Just Desserts

AN: Hi, everyone! Thanks for your patience with my slow updating. Here's the last chapter of RDU for you all--with extra lemons! Thanks to my beta, moonrevel, for her hard work and support.

Chapter 12: Just Desserts

"Do you really think he'll comply?" Severus asked, glancing down at Hermione as they watched Flourish skulking back to his bookstore. The slump of the man's back was nearly adolescent in its implied sullen rebellion, and Severus was not inclined to trust him. He had not survived as long as he had by trusting people, especially people whose pride had just been for a spin in the Granger Blender, set on Decimate.

Speaking of going for a spin with Granger... He edged a little closer to her as she stared down the street, pondering her answer.

She shrugged and flicked a wayward curl out of her eyes. "I think so; he knows I have enough information on him to reserve him a cell in Azkaban for a few years. What I'm making him do will humiliate the hell out of him and make his life quite difficult, but he's smart enough not to try to retaliate."

"A bit of a shame, that." Severus, of course, had a few quiet plans that would cause Flourish considerable damage, but he knew better than to tell Hermione about them. It would only make her angry with him, and, as he knew quite well, a witch who was angry did not react well when he stepped close behind her, wrapped his arms around her curvy waist and nibbled on her neck like this...

"Mmm." That, however, was the reaction of a happy witch, so he continued to lightly nip at the side of her neck, soothing the red teeth marks with his tongue. A few curly hairs found their way into his mouth; he paused in his work in order to spit them out. The repeated thph noises aroused Hermione from her sensuous stupor, for she quickly swept the rest of her hair to the other side of her neck, tilting her head as she did so to grant him easier access. Gently, he nibbled his way up an expanse of creamy skin until he hit earlobe, at which point gentle tugging with his teeth and lapping with his tongue elicited a sigh.

"Much as I am enjoying this, Hermione," he murmured, "I am no exhibitionist." At least, not at this stage in a relationship he wasn't. Time, if there were time, would reveal all, but in order for there to be time, he had to ensure that his odder proclivities didn't send the woman screaming down Diagon Alley. It was a lesson he'd learned fast. "Shall we remove to your flat?"

"Hmm?" Half-lidded brown eyes turned up to him, misty with indolent pleasure. It was very tempting to scratch her behind the ear to see if she would purr. "Oh. Yes. Let's." A few flicks of her wand and the door of the shop was shut, locked, and warded; he felt her clamp onto his arm a second before the familiar whirl of Apparition took over.

It felt like déjà vu. Severus was coming back to her flat to sleep with her. Surely such a delightful occurrence wouldn't happen twice. But memories of the past hour fought past the haze of lust that clouded her mind, and Hermione knew that Severus was in her flat again. This time, she decided, there would be no games.

The instant the world stopped spinning, she seized his lean face in her hands and pressed her lips to his, feeling a thrill go through her body as his searching tongue found hers almost immediately. Strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her as close as possible; his lean body was unyielding against her curves, but she didn't mind, as she was far too concerned with the way in which Severus was basically fucking her tongue with his mouth. Back and forth he moved, sliding his tongue along hers as he sucked gently. Hermione moaned into his mouth. A twitch around the corners of his lips told her he was trying not to smirk, a difficult thing to do while kissing.

Reaching around his slender form, she slid her hands down his back until she found his firm arse. A rough squeeze on each side got a surprised grunt out of him, followed by retaliation by imitation. One of his hands remained kneading her arse as the other one crept up her body to her left breast. Her nipples were so hard she was certain they were making themselves known even through her bra; when one received a light pinch that made her clit throb, her suspicion was confirmed.

She couldn't take it any more. If the bulge in his trousers that she could feel pressing against her abdomen was anything to go by, he wasn't far behind. Breaking away, she panted out, "Bedroom. Now," and began to tug him toward said room. The feral grin on his face as he followed her soaked her knickers. So it came as a bit of a surprise to her when he stopped dead as she opened the door and pulled him in, his eyebrows rising to meet his hairline.

