PROLOGUE
"Do you usually fall into bed with former students whenever you run into them in Muggle restaurants?" she teased breathlessly into the ear of the man she was making love with. She was delighted when he rose on his elbows to gaze intensely down at her. He stopped moving within her and opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it --and she was given only a severe arched eyebrow in response. She smiled and gasped slightly as he then groaned, captured her lips roughly for a deep and passionate kiss and increased his former pace. Apparently, the taboo student-teacher-sex thing was turning him on, as well.
'Gods, this is one hell of a one-night stand,' she thought. 'If I don't die of pleasure, I'll definitely remember this for the rest of my life.'
He remained silent beyond the soft moans she elicited from him as she teased his nipples and ran her manicured nails across his back. Those raised eyebrows are framing one pair of mischievous and sexy black eyes, she thought, twisting her head to nip at a tasty looking earlobe. He wasn't all smoldering eyes, though, as he wasn't exactly lacking in other respects, her body murmured to her. Nice body for a man in his mid-forties, not exactly a 'hunk' but definitely not beginning to go to seed. The legs were especially shapely. Incredibly gentle and talented hands. Amazingly soft, long silky hair with just a hint of silver at the temples now - and longer than she remembered. Lips that had always looked so stern - but were as talented as his hands and she thought she might just have the marks to prove it by morning. And then there was the part of him that her body and most of her substantial intellect were intensely focused on at the moment.
'Nope,' she mused, mentally comparing him to her ex-fiancé and other lovers. 'Nothing to complain about there. Not to mention the erotic mileage we're both getting out of this - Gods, I'm shagging a former teacher. And I like it.'
A gasp later and he had yet again increased the pace, shifting her slightly underneath him. The glint in his eye became a sparkle as she moaned and felt the stirrings of yet another climax within her. As she clutched his shoulders and swiftly switched from rocking to bucking beneath him, he grinned evilly and buried himself more deeply inside her. She cried out his formal title and name as she came, while digging into the flesh of his shoulders.
As he reached his own completion, minutes later, she beamed her own evil grin at him and hissed in his ear:
"Professor Snape?"
He shuddered and growled back: "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Fifty points to Slytherin, Professor."
The reminder of the taboo they were breaking, despite their current ages, sent him over the edge quickly. Breathing heavily, he tossed his head to get his long hair out of his eyes and collapsed upon her.
"Fifty points to Gryffindor, Miss Granger," he said, grinning madly into her hair. Minutes later he rose and made his way to her kitchen, coming back to the bedroom with two glasses of ice water. She took hers gratefully and drained it before snuggling down into the covers with him. He pulled her close to tangle their legs together and give him better access to her breasts.
They lay entwined for quite some time, he still touching and stroking her body. She was tired and settled for laying her head upon his chest and toying with his sparse chest hair. Soon, she felt the resurgence of his interest hot against her thigh. She looked up at him in amazement and he just grinned ruefully. He easily rolled them over and positioned himself above her, teasing her and rubbing gently against her - asking for entrance. Bending his head to her, he made her head spin with a delicious kiss as he slid inside once again. She whimpered and her hips rose to meet him - only to find that he had stopped and was looking at her with a playful expression.
"You don't happen to have any of your old school robes around, do you, Miss Granger?"
She just smiled and pulled his head down to imprison his lips in a scorching kiss.
"They are in my trunk," she replied, once she had rendered him breathless.
The arched eyebrow returned - this time it was a question.
"Yes, yes, I'll wear them - tomorrow. Deal?" she said, biting her lip in concern over what she had said. Tomorrow implied that this would be a bit more than a one-night stand. Maybe a weekend-stand, if there was such a thing, her quick mind thought. Her lover only sighed and flipped them over so she was astride him and he could guide her hips with his hands. He watched her intensely as she ground upon him - eyes locked and questions blazing in both of them. After a moment or two, he appeared to have made up his mind. He took a deep breath and replied:
"You have a deal, Miss Granger. However, I think we need to finish this particular assignment first, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
tbc
"Do you usually fall into bed with former students whenever you run into them in Muggle restaurants?" she teased breathlessly into the ear of the man she was making love with. She was delighted when he rose on his elbows to gaze intensely down at her. He stopped moving within her and opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it --and she was given only a severe arched eyebrow in response. She smiled and gasped slightly as he then groaned, captured her lips roughly for a deep and passionate kiss and increased his former pace. Apparently, the taboo student-teacher-sex thing was turning him on, as well.
