Five Doxy Wings: The Fourth and Final Part
Title: Five Doxy Wings
Team: Order of the Phoenix
Word count: 6 x 100
Rating: NC-17, Oh yes!
Challenge: 12 Days of Christmas
Summary: My God! The flist has gone drabble-crazy! However, I did promise smut, and I deliver it here, wrapped in an lj-cut. Seasonal AU silliness, British (and one bit of phonetic) spelling, un-beta'ed.
Part 1 here: http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/879429.html#cutid1
Part 2 here: http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/880026.html#cutid1
Part 3 here: http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/880854.html#cutid1
Their audience flatly ignored the food that appeared, as Hermione’s livid expression was replaced by the most charming of her Charms Mistress smiles.
“Oh, Severus. That can easily be arranged.”
She added something from every steaming dish within reach of her plate, and then flicked her wand.
“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. I seem to be needed elsewhere!”
As Hermione sailed out of the Great Hall, the Headmaster cleared his throat.
“I’m afraid I also have some important business to attend to.”
Fixing his students with a fathomless stare, Severus swept after Professor Granger.
“Not a word!” hissed Professor Hooch.
“Are you hungry?” chirped Hermione, devouring a roast potato.
“Famished,” growled Severus, popping open crimson buttons for all he was worth.
“Must be the hangover,” she commented wryly, licking the gravy off a chipolata sausage.
“More likely the abstinence. Put that plate down.”
Her bra landed in the fire. Her knickers joined the gloves in his pocket.
“Severus, you dirty old man!”
“What’s sauce for the goose, Granger.”
The lightest of pushes and she was sprawled across her bed. With a wolfish grin, he followed her down.
“Eight absolutely cracking kisses,” Severus murmured.
She whimpered in agreement, pulling him closer.
He’d never considered that being naked from the waist down while still clad in a gaping robe and shirt could be slightly kinky. As he heard Granger’s nipples rasp against wool, at the same time as he felt Granger’s pubes rasp against his cock, his opinion changed abruptly. Gods! He was on fire.
“Nine impatient inches?” Hermione panted speculatively, reaching down.
“Don’t ex-ahhhhh-ggerate.”
They rolled over and Hermione knelt up. She reached for her plate and then turned enough to carefully feed Severus another piece of stuffing.
“Artistic licence. Oh, you look utterly depraved! I wish I had a camera.”
She was absolutely delighted when he knelt up too and hastily shrugged off the rest of his clothes.
“Ten dexterous digits,” he whispered against the back of her neck, as two hands disappeared between her thighs.
“Apparently so,” she gasped a moment later, her head lolling hopelessly back against his shoulder, as her hips pushed hopefully towards thumbs and fingers.
Her eyes rolled up, lashes fluttering to a close.
Severus craned his neck and peered down. The view was spectacular, especially when he...
“Oh, Severus!”
“For once I’m inclined to agree with you. I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing that again.”
He was absolutely delighted when all she could do was fall forwards, forehead buried against her eiderdown as she caught her breath, arse hanging irresistibly in the air in front of him. It seemed polite to ask, though.
“Do you mind?”
She lifted her head a fraction as five dexterous digits slid one warm, eager erection against an equally eager, utterly sodden part of her anatomy.
“Only if you keep teasing me like that. Oh, fuck! That’s better.”
The Headmaster counted off eleven thorough thrusts into paradise and showed no inclination to stop. His Charms Mistress didn’t mind a bit.
“Oh, Hermione!”
They collapsed in a heap, huffing with breathless, delirious laughter.
“Oh, my! Severus, look at the clock! It’s never done that before.”
He turned his head, wiping the sweat on his nose against the eiderdown. Hermione’s clock read: “Twelve minutes! Happy Christmas!”
“I knew having a wank in the shower would be a good idea,” he confessed languidly.
Hermione eyed her superior with renewed respect. His smile had reverted back to its laziest form.
“Is there any turkey left?” asked Severus, once they’d tucked themselves back into bed.
Hermione Summoned the plate.
