his chin while the rest ran down his hand.
His head lolled back against the sofa as he tried to bring his breathing back into its usual rhythm. With a tired, yet efficient wave if his hand, he cast a charm to clean the come from his sticky hand and cock. He carefully tucked himself away and closed his trousers. A nap seemed in order now.
He shoved the essays to the floor and lay down, snatching one of the wretched brightly coloured cushions Hermione had decorated the sofa with to place under his head. Now that he had relieved himself, his thoughts returned to the one that had originally distracted him. What was Hermione lying about? What couldn't be wrong? What would she be thinking about alone at her vanity so early in the morning? Slowly, the answer came to him. It was the phrase, 'couldn't be wrong' that had done it. She had used it before when asking why he wouldn't show her any affection in public, and now that he thought more about it, she had babbled happily last night as they walked back to the castle about what had just happened in the meadow.
They had had this argument before, many times. He couldn't help himself. He was adamant that no displays of affection were offered in public, and it wasn't until they had had their first real row did he confess to her why.
When he was twelve, his mother and he had gone to Diagon Alley for school supplies. His mother was always overly excited when they took these trips; they were her only contact with the Wizarding world at large, and she looked forward to them. That particular trip was marred when Potter, Black, and Pettigrew showed up in Madam Malkins just as his mother was teasing her 'little boy' about his recent growth spurt. Because there were two adults present, the Marauders did nothing but gesture and make gagging faces. Severus, first making sure his mother was not looking, flipped them the finger.
The train ride to Hogwarts two weeks later was a nightmare when the Marauders burst into his cabin and proceeded to tease and eventually hex him. Things were made worse when at the Halloween Ball, he managed to get a girl to snog in an alcove and again, the Marauders found him. From that day forward, he touched no one and allowed no one to touch him and displayed no emotion whatsoever. It was the only way he knew to mitigate attacks.
Severus knew that Hermione was jealous of the fact that her friends often kissed their loved ones in public or held hands, and although she knew it was against the rules, he often saw a wistful look on her face when she separated snogging students when they had patrol together. He knew she would never embarrass him purposefully, but Severus was a man who had ensured that there was no possible way for anyone to disparage him in anyway either during his years at school or as an adult.
But, he thought, this was Hermione and she loved him and was his. Maybe he could allow a small gesture? Yes, perhaps as they walked in public, she could take his arm. Many wizards often offered an arm to their wife or lady friend or even business associate as they escorted them to functions. That would be perfectly acceptable, and there were no more Marauders around to bully him about it, not that he'd let them anyway. He was a strong wizard both physically and in power.
With that decision made, he allowed himself to take his much needed post self-indulgence nap.
Little did Severus know, that in just a weeks' time, Hermione would be taking more than just his arm while out in public.
The couple were busy in their bedroom, packing for their weekend away. Each had a small overnight bag filled with enough clothes for their mini holiday. Thanks to magic, even their formal wear for the opera was neatly packed with Never Wrinkle charms on them. Once all they needed was placed inside their bags, they shrunk them and then left the bedroom.
"Are we ready?" asked Hermione, eyes bright at the prospect of the weekend ahead.
"I am," said Severus. He looked at Hermione and said, "You are lovely; do I tell you that often enough?"
Hermione blushed. "You do." She stepped to him and placed her arms around him, looking up into his face. "Maybe not in words, but by your actions. The way you make love to me, the way you have sex with me. Leaving me my tea with the pain potion by the bed once a month; little things, little actions. They all tell me that you find me attractive."
"Do you wish I was more demonstrative? More verbal about our love?"
Hermione nodded against his chest. "I admit that I do. But I know you're not comfortable with it, so I don't press the issue."
Severus grunted in reply. They parted and left their quarters, snatching cloaks from the rack by the door as they left. Quickly making their way through the halls and eventually out of the castle, they arrived at the Apparition point. Severus hugged Hermione close and in a moment, they were only a block away from the hotel where they were booked.
"What time are the dinner reservations?" Hermione asked as she twitched the hem of her gown to lie across her shoes.
Severus was making the final adjustment to his bow tie and answered, "I thought we'd go to the hotel bar first for a drink before the opera. I've booked a table at the restaurant for nine-thirty; the performance should have ended by then."
"Should we order a few nibbles at the bar? I'd hate for the alcohol to go straight to my head."
"Doesn't your parents' box have waiter service? You could get something then."
"Oh, that sounds fun. I will." With a smile she picked up her clutch. "Shall we?"
The next moment was awkwardly silent for the couple as they stood in the hall. Hermione had expected that, as usual, they would simply head off to where they intended. Seeing Severus standing there, one arm crooked at an angle was confusing.
"Erm, Severus, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, confusion lacing her voice.
"Offering you my arm; is that not what gentleman do with their ladies while escorting them?"
"Yes, but you are not most gentleman. You do not like shows of public affection."
Severus moved closer and picked up her hand, rubbing the back with his thumb. "I am not most gentleman, and you know why I dislike public displays. However, you are my witch, and I am proud to be seen with you. Surely nothing can come of offering you my arm?"
Hermione smiled. "No, love, nothing can come of you offering my arm, except the chance to be close to you as I always want to be." She then wrapped her arm in his, and he pulled her close.
"Yes, this is quite nice," he chuckled.