"What is it?" Anxiously, she stopped and looked around, trying to find something that might have shocked him into halting. Closet, rug, dirty sock on rug, bed...

Ah. She had forgotten that she hadn't bothered to shrink the bed after their last liason. It still filled the room from side to side.

"I'm glad you appreciated my handiwork," he quipped from behind her.

"Well, it's one less thing we have to do now." To get him back on track, she turned around and, in one swift movement, pulled her t-shirt over her head.

That got his attention. Severus's gaze focused on her breasts, followed quickly by kneading, caressing hands. The thin straps were gently pushed from her shoulders so he could tug the cups down, revealing her hard nipples. Pinches that had felt wonderful through the bra now made her knees quiver. Aching with need, she mustered enough brainpower to undo her jeans and shove her hand into her knickers, sighing with pleasure when her fingers found her clit and started moving in circles.

Severus's hands stilled on her breasts. A moment later, he whispered in her ear, "I don't suppose I could observe what you're doing down there..."

Hermione smiled. Stepping away from him, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra; it tumbled to the ground to join her shirt. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans, she began to inch them down over her hips, smirking at the impatient looks he was sending her. This time the striptease was entirely on her terms, and it was incredibly entertaining to torment him just a little. Maybe she could even get Severus Snape to beg...

Removing her clothes had apparently sparked his inner copycat, for his long fingers were flying down his shirt, undoing buttons at a rapid pace. No sooner had the offending garment been shrugged to the floor than he was unzipping his fly and bending down to removes trousers and pants. When he stood back up, his reddened cock pointing at her made Hermione swallow hard. It was just like she remembered it, and the memories of what it had done to her came flooding back. Biting her lip, she reined in her galloping libido. I want to make you squirm this time, Severus Snape. Just because I can.

Sliding her trousers down to her ankles, Hermione stepped out of the pile of denim, wearing only her soaked knickers. Even without her clothes, she felt warm; her face must be flushed bright pink. It was a bit hard to maintain control as she carefully slid her hand back into her knickers and went to work on her clit.

"Do you want me to take my knickers off, Severus? Would you like to watch me touch myself as I look at you?"

"Yes," he groaned, taking his cock in hand and starting to slide his fist up and down its length.

"Really? I'm not sure I believe you. Convince me, Severus."

"I want to see your fingers playing in your pussy, Hermione. Please."

"Very good. Was that so hard?"

She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a moment, legs spread, knickers gone and fingers buried in her cunt up to the knuckle. He slowly moved towards her, stopping just close enough for him to run his free hand over her body, caressing and rubbing. Every touch added to her pleasure. She stared at him through half-lidded eyes, watching his pale hand move back and forth along his swollen cock.

"This is what I did after I left the bar that night, Severus," she panted, grinding her clit against the heel of her hand. "I came home... and I threw myself on the couch..."

Severus groaned.

"...and I rubbed my clit and fingered myself... until I came..."

"Merlin, Hermione, let me fuck you!"

Writhing with the pleasure she had brought herself, but wanting more, Hermione needed no further prompting. She flipped over to her hands and knees, presenting her wet cunt to him (and wriggling her arse just a little bit in the process). Tossing her hair to one side, she turned her head to look back at him. He looked as though Christmas had come early.

"Then fuck me, Severus."

Long hands seized her hips, sliding over her skin for a moment before grabbing hold. She moaned as the tip of his cock probed at the entrance to her pussy; with one pull at her hips and a thrust from him, he slid in.

Hermione gasped and bucked back against him as he began to fuck her hard. The position allowed him to go very deep with each thrust, his cock rubbing her g-spot in the most delicious way. She could hear the slap every time his hips connected with her buttocks. Moaning, she reached underneath her with one hand and began to rub her clit. She was so close, trembling on the edge of orgasm.

