A Suite In Brighton
Title: A Suite In Brighton
Team: Death Eaters
Rating: R
Challenge: Anonymous Valentine
Characters: Snape and Hermione
Word Count: 2*100
AN: Thanks to
dacian_goddessfor her quick betaing. I even manage to post it on St Valentin's day.
**
Severus eyed the verso of the anonymous Valentine postcard suspiciously.
Dear Severus,
Please meet me at the entrance of Brighton’s casino, February 14th at eight. I promise you won’t regret it. However, if you should fail to show, know that this postcard carries a jinx that will transform your family jewels into cheap pieces of jewellery.
Until then.
The picture on the recto was very explicit: a naked man was pounding into a bended, naked woman from behind. Their heads weren’t visible; the postcard was too small to show them, but what was exposed made Severus’ cock swell in anticipation.
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He adjusted himself manually-after all, he was alone in his quarters, and pondered how he would answer.
“I don’t like being coerced, and if this isn’t coercion, then my name is Albus Dumbledore.”
During his monologue, his eyes had remained fixed on the moving picture, and of course, his subconscious had taken over without him noticing. He had to adjust himself again.
“Well, if this is a promise, it might not be so bad. And I don’t want to lose the ability of being uncomfortable in my trousers.”
Far from Hogwarts, Hermione had just booked a suite in Brighton.
Team: Death Eaters
Rating: R
Challenge: Anonymous Valentine
Characters: Snape and Hermione
Word Count: 2*100
AN: Thanks to
dacian_goddessfor her quick betaing. I even manage to post it on St Valentin's day.
**
Severus eyed the verso of the anonymous Valentine postcard suspiciously.
Dear Severus,
Please meet me at the entrance of Brighton’s casino, February 14th at eight. I promise you won’t regret it. However, if you should fail to show, know that this postcard carries a jinx that will transform your family jewels into cheap pieces of jewellery.
Until then.
The picture on the recto was very explicit: a naked man was pounding into a bended, naked woman from behind. Their heads weren’t visible; the postcard was too small to show them, but what was exposed made Severus’ cock swell in anticipation.
-----
He adjusted himself manually-after all, he was alone in his quarters, and pondered how he would answer.
“I don’t like being coerced, and if this isn’t coercion, then my name is Albus Dumbledore.”
During his monologue, his eyes had remained fixed on the moving picture, and of course, his subconscious had taken over without him noticing. He had to adjust himself again.
“Well, if this is a promise, it might not be so bad. And I don’t want to lose the ability of being uncomfortable in my trousers.”
Far from Hogwarts, Hermione had just booked a suite in Brighton.