Severus hated crowds and was not best pleased to be crushed by the throng of patrons entering the theatre. He was pretty sure the overly made up madam with the breasts that defied gravity—and the material on her dress in which they were apparently scantily encased—had groped him as she passed in front of him. If Hermione knew, she'd surely hex the woman. He smirked evilly and leant over to whisper in her ear.
"That woman in front of us, wearing the barely there gown just helped herself to a handful of my person as she so rudely stepped in front of us."
He watched Hermione's reaction. It was gorgeous. Her eyes went from curiosity to shock and then anger. Her normally full and pouty lips thinned. A spark in her eye delighted him as he knew her protective, nay jealous, streak had just kicked in.
"Did she now?" Hermione growled.
Severus felt the movement of her arm within his and heard a slight whisper. An arm across his mid section stopped him just in time as the apparent groper went falling forward.
Sarcastically Hermione said, sotto voce, "How awful. Look, Papa; her shoes have broken."
And indeed, the woman sprawled inelegantly before them was minus the heels on her stilettos. As she stood, the rest of Hermione's hex became apparent; the ties holding her halter topped dress had broken as well and all her glory had tumbled out for everyone to see. Nearby, flashes of light were seen as bystanders took quick photos.
"Oh, my," Hermione continued. "She'll have to dash home to change pretty sharpish if she wants to be back before the second act. I heard that's the best part. Come along, love. Our seats await."
Severus chuckled as he pulled Hermione closer and rubbed her hand. "You've no reason to be jealous, you know," he murmured. "You are the only woman for me."
"No one touches what is mine." Hermione declared. "No one."
"Possessive Gryffindor." He smiled.
"Damn right, Severus Snape."
Laughing, the couple entered the theatre and crept toward the stairs leading to their box. When they were finally settled, Hermione pressed a button which would alert a server that they were needed. It took a moment or two for a cute bloke—probably a Uni student, hoping to make a few extra quid—arrived and took their drinks and appetizers order. Once the order had arrived, Severus and Hermione settled down to watch the crowd fill the seats and listen to the orchestra warming up.
The couple talked quietly as they sipped their drinks and ate. After twenty minutes, the Maestro walked onto the stage and the audience clapped. He bowed and then took his place in the orchestra pit. With a wave of his baton, the opera began.
Severus finished his drink and leant back in his chair to enjoy the show. He had read the libretto one summer while in his fourth year. He had been pining for Lily—away on a holiday to the continent—and his hormones had kicked in. He spent the summer finding anything at the library to assuage his melancholy and stumbled across the battered book, rummaging through the fifty pence box at the library.
With his treasure tucked into his oversized jeans pocket, he hurried home to read it. He replaced the main characters with his and Lily's images and re-read it the lyrics many times that summer. Remembering his foolishness, he smiled and turned to the true love of his life, his heart beating just a bit faster as he watched her.
Hermione was leaning forward in her chair, her eyes riveted to the stage, her foot and hand keeping time with the music. Severus doubted she even realised she was doing so. Her face was radiant with delight and he couldn't help but reach out and take her hand in his, drawing it in close to his leg so no one looking up would notice. He rationalised that this was not a public display, per se. No one could see over the top of the box enclosure anyway.
Hermione turned when he squeezed her hand and looked down. With a smile, she returned the squeeze and turned her head back to the stage.
Somewhere toward the end of Act I and the middle of Act II, Severus noticed that Hermione's hand, still under his, had made its way up his leg to the crease of his thigh. Her fingers had slid to nestle just under the bulge of his manhood as it lay dormant against his right thigh.
"Hermione," he hissed. "Hermione!" What are you doing?"
Hermione turned to him with a sly smile. "Nothing, love. Now be quiet; I'm watching the opera."
Severus flipped his hand and pinched her fingers. "You are moving into dangerous territory, minx. I suggest you stop. You know how I feel about such things."
At this, Hermione became slightly annoyed. "Severus," she whispered and then cast a Muffliato, "the box is high enough no one will see. I'm doing nothing more than slightly caressing anyway."
"I don't like public displays such as this, you know that," he said with a growl.
With a huff, she pulled her hand away. "Fine," she spat.
Severus knew he had angered her and rather than spoil a lovely evening, he relented. "Hermione," he reached and took her hand again, placing it back on his thigh. "Please don’t be angry. It did feel nice and you're right; no one can see, but you know my…history with public displays." Giving her hand a squeeze, he moved it back to the crease of his thigh.
Hermione smiled softly at his concession, squeezed his hand slightly before going back to watching the scene on stage and gently rubbing him.
As Act II continued, so did Hermione's ministrations. She had moved up to directly over the placket of his trousers and was really exploring his now hardened cock. With deftness of movement that comes from much practice, she slipped the button from its hole and pulled down his zipper.
"HERMIONE!" Severus squeaked as quietly as possible.
"Relax, love. You said yourself, no one will see. And you admitted you enjoyed it. It's just like that night in the meadow, and you seemed to enjoy that well enough."
"I know, but I knew that area very well and knew it was secure."
"Well, this is too," she said. "Just relax. Look, Act III is starting; this is the best part. Now watch the show."
Hermione turned toward the stage, her hand never leaving Severus' cock. She slowly stroked her fingers along it, knowing he preferred a light touch to start. She felt the satiny, warm skin from base to head where she circled a finger around several times. Her thumb brushed the slit, smearing a bit of pre cum over the head.
