Carvings
Title: Carvings
Challenge: Pumpkin
Rating: R
Team: Spy for the Order of the Phoenix
Word Count: 100 X 3
SW’s Notes: I’d like to thank my dear friend, Wartcap, for looking over this for me and choosing the ending. It’s my first post here, and I hope I’ve done everything right.
~0~
“Jus’ need a black wig, and you’d have…” Ginny doubled over in laughter, unable to finish.
“Have what?” Hermione asked, glancing down at the pumpkin she’d carved and decorated.
“A miniature Snape.”
Had she subconsciously been thinking of Snape when she’d marked out the jack-o-lantern’s expression and features? She glanced down, and it seemed to be scowling up at her, crooked teeth poised to bite.
Chills passed over her flesh, causing her stomach to tingle, as she remembered Severus’ teeth nipping at her body that morning.
“I want to devour you,” he’d said before his mouth again found her throat.
~0~
The room was as dark as it had been when she’d left him, but she moved through the doorway to the corner that held his bed, stiffening as a hand slid around her body and pulled her back against a firm chest: his.
“How was your little gathering?” His silky voice, its rich timbre, made her shiver as he spoke into her ear quietly.
“My pumpkin…” Her words were lost in a moan as she tossed her head back to grant him access to more of her neck. Eager for his touch, she ground her backside against his bare groin.
~0~
Long fingers moved beneath her skirt to pull down her knickers, bodies were maneuvered to lean over the table, and a single, hard thrust had him right where she needed him.
Later, he noticed the pumpkin that she’d placed on floor after entering. “Why did you bring that pumpkin back? I thought you were carving it for the young Weasley brats.”
Hermione grinned wickedly as she gazed between it and her lover. How could she have ever thought it to even remotely resemble Severus-even if the teeth were carved in the same crooked pattern?
“Just couldn’t part with it.”
Challenge: Pumpkin
Rating: R
Team: Spy for the Order of the Phoenix
Word Count: 100 X 3
SW’s Notes: I’d like to thank my dear friend, Wartcap, for looking over this for me and choosing the ending. It’s my first post here, and I hope I’ve done everything right.
~0~
“Jus’ need a black wig, and you’d have…” Ginny doubled over in laughter, unable to finish.
“Have what?” Hermione asked, glancing down at the pumpkin she’d carved and decorated.
“A miniature Snape.”
Had she subconsciously been thinking of Snape when she’d marked out the jack-o-lantern’s expression and features? She glanced down, and it seemed to be scowling up at her, crooked teeth poised to bite.
Chills passed over her flesh, causing her stomach to tingle, as she remembered Severus’ teeth nipping at her body that morning.
“I want to devour you,” he’d said before his mouth again found her throat.
~0~
The room was as dark as it had been when she’d left him, but she moved through the doorway to the corner that held his bed, stiffening as a hand slid around her body and pulled her back against a firm chest: his.
“How was your little gathering?” His silky voice, its rich timbre, made her shiver as he spoke into her ear quietly.
“My pumpkin…” Her words were lost in a moan as she tossed her head back to grant him access to more of her neck. Eager for his touch, she ground her backside against his bare groin.
~0~
Long fingers moved beneath her skirt to pull down her knickers, bodies were maneuvered to lean over the table, and a single, hard thrust had him right where she needed him.
Later, he noticed the pumpkin that she’d placed on floor after entering. “Why did you bring that pumpkin back? I thought you were carving it for the young Weasley brats.”
Hermione grinned wickedly as she gazed between it and her lover. How could she have ever thought it to even remotely resemble Severus-even if the teeth were carved in the same crooked pattern?
“Just couldn’t part with it.”