“Do you mind using your fingers?”
~The End~
Team: Order of the Phoenix
Word count: 6 x 100
Rating: NC-17, Oh yes!
Challenge: 12 Days of Christmas
Summary: My God! The flist has gone drabble-crazy! However, I did promise smut, and I deliver it here, wrapped in an lj-cut. Seasonal AU silliness, British (and one bit of phonetic) spelling, un-beta'ed.
Part 1 here: http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/879429.html#cutid1
Part 2 here: http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/880026.html#cutid1
Part 3 here: http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/880854.html#cutid1
Their audience flatly ignored the food that appeared, as Hermione’s livid expression was replaced by the most charming of her Charms Mistress smiles.
“Oh, Severus. That can easily be arranged.”
She added something from every steaming dish within reach of her plate, and then flicked her wand.
“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. I seem to be needed elsewhere!”
As Hermione sailed out of the Great Hall, the Headmaster cleared his throat.
“I’m afraid I also have some important business to attend to.”
Fixing his students with a fathomless stare, Severus swept after Professor Granger.
“Not a word!” hissed Professor Hooch.
“Are you hungry?” chirped Hermione, devouring a roast potato.
“Famished,” growled Severus, popping open crimson buttons for all he was worth.
“Must be the hangover,” she commented wryly, licking the gravy off a chipolata sausage.
“More likely the abstinence. Put that plate down.”
Her bra landed in the fire. Her knickers joined the gloves in his pocket.
“Severus, you dirty old man!”
“What’s sauce for the goose, Granger.”
The lightest of pushes and she was sprawled across her bed. With a wolfish grin, he followed her down.
“Eight absolutely cracking kisses,” Severus murmured.
She whimpered in agreement, pulling him closer.
He’d never considered that being naked from the waist down while still clad in a gaping robe and shirt could be slightly kinky. As he heard Granger’s nipples rasp against wool, at the same time as he felt Granger’s pubes rasp against his cock, his opinion changed abruptly. Gods! He was on fire.
“Nine impatient inches?” Hermione panted speculatively, reaching down.
“Don’t ex-ahhhhh-ggerate.”
They rolled over and Hermione knelt up. She reached for her plate and then turned enough to carefully feed Severus another piece of stuffing.
“Artistic licence. Oh, you look utterly depraved! I wish I had a camera.”
She was absolutely delighted when he knelt up too and hastily shrugged off the rest of his clothes.
“Ten dexterous digits,” he whispered against the back of her neck, as two hands disappeared between her thighs.
“Apparently so,” she gasped a moment later, her head lolling hopelessly back against his shoulder, as her hips pushed hopefully towards thumbs and fingers.
Her eyes rolled up, lashes fluttering to a close.
Severus craned his neck and peered down. The view was spectacular, especially when he...
“Oh, Severus!”
“For once I’m inclined to agree with you. I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing that again.”
He was absolutely delighted when all she could do was fall forwards, forehead buried against her eiderdown as she caught her breath, arse hanging irresistibly in the air in front of him. It seemed polite to ask, though.
“Do you mind?”
She lifted her head a fraction as five dexterous digits slid one warm, eager erection against an equally eager, utterly sodden part of her anatomy.
“Only if you keep teasing me like that. Oh, fuck! That’s better.”
The Headmaster counted off eleven thorough thrusts into paradise and showed no inclination to stop. His Charms Mistress didn’t mind a bit.
“Oh, Hermione!”
They collapsed in a heap, huffing with breathless, delirious laughter.
“Oh, my! Severus, look at the clock! It’s never done that before.”
He turned his head, wiping the sweat on his nose against the eiderdown. Hermione’s clock read: “Twelve minutes! Happy Christmas!”
“I knew having a wank in the shower would be a good idea,” he confessed languidly.
Hermione eyed her superior with renewed respect. His smile had reverted back to its laziest form.
“Is there any turkey left?” asked Severus, once they’d tucked themselves back into bed.
Hermione Summoned the plate.
“Do you mind using your fingers?”
~The End~