She removed her hands and reached for her wand. She moved to her knees in front of her husband and then whispered a quick spell.
"What are you doing?!" he whispered, incredulity spread across his face.
Hermione took his cock in her hand. "Anyone looking up here will think I've gone to the loo or something. If you're quiet and keep still, no one will know what's happening. Now relax and enjoy this."
Before he could protest, Hermione had the head of his prick in her mouth, moaning as she licked the slit. With a muffled laugh of delight, she took more of his shaft into her mouth, her tongue running along the ridges of skin and blood vessels that pulsed with excitement. She pulled her mouth back up, lips pressing firmly, sucking hard, the way he liked best.
"It always fascinates me," she said, "how amazingly hard you are beneath the soft silkiness of your skin. I could do this for days." She reapplied herself to the task with abandon.
Severus, although still uncomfortable, could not help but give himself over to the sensation of Hermione's mouth. It was hot, wet just like her cunt. For a moment or two, he simply let his witch pleasure him. He knew she enjoyed it when he held her head and directed her pace. He also knew that she enjoyed when he simply fucked her mouth. He knew Hermione enjoyed taking control like this and when they found a Relaxing charm to control her gag reflex in an old book on sex magic, she was able to take him deep into her throat and allow him to thrust gently before pulling out so she could breath. They were well-practised at it and it was a sexual game they both revelled in. Sometimes, Hermione would lie on their bed supine with her head dangling off the edge. Severus would carefully press himself into her and fuck her mouth.
With thoughts of that image in his head, he placed his hands on her hair and began to direct her pace and depth. "Oh, gods, Hermione, this is… I don't think I'll last long. You're amazing. Oh, do that again…yesssss," he hissed in pleasure.
As much as he enjoyed when Hermione orally satisfied him, it was her cunt he wanted to finish in. He pulled her off of his mouth and said quickly, "Turn around and face the stage."
Hermione did as she was told, giddy that her husband was no longer fighting his apparent demons. As soon as she was in position, Severus pulled her dress up around her waist. "Sit down on me," he ordered. Hermione lowered herself while Severus guided his cock into her. 'Oh, yes, that it", he moaned. Once he was fully impaled within her, he said, "now lean back against me; put your feet on either side of my legs. That's it."
Severus reached around and began to rub her clit as he thrust into her. Hermione moaned and began to match his rhythm. "Oh Severus, yes, oh right there. Rub harder. Yes."
As Act III was reaching its pivotal moment, Hermione's cunt clenched down upon Severus' cock. She stiffened as her orgasm washed over her. Severus held himself steady and his fingers continued to rub her clit. Just when he thought she was done, his ministrations brought her to a second, less explosive orgasm. When she recovered, she sat up and with her feet to help her, began to fuck her husband, gyrating her hips as she knew he liked when she rode him. It only took a few moments of thrusting before he held her forcefully down so that his cock was buried deeply within her. He hissed through his teeth as his come exploded from his prick.
Hermione collapsed back against him, turning her head to kiss his neck.
Severus panted and squeezed Hermione. "That was…amazing." After a moment though he said, "Budge up, my leg's gone numb."
Hermione giggled as she stood and grabbed her wand.
Severus stopped her, grinning devilishly. "No, love; I want to smell myself on you later."
She smiled and righted her clothes before sitting back down.
Severus managed to straighten himself out and puff a breath of exhaustion and pleasure. "That was exquisite. I don't know if I'd want to do that again, but it was…"
"I am grateful you allowed it, Papa. It was wonderful."
Severus leant toward her chair as the opera continued. "However, because you were naughty, going against my wishes about public displays, you must be punished."
Hermione shivered. "I am sorry, Papa. How will I be punished?" she asked demurely.
"When we arrive at the hotel, you will assume your submissive position. I will see to it that you will learn your lesson then."
Author: (anonymous for now)
Summary: Severus and Hermione have been together for just over a year, and all aspects of their relationship are mutually satisfying…except for one small foible of Severus'. Can Hermione convince him that a little public affection will not bring retribution?
Prompt: Severus Snape does not approve of public displays of affection. A night at the opera, however, challenges even his stoic self-control. And a private box hardly qualifies as public, does it?
Prompter:
adelarchersnapeWarnings: MA. Possible dub-con in one scene.
Notes: First off, a huge thank you to adelarchersnape for submitting this prompt. I had loads of fun with it. Secondly, thank you so much for the beta/Brit picking skill of Gemini Sister. My own Velveteenbunny gave it the Brit picking eye as well. Thanks to Sweetale4U and Gloryandfame for helping me with a couple of questions.
Hermione was frustrated, and the furious way she brushed her hair proved it. She was actually more frustrated than angry, although she was rational enough to admit at the moment she was really more jealous than frustrated or angry.
A hard tug and a snap brought her out of her thoughts. With a sigh, she picked up her wand from the surface of her vanity, and with a quick charm unearthed the brush that had become entangled among her curls, causing it to snap in half. She needed to remember not to brush her hair when she was in a 'mood'. She snorted and then laughed. Ron had been right back in fifth year; no one could feel all those emotions, their head would explode!
She slapped the remains of the brush down smartly onto the marble surface before her. Last week was typical of why she was frustrated; she had wanted to hold his hand on the way to the Three Broomsticks, but he was adamantly against the idea. When she pressed, he became his usual dungeon bat self and promptly turned around and left her standing in the street. The row that followed was spectacular, and although they thoroughly made up for it in a very delightful romp where she got to tie him up for a change, it still didn't resolve the issue.
