What Snape is Not
Title: What Snape is Not
Team Name: The Order
Word Count: (200) 100 x 2
Rating: Um, non-explicit smut, I think. (I need to make a rule for myself that if I can't rate it, I shouldn't be posting it.)
Challenge: Bookmark
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: Inspired by recent conversations. I can't believe I wrote this. *blushes*
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Whimpers punctuate her breaths. She sees nothing, only feels. Her long moan rises in pitch.
Almost there.
“Se- Selenium!”
His long fingers retreat. “What?”
She pants as her eyes blink open. “What happened?”
“Doing mental calculations? Am I not holding your attention?”
“No, I didn’t even realize--it’s the missing ingredient. Do you mind?”
Sitting up, she summons the notebook and quill from the chair by the fireplace. She strokes the book. He shivers.
She opens it at the bookmark, laying it across her bare legs. He leans back to watch. Her hair falls across her face and skims the pages.
***
Book and quill relegated to the nightstand, she leans over him, her hair now tickling his chest.
“Now, where were we?”
“In the laboratory, obviously.”
“No, Severus, I promise it wasn’t on purpose. It was just my sub-conscious.” Her fingers stroke in small circles. “Have you never imagined you’d make me shout potions ingredients in ecstasy?”
“That is an altogether different thing.” When he doesn’t budge, she replaces her fingers with her lips. “I’m not your laboratory notebook that you can bookmark and return to at your leisure.”
Her reply warms him despite his disgruntlement. “That warrants some thorough investigation.”
Team Name: The Order
Word Count: (200) 100 x 2
Rating: Um, non-explicit smut, I think. (I need to make a rule for myself that if I can't rate it, I shouldn't be posting it.)
Challenge: Bookmark
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: Inspired by recent conversations. I can't believe I wrote this. *blushes*
***
Whimpers punctuate her breaths. She sees nothing, only feels. Her long moan rises in pitch.
Almost there.
“Se- Selenium!”
His long fingers retreat. “What?”
She pants as her eyes blink open. “What happened?”
“Doing mental calculations? Am I not holding your attention?”
“No, I didn’t even realize--it’s the missing ingredient. Do you mind?”
Sitting up, she summons the notebook and quill from the chair by the fireplace. She strokes the book. He shivers.
She opens it at the bookmark, laying it across her bare legs. He leans back to watch. Her hair falls across her face and skims the pages.
***
Book and quill relegated to the nightstand, she leans over him, her hair now tickling his chest.
“Now, where were we?”
“In the laboratory, obviously.”
“No, Severus, I promise it wasn’t on purpose. It was just my sub-conscious.” Her fingers stroke in small circles. “Have you never imagined you’d make me shout potions ingredients in ecstasy?”
“That is an altogether different thing.” When he doesn’t budge, she replaces her fingers with her lips. “I’m not your laboratory notebook that you can bookmark and return to at your leisure.”
Her reply warms him despite his disgruntlement. “That warrants some thorough investigation.”