Wicked

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This is all gratuitous sexy time

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This is all gratuitous sexy time...You have been warned.

JUST ONE MORE WARNING<<< THIS IS SMUT<<<< DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH OR VERY GOOD AT PRETENDING TO BE!

Remember, Thor is watching you and he knows.

He knows.

"Oh please, please Severus!" She screamed, a moan bubbled up from her throat as brown eyes rolled back in her head.

"Please what, Hermione?" His voice was dark, his hand splayed across her stomach, long fingers inching further and further down.

She bit her lip nervously.

"Please," she didn't want to say it, the wicked look in his eyes told her he wasn't going to give her much choice, he smirked.

"Please what?" His mouth was right beside her ear, hot breath cascaded across the delicate flesh.
"Please kiss you? Or perhaps you would rather I touch you?" His teeth grazed her earlobe and she shuddered visibly.

"Oh, please, yes, that." Her cheeks were red, her skin hot. She wasn't sure where her clothing had gone and knew only him. He was all that mattered at the moment, and he'd reduced her to a babbling mess with his dark eyes and seductive voice.

"Do you want me to touch you here, love?" His fingers skimmed across her lower stomach, just above the line of lacy knickers. She bit her lip and shook her head, his wicked smirk was reignited.

"Here then?" His other hand came up to massage her breast, fingers taking a pert nipple and tweaking it, she hissed a breath at the pleasurable pain.
"Or is it here my little witch prefers?" His fingers finally delved below the lace border and she could have screamed in ecstasy had his mouth not come down over hers. It claimed her moan in an intense kiss, the war of tongues, the heat of breaths as his fingers stroked their way toward the wet crevice below.

He smiled into the kiss at her next moan, he'd found the little bundle of nerves all witches seemed to like so much. She writhed under him, sweating, begging, hot, and beautiful.

Gods he wanted nothing more than to lick the entire expanse of her skin.

"Tell me you want me, Hermione." He ordered, she whimpered.

Had she realized he'd force her to do so much talking she may not have chosen this particular path for the end of their night.

She was kidding herself of course, she wanted this, wanted it so bad she could taste it in his dark gaze across the ballroom. Wanted him so much she'd all but turned to mush their first dance, and the second, and the third. Finally, in a swirl of champagne and dancing she'd ended up in his room. Nearly naked, his fingers caressing her so perfectly where no man bothered to pay more attention than to fuck.

Severus Snape however was a different beast entirely, this wizard had pleasured her more in their short time in his chambers than she'd been pleasured her entire life.

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