She knew he was like this when they began dating almost a year and a half ago. At first, she was more than happy to abide by his deep-seated Victorian ways. The romance of it was one of the lesser reasons that drew her to him. His intellect, his bravery, his wit, his handsomeness, and his library were among the major reasons she loved this man.
She was the witch who belonged to Severus Snape. She gave into a somewhat girlish urge to giggle at the thought. She knew it for certain. He told her every time when they made love. Sometimes gently, sometimes with a passion so overwhelming she could do nothing but gasp as he emphasised the words he demanded from her with every shove of his cock in her cunt: 'Say. You. Are. Mine.' He often marked her body with his lips and teeth, leaving love bites that lasted for days, so that he could later trace them with a finger and whisper, 'mine, mine, mine' over and over again. She had absolutely no problem being 'his', and hoped that someday he would want a permanent and public declaration of that 'ownership'. And therein lay the source of her frustration.
The staff at Hogwarts knew of their courtship. Hermione's friends knew of it and had no problems with it, including Ron, and she had no issue with any of them knowing. They socialised together on occasion, and she enjoyed watching her friends give their intendeds little displays of affection; kisses, hand holding, quick caresses and the like. Severus gave her affection; the problem was the public part, and this made her jealous of her friends.
Severus Snape was not a man given to displays of public affection. None. Not even a quick peck on the cheek while on patrol in an entirely empty passageway, devoid of students and ghosts, at one o'clock in the morning. There was no hand holding as they walked to Hogsmeade on a given day. Not even a pinkie linked to pinkie hidden amongst the voluminous folds of his billowing robes. Not a single accidental brush of the fingertips as they passed the salt to each other at the dinner table in the Great Hall. No winks, no long smouldering stares, no 'I love yous', nothing. Absolutely nothing.
In their quarters however, Hermione knew Severus was a man of extreme passion, love, and attentiveness to all her needs, daily and sexual. Oh, sexual; never forget the sexual!
She had never realised that a man could use his body in such a way as to drive a woman to complete insanity with need and want in the way that Severus Snape could. While her previous sexual experiences had been routine—Ron was rather quick and instantly fell asleep—Severus had woken her to a passion and desire she had never known. The games they played, the devices they tried, the positions he created for them—all from a man who was as repressed in public as his robes were black.
Hermione stood and made her way to her wardrobe. She loved the man. She just wanted to be able to freely express some small show of affection around others. Lucius and Narcissa did; Harry and Draco did; Neville even did, and he was the shyest bloke she knew. Ginny had confided to her on several occasions that she and whomever she was dating at the time—and Ginny enjoyed both sexes—were nearly caught in public doing deliciously naughty things to each other.
Hermione was intrigued by the thought of performing a sexual act in public where the possibility of being caught was great. Severus would never go for it, but surely holding hands or a kiss on the cheek couldn't be wrong, could it?
Arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her toward a tall, lean body. "What couldn't be wrong, my pet?" asked Severus.
Startled when he pulled her, she gasped. She had not realised she had said anything out loud. "Nothing, Papa. I was just thinking about an ingredient for a potion you were working on."
"Why do I think you're prevaricating?" he whispered in her ear.
"Why do I think you're too perceptive?" she laughed and turned, reaching a hand to the nape of his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss.
Severus returned the kiss and for several moments they simply held each other, strength and love radiating from their magic and filling each of them with a sense of peace and acceptance.
A rapid pounding on the door of their chambers interrupted—much to Hermione's thankfulness—continued discussion of the potentially volatile subject.
"Professor Snape!" called a scared sounding voice, obviously not belonging to a staff member.
"Dunderheaded students. It's Saturday; no one should be at my door."
Hermione wore a worried look. "You know they wouldn't unless it was an emergency. It could be important."
Severus went to the door while Hermione finished dressing. She could hear bits and pieces of the conversation as she zipped her skirt.
"….Tompkins fell….bleeding…think it's broken."
"…implicitly instructed to not use that staircase until it was repaired!"
"…we told him, sir!"
"…out of my way!" A door slammed, finishing the discussion.
Hermione hoped the student was not badly injured, but couldn't help be grateful for the distraction. She did not want to discuss Severus' aversion to public affection at that moment because, given past attempts, she knew it would only end in estrangement for days. Shrugging her shoulders in an attempt to put the subject away from her mind, she left their quarters for her office.
Every other Saturday, Hermione held special study sessions in her office for any student who needed help with their Muggle Studies. Several of the students were quite fascinated by Muggle science, and she held the classes for those interested in learning more, among other topics. As she entered the room, she was greeted by the sight of her parent's owl, Dr. Who—she had laughed for days when her parents named the owl—sitting placidly with a scroll tied to its leg.
"Hello, Who!" Hermione greeted the owl and carefully stroked his back. "Are you hungry?"
The owl nudged Hermione's hand in an attempt to have its head scratched, and she obliged for a few moments.
"Let's get you a treat and some water and you can rest, shall we?" She removed the scroll and dug around in a drawer for some treats. The owl quickly swallowed them and then hopped to a perch where he drank and then began his post flight preen.
Hermione sat at her desk and opened the scroll. "Let's see what Mum and Dad have to say."