'Gods, this is one hell of a one-night stand,' she thought. 'If I don't die of pleasure, I'll definitely remember this for the rest of my life.'
He remained silent beyond the soft moans she elicited from him as she teased his nipples and ran her manicured nails across his back. Those raised eyebrows are framing one pair of mischievous and sexy black eyes, she thought, twisting her head to nip at a tasty looking earlobe. He wasn't all smoldering eyes, though, as he wasn't exactly lacking in other respects, her body murmured to her. Nice body for a man in his mid-forties, not exactly a 'hunk' but definitely not beginning to go to seed. The legs were especially shapely. Incredibly gentle and talented hands. Amazingly soft, long silky hair with just a hint of silver at the temples now - and longer than she remembered. Lips that had always looked so stern - but were as talented as his hands and she thought she might just have the marks to prove it by morning. And then there was the part of him that her body and most of her substantial intellect were intensely focused on at the moment.
'Nope,' she mused, mentally comparing him to her ex-fiancé and other lovers. 'Nothing to complain about there. Not to mention the erotic mileage we're both getting out of this - Gods, I'm shagging a former teacher. And I like it.'
A gasp later and he had yet again increased the pace, shifting her slightly underneath him. The glint in his eye became a sparkle as she moaned and felt the stirrings of yet another climax within her. As she clutched his shoulders and swiftly switched from rocking to bucking beneath him, he grinned evilly and buried himself more deeply inside her. She cried out his formal title and name as she came, while digging into the flesh of his shoulders.
As he reached his own completion, minutes later, she beamed her own evil grin at him and hissed in his ear:
"Professor Snape?"
He shuddered and growled back: "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Fifty points to Slytherin, Professor."
The reminder of the taboo they were breaking, despite their current ages, sent him over the edge quickly. Breathing heavily, he tossed his head to get his long hair out of his eyes and collapsed upon her.
"Fifty points to Gryffindor, Miss Granger," he said, grinning madly into her hair. Minutes later he rose and made his way to her kitchen, coming back to the bedroom with two glasses of ice water. She took hers gratefully and drained it before snuggling down into the covers with him. He pulled her close to tangle their legs together and give him better access to her breasts.
They lay entwined for quite some time, he still touching and stroking her body. She was tired and settled for laying her head upon his chest and toying with his sparse chest hair. Soon, she felt the resurgence of his interest hot against her thigh. She looked up at him in amazement and he just grinned ruefully. He easily rolled them over and positioned himself above her, teasing her and rubbing gently against her - asking for entrance. Bending his head to her, he made her head spin with a delicious kiss as he slid inside once again. She whimpered and her hips rose to meet him - only to find that he had stopped and was looking at her with a playful expression.
"You don't happen to have any of your old school robes around, do you, Miss Granger?"
She just smiled and pulled his head down to imprison his lips in a scorching kiss.
"They are in my trunk," she replied, once she had rendered him breathless.
The arched eyebrow returned - this time it was a question.
"Yes, yes, I'll wear them - tomorrow. Deal?" she said, biting her lip in concern over what she had said. Tomorrow implied that this would be a bit more than a one-night stand. Maybe a weekend-stand, if there was such a thing, her quick mind thought. Her lover only sighed and flipped them over so she was astride him and he could guide her hips with his hands. He watched her intensely as she ground upon him - eyes locked and questions blazing in both of them. After a moment or two, he appeared to have made up his mind. He took a deep breath and replied:
"You have a deal, Miss Granger. However, I think we need to finish this particular assignment first, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
tbc