Dear Hermione,
Dad and I can't use our season tickets next week for the opera. We'd hate for them to go to waste, and wondered if you and Severus would want them? We have a convention in Stirling, Scotland, that we must attend.
The opera is DeBussy's Pelléas et Mélisande. It's very romantic, and usually makes for a good night out. There are several good restaurants not far from the house, but it might be too late for a table. However, I'm sure you and Severus could dine in Paris and still make it on time!!
We are well otherwise, and hope that you two will come see us over the Christmas holidays. Your aunt…
The rest of the letter was filled with news of her family, and she swiftly finished it. Tickets to an opera! she thought with a thrill; a perfect way to start a romantic weekend. Hermione smiled as she remembered that her parents had a private box with waiter service. Not only that, but there was a lovely hotel not far that would make the entire weekend a perfect getaway.
Snatching a piece of parchment from a drawer and inking her quill, she penned a response to her mother, while her mind began to make a list of just what she'd need to do to prepare for the weekend. Once she finished the letter, she sent Dr. Who on his way. At lunch, she would need to run to Hogsmeade and make use of a handy tall building to get reception for her mobile. She'd make reservations at the hotel and then buy a lovely new dress.
While Hermione was in her office tutoring the students, Severus sat on the sofa, grading papers. A pot of tea and a plate of sandwiches sat in front of him, and he nibbled and drank as he graded. A snatch of conversation trotted through his brain, and he laid his work down in his lap.
What was Hermione lying about? And if she was not lying, then what was she hiding? Severus snorted. She never could lie well, and although he had given her Occlumency lessons, she still broadcast her emotions across her face.
They'd been together a year and some months, and she made his life so much more than just living. She was his everything, she was amazing. Her intellect, her wit, her beauty were his. And he knew she was proud to be his witch. He enjoyed making her say so when they made love.
That part of their relationship was a lovely surprise. Although she was not innocent when she came to his bed for the first time, she was not greatly experienced. They had a compatible love life that got better when she shyly brought a book to him one day about bondage and asked if he'd be willing to try some of the things she had read. Bondage was a long time favourite game of his, and he was very willing to experience it with Hermione. That encounter led to conversations where Hermione also confessed to wanting to try a few other non traditional sexual experiences including toys, spanking, and 'father figure' role play. It was out of that particular sexual play that she developed the habit of calling him Papa when she was feeling especially affectionate.
The thought of Hermione tied down had stirred his libido. Knowing he would be undisturbed for at least two hours, he set aside his grading and leant back against the sofa. He allowed thoughts of their activities just last night to flood through his brain.
The couple had gone for a late night stroll on the far side of the castle where the land dropped away gently, allowing for them to get far enough away to not be seen. The stars were bright and when Severus had conjured a blanket for them to sit on, she cuddled up against his chest, sitting between his knees. He felt secure in this area, having scouted it out several times in the past. He knew they would not be seen, although that did not stop him from casting a few Notice Me Not charms.
Severus began to rub his cock through his trousers. He remembered that the position they had been seated in had given him the advantage of being able to reach her fabulous tits and warm cunt through her clothes. He opened his own buttons and pulled out his cock. Looking at it, he smirked. He may not have been the most handsome bloke, but Mother Nature had blessed him with a considerable asset. It was long and when fully erect, its girth was daunting; even a few whores refused certain sexual acts because of it. Hermione, however, seemed quite enthralled by it and would beg and plead for it to pleasure her in anyway Severus was in the mood to try.
He ran his hand along its length, gently tugging the foreskin back to reveal the head. It was slightly ruddier in colour than the shaft and glistened slightly with a large drop of liquid. Severus cupped his palm around it, and thought of how Hermione would spend quite a bit of time lipping and lapping at the head when she gave him head. It always amazed him to watch her open her mouth and take him in.
Severus began to stroke himself slowly, remembering as he did so that last night in the meadow, he had opened the buttons of Hermione's robes to play with her breasts. As enthralled by his cock as Hermione was, he was by her tits. He had held their weight against his palms and jiggled them a bit, making some silly comment, he recalled. Then he released them and began to gently, fleetingly rub his fingertips along the heaviest part, just along the underside. He knew that she found this most relaxing and pleasurable. The cool air had made her copper coloured nipples erect, and he widened the path his fingers took to include an occasional tweak on each one.
He increased the pressure of his hand on his cock. Hermione had begun to moan as he had worked his magic on her breasts and at one point, he licked the fingers of one hand and then pinched and squeezed a nipple. When he released it, the air cooled the wetness on her nipples, and she moaned even more. Keeping one hand on one breast, he trailed his fingers down her stomach and began to pull up her skirts. He was not surprised to find her without knickers and happily applied himself to teasing her.
His cock had begun to weep copiously now, and Severus returned again and again to the top of his cock to spread the fluid around. His hand was nearly a blur now as thoughts of his fingers plunging into Hermione's warm pussy and then rubbing her juices on her clit made him tense with his own pleasure. He knew it wouldn't be much longer when he felt his balls pull up closer to his body.
That feeling triggered a final thought; after he had brought Hermione to orgasm, she had quickly turned around, and using magic pulled his trousers and pants down. With a quick charm to relax her gag reflex, she had him in her mouth and down her throat in a moment. When he remembered how quickly he came last night, he came again, a spurt of hot semen hitting his chin while the rest ran down his hand.
His head lolled back against the sofa as he tried to bring his breathing back into its usual rhythm. With a tired, yet efficient wave if his hand, he cast a charm to clean the come from his sticky hand and cock. He carefully tucked himself away and closed his trousers. A nap seemed in order now.
He shoved the essays to the floor and lay down, snatching one of the wretched brightly coloured cushions Hermione had decorated the sofa with to place under his head. Now that he had relieved himself, his thoughts returned to the one that had originally distracted him. What was Hermione lying about? What couldn't be wrong? What would she be thinking about alone at her vanity so early in the morning? Slowly, the answer came to him. It was the phrase, 'couldn't be wrong' that had done it. She had used it before when asking why he wouldn't show her any affection in public, and now that he thought more about it, she had babbled happily last night as they walked back to the castle about what had just happened in the meadow.
They had had this argument before, many times. He couldn't help himself. He was adamant that no displays of affection were offered in public, and it wasn't until they had had their first real row did he confess to her why.
When he was twelve, his mother and he had gone to Diagon Alley for school supplies. His mother was always overly excited when they took these trips; they were her only contact with the Wizarding world at large, and she looked forward to them. That particular trip was marred when Potter, Black, and Pettigrew showed up in Madam Malkins just as his mother was teasing her 'little boy' about his recent growth spurt. Because there were two adults present, the Marauders did nothing but gesture and make gagging faces. Severus, first making sure his mother was not looking, flipped them the finger.
The train ride to Hogwarts two weeks later was a nightmare when the Marauders burst into his cabin and proceeded to tease and eventually hex him. Things were made worse when at the Halloween Ball, he managed to get a girl to snog in an alcove and again, the Marauders found him. From that day forward, he touched no one and allowed no one to touch him and displayed no emotion whatsoever. It was the only way he knew to mitigate attacks.
Severus knew that Hermione was jealous of the fact that her friends often kissed their loved ones in public or held hands, and although she knew it was against the rules, he often saw a wistful look on her face when she separated snogging students when they had patrol together. He knew she would never embarrass him purposefully, but Severus was a man who had ensured that there was no possible way for anyone to disparage him in anyway either during his years at school or as an adult.
But, he thought, this was Hermione and she loved him and was his. Maybe he could allow a small gesture? Yes, perhaps as they walked in public, she could take his arm. Many wizards often offered an arm to their wife or lady friend or even business associate as they escorted them to functions. That would be perfectly acceptable, and there were no more Marauders around to bully him about it, not that he'd let them anyway. He was a strong wizard both physically and in power.
With that decision made, he allowed himself to take his much needed post self-indulgence nap.
Little did Severus know, that in just a weeks' time, Hermione would be taking more than just his arm while out in public.
The couple were busy in their bedroom, packing for their weekend away. Each had a small overnight bag filled with enough clothes for their mini holiday. Thanks to magic, even their formal wear for the opera was neatly packed with Never Wrinkle charms on them. Once all they needed was placed inside their bags, they shrunk them and then left the bedroom.
"Are we ready?" asked Hermione, eyes bright at the prospect of the weekend ahead.
"I am," said Severus. He looked at Hermione and said, "You are lovely; do I tell you that often enough?"
Hermione blushed. "You do." She stepped to him and placed her arms around him, looking up into his face. "Maybe not in words, but by your actions. The way you make love to me, the way you have sex with me. Leaving me my tea with the pain potion by the bed once a month; little things, little actions. They all tell me that you find me attractive."
"Do you wish I was more demonstrative? More verbal about our love?"
Hermione nodded against his chest. "I admit that I do. But I know you're not comfortable with it, so I don't press the issue."
Severus grunted in reply. They parted and left their quarters, snatching cloaks from the rack by the door as they left. Quickly making their way through the halls and eventually out of the castle, they arrived at the Apparition point. Severus hugged Hermione close and in a moment, they were only a block away from the hotel where they were booked.
"What time are the dinner reservations?" Hermione asked as she twitched the hem of her gown to lie across her shoes.
Severus was making the final adjustment to his bow tie and answered, "I thought we'd go to the hotel bar first for a drink before the opera. I've booked a table at the restaurant for nine-thirty; the performance should have ended by then."
"Should we order a few nibbles at the bar? I'd hate for the alcohol to go straight to my head."
"Doesn't your parents' box have waiter service? You could get something then."
"Oh, that sounds fun. I will." With a smile she picked up her clutch. "Shall we?"
The next moment was awkwardly silent for the couple as they stood in the hall. Hermione had expected that, as usual, they would simply head off to where they intended. Seeing Severus standing there, one arm crooked at an angle was confusing.
"Erm, Severus, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, confusion lacing her voice.
"Offering you my arm; is that not what gentleman do with their ladies while escorting them?"
"Yes, but you are not most gentleman. You do not like shows of public affection."
Severus moved closer and picked up her hand, rubbing the back with his thumb. "I am not most gentleman, and you know why I dislike public displays. However, you are my witch, and I am proud to be seen with you. Surely nothing can come of offering you my arm?"
Hermione smiled. "No, love, nothing can come of you offering my arm, except the chance to be close to you as I always want to be." She then wrapped her arm in his, and he pulled her close.
"Yes, this is quite nice," he chuckled.
Severus hated crowds and was not best pleased to be crushed by the throng of patrons entering the theatre. He was pretty sure the overly made up madam with the breasts that defied gravity—and the material on her dress in which they were apparently scantily encased—had groped him as she passed in front of him. If Hermione knew, she'd surely hex the woman. He smirked evilly and leant over to whisper in her ear.
"That woman in front of us, wearing the barely there gown just helped herself to a handful of my person as she so rudely stepped in front of us."
He watched Hermione's reaction. It was gorgeous. Her eyes went from curiosity to shock and then anger. Her normally full and pouty lips thinned. A spark in her eye delighted him as he knew her protective, nay jealous, streak had just kicked in.
"Did she now?" Hermione growled.
Severus felt the movement of her arm within his and heard a slight whisper. An arm across his mid section stopped him just in time as the apparent groper went falling forward.
Sarcastically Hermione said, sotto voce, "How awful. Look, Papa; her shoes have broken."
And indeed, the woman sprawled inelegantly before them was minus the heels on her stilettos. As she stood, the rest of Hermione's hex became apparent; the ties holding her halter topped dress had broken as well and all her glory had tumbled out for everyone to see. Nearby, flashes of light were seen as bystanders took quick photos.
"Oh, my," Hermione continued. "She'll have to dash home to change pretty sharpish if she wants to be back before the second act. I heard that's the best part. Come along, love. Our seats await."
Severus chuckled as he pulled Hermione closer and rubbed her hand. "You've no reason to be jealous, you know," he murmured. "You are the only woman for me."
"No one touches what is mine." Hermione declared. "No one."
"Possessive Gryffindor." He smiled.
"Damn right, Severus Snape."
Laughing, the couple entered the theatre and crept toward the stairs leading to their box. When they were finally settled, Hermione pressed a button which would alert a server that they were needed. It took a moment or two for a cute bloke—probably a Uni student, hoping to make a few extra quid—arrived and took their drinks and appetizers order. Once the order had arrived, Severus and Hermione settled down to watch the crowd fill the seats and listen to the orchestra warming up.
The couple talked quietly as they sipped their drinks and ate. After twenty minutes, the Maestro walked onto the stage and the audience clapped. He bowed and then took his place in the orchestra pit. With a wave of his baton, the opera began.
Severus finished his drink and leant back in his chair to enjoy the show. He had read the libretto one summer while in his fourth year. He had been pining for Lily—away on a holiday to the continent—and his hormones had kicked in. He spent the summer finding anything at the library to assuage his melancholy and stumbled across the battered book, rummaging through the fifty pence box at the library.
With his treasure tucked into his oversized jeans pocket, he hurried home to read it. He replaced the main characters with his and Lily's images and re-read it the lyrics many times that summer. Remembering his foolishness, he smiled and turned to the true love of his life, his heart beating just a bit faster as he watched her.
Hermione was leaning forward in her chair, her eyes riveted to the stage, her foot and hand keeping time with the music. Severus doubted she even realised she was doing so. Her face was radiant with delight and he couldn't help but reach out and take her hand in his, drawing it in close to his leg so no one looking up would notice. He rationalised that this was not a public display, per se. No one could see over the top of the box enclosure anyway.
Hermione turned when he squeezed her hand and looked down. With a smile, she returned the squeeze and turned her head back to the stage.
Somewhere toward the end of Act I and the middle of Act II, Severus noticed that Hermione's hand, still under his, had made its way up his leg to the crease of his thigh. Her fingers had slid to nestle just under the bulge of his manhood as it lay dormant against his right thigh.
"Hermione," he hissed. "Hermione!" What are you doing?"
Hermione turned to him with a sly smile. "Nothing, love. Now be quiet; I'm watching the opera."
Severus flipped his hand and pinched her fingers. "You are moving into dangerous territory, minx. I suggest you stop. You know how I feel about such things."
At this, Hermione became slightly annoyed. "Severus," she whispered and then cast a Muffliato, "the box is high enough no one will see. I'm doing nothing more than slightly caressing anyway."
"I don't like public displays such as this, you know that," he said with a growl.
With a huff, she pulled her hand away. "Fine," she spat.
Severus knew he had angered her and rather than spoil a lovely evening, he relented. "Hermione," he reached and took her hand again, placing it back on his thigh. "Please don’t be angry. It did feel nice and you're right; no one can see, but you know my…history with public displays." Giving her hand a squeeze, he moved it back to the crease of his thigh.
Hermione smiled softly at his concession, squeezed his hand slightly before going back to watching the scene on stage and gently rubbing him.
As Act II continued, so did Hermione's ministrations. She had moved up to directly over the placket of his trousers and was really exploring his now hardened cock. With deftness of movement that comes from much practice, she slipped the button from its hole and pulled down his zipper.
"HERMIONE!" Severus squeaked as quietly as possible.
"Relax, love. You said yourself, no one will see. And you admitted you enjoyed it. It's just like that night in the meadow, and you seemed to enjoy that well enough."
"I know, but I knew that area very well and knew it was secure."
"Well, this is too," she said. "Just relax. Look, Act III is starting; this is the best part. Now watch the show."
Hermione turned toward the stage, her hand never leaving Severus' cock. She slowly stroked her fingers along it, knowing he preferred a light touch to start. She felt the satiny, warm skin from base to head where she circled a finger around several times. Her thumb brushed the slit, smearing a bit of pre cum over the head.
She removed her hands and reached for her wand. She moved to her knees in front of her husband and then whispered a quick spell.
"What are you doing?!" he whispered, incredulity spread across his face.
Hermione took his cock in her hand. "Anyone looking up here will think I've gone to the loo or something. If you're quiet and keep still, no one will know what's happening. Now relax and enjoy this."
Before he could protest, Hermione had the head of his prick in her mouth, moaning as she licked the slit. With a muffled laugh of delight, she took more of his shaft into her mouth, her tongue running along the ridges of skin and blood vessels that pulsed with excitement. She pulled her mouth back up, lips pressing firmly, sucking hard, the way he liked best.
"It always fascinates me," she said, "how amazingly hard you are beneath the soft silkiness of your skin. I could do this for days." She reapplied herself to the task with abandon.
Severus, although still uncomfortable, could not help but give himself over to the sensation of Hermione's mouth. It was hot, wet just like her cunt. For a moment or two, he simply let his witch pleasure him. He knew she enjoyed it when he held her head and directed her pace. He also knew that she enjoyed when he simply fucked her mouth. He knew Hermione enjoyed taking control like this and when they found a Relaxing charm to control her gag reflex in an old book on sex magic, she was able to take him deep into her throat and allow him to thrust gently before pulling out so she could breath. They were well-practised at it and it was a sexual game they both revelled in. Sometimes, Hermione would lie on their bed supine with her head dangling off the edge. Severus would carefully press himself into her and fuck her mouth.
With thoughts of that image in his head, he placed his hands on her hair and began to direct her pace and depth. "Oh, gods, Hermione, this is… I don't think I'll last long. You're amazing. Oh, do that again…yesssss," he hissed in pleasure.
As much as he enjoyed when Hermione orally satisfied him, it was her cunt he wanted to finish in. He pulled her off of his mouth and said quickly, "Turn around and face the stage."
Hermione did as she was told, giddy that her husband was no longer fighting his apparent demons. As soon as she was in position, Severus pulled her dress up around her waist. "Sit down on me," he ordered. Hermione lowered herself while Severus guided his cock into her. 'Oh, yes, that it", he moaned. Once he was fully impaled within her, he said, "now lean back against me; put your feet on either side of my legs. That's it."
Severus reached around and began to rub her clit as he thrust into her. Hermione moaned and began to match his rhythm. "Oh Severus, yes, oh right there. Rub harder. Yes."
As Act III was reaching its pivotal moment, Hermione's cunt clenched down upon Severus' cock. She stiffened as her orgasm washed over her. Severus held himself steady and his fingers continued to rub her clit. Just when he thought she was done, his ministrations brought her to a second, less explosive orgasm. When she recovered, she sat up and with her feet to help her, began to fuck her husband, gyrating her hips as she knew he liked when she rode him. It only took a few moments of thrusting before he held her forcefully down so that his cock was buried deeply within her. He hissed through his teeth as his come exploded from his prick.
Hermione collapsed back against him, turning her head to kiss his neck.
Severus panted and squeezed Hermione. "That was…amazing." After a moment though he said, "Budge up, my leg's gone numb."
Hermione giggled as she stood and grabbed her wand.
Severus stopped her, grinning devilishly. "No, love; I want to smell myself on you later."
She smiled and righted her clothes before sitting back down.
Severus managed to straighten himself out and puff a breath of exhaustion and pleasure. "That was exquisite. I don't know if I'd want to do that again, but it was…"
"I am grateful you allowed it, Papa. It was wonderful."
Severus leant toward her chair as the opera continued. "However, because you were naughty, going against my wishes about public displays, you must be punished."
Hermione shivered. "I am sorry, Papa. How will I be punished?" she asked demurely.
"When we arrive at the hotel, you will assume your submissive position. I will see to it that you will learn your lesson then."
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Date: 2016-08-24 03:35 pm (UTC)I think your characterization of Severus as someone who DOES NOT touch in public is right on! But I'm glad Hermione was able to convince him otherwise, at least once. Great fic!
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Date: 2016-08-24 08:56 pm (UTC)Well done, MA!
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Date: 2016-08-25 03:06 am (UTC)I particularly loved that he was willing to compromise; that he saw that this had the potential to become a sticking point in their relationship.
The Grangers' owl! Dr Who! What a great name - I laughed out loud, for real, and I may or may not have pictured a little owly version of Peter Capaldi...could someone draw that please?
And oh, the smut! Mmmmmmmm! I wish I'd been a fly on the wall while he was having a wank. The opera box sex was exactly what I was hoping for, too! Thank you so much, MA! I can't wait for the reveals now!
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Date: 2016-09-27 04:14 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it..I had a blast writing it.
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Date: 2016-09-10 01:10 am (UTC)I also loved Dr. Who the owl, and Severus' entreaty to "Budge up, my leg's gone numb."
Wonderful!
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Date: 2016-09-27 04:16 pm (UTC)WANK REC!!
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Date: 2016-09-27 09:17 pm (UTC)And this passage: He told her every time when they made love. Sometimes gently, sometimes with a passion so overwhelming she could do nothing but gasp as he emphasised the words he demanded from her with every shove of his cock in her cunt: 'Say. You. Are. Mine.' He often marked her body with his lips and teeth, leaving love bites that lasted for days, so that he could later trace them with a finger and whisper, 'mine, mine, mine' over and over again.
I don't know why, but I find it very exciting. I'm so glad