"Oh, gods, Hermione... come for me... I'm going to..." Faster he was thrusting now, fingers digging into her flesh as he pumped his cock in and out of her slick cunt. Suddenly, he slammed forward, holding fast to her hips, jerking slightly with every pulse of his cock. The throbbing inside her pussy was all she needed to push her over the edge; waves of pleasure, centered on her clit, flooded through her. Hermione shuddered and moaned as she came hard. She heard Severus gasp, probably from her pussy clenching around his cock, but he made no effort to pull out as she writhed beneath him.

Panting and sweating, Hermione allowed herself to collapse to the mattress, head pillowed on her outstretched arm; Severus's cock sliding out of her pussy one last time sent a few small aftershocks through her body. He joined her in a heap on the mattress a moment later, pale skin slightly shiny from sweat.

"That was..."

"Yes." Smiling, she reached over and took his hand in hers. "It was."

Severus woke up in an unfamiliar bed. The lumps in the mattress were completely wrong; in fact, he ascertained by shifting about for a second, they were absent. Also, the sheets were pale teal, a color he associated with Easter and old ladies and therefore would not use for his bed linen on pain of death.

Normally, these inconsistencies would have had him on his feet with wand in hand in about three seconds flat. However, the bush of hair that took up most of the other pillow, and the pretty face it was attached to, reminded him of the activities of the previous night. Gently, he reached over to brush a lock of hair out from under Hermione's nose. She shifted in her sleep and rubbed at her nose, apparently objecting to whatever tickling he had produced. A moment later and two brown eyes were peering groggily over at him.

"Severu-uuh...us?" she yawned, groping forward with one arm until she found his.

"Ouch!"

"Oh. So you are real, then."

"Of course I'm bloody real, you lunatic!" Severus rubbed at the red mark on his arm. The woman could pinch like a lobster.

"Sorry. Before coffee, real is a nebulous idea." Yawning again, she stretched languidly, arching her back until a few vertebrae popped. Severus, eyeing the pert nipples that had suddenly come into prominent view, decided he approved of stretching. Other parts of him agreed wholeheartedly.

Hermione squealed as he seized her around the waist and rolled her on top of him; a thorough kissing silenced her protests for a moment, though she glared at him for a moment when she got the opportunity. Sitting back and straddling him, she placed her hands on her naked hips, providing a perfect frame for the thatch of curls resting several agonizing inches in front of his cock.

With a mischievous smile, she slid off him and onto the floor, bouncing deliciously as she made for the wardrobe. After donning a black satin dressing gown that emphasized everything most clothing was designed to hide, and with a last glance over her shoulder that promised everything she had just denied him, she vanished out the door.

Severus practically heard his cock whimper in protest of this sudden abandonment. Sighing, he got up, located pants and trousers, and followed her.

He found her in the kitchen with a pot of coffee already percolating on the countertop. She was bent over the table, intently reading something, and the way the dressing gown draped over her curves sent another surge of blood to his cock. She looked up as he came in, and his last impression before he was engulfed in a hug was of an ear-to-ear grin and the Prophet.

"We got him, Severus! We got him and everything's going to be fine, he's already done most of what I asked him and...and...oh, just read the paper, it's wonderful!" she babbled excitedly into his chest, squeezing his ribs with every third word. He hadn't seen her this excited about something since she'd got a hundred and eight percent on one of his essays in fifth year.

"Let go of me, madwoman," he said, attempting to pry her arms from around his torso, "so I can read this wondrous article that has got you all worked up." She looked up at him, tightened her arms until he thought his ribs would crack, and then released him, moving to the side so he could see the table and what lay upon it.

Tiburos Flourish looked sulkily up at Severus from an enormous picture on the front page. Every now and then he would sniffle and rub his nose, reminding Severus of a Christmas when seven-year-old Draco had not received a toy broomstick that was the exact color of glaring orange he had desired. The large headline above him read: No Happy Ending for Bookstore Heir. He didn't need to check the author's name to know the exposè had been penned by Ms. Skeeter; her writing the article had been one of the stipulations of Hermione's ultimatum.

He scanned the article quickly, not wanting to subject himself to too much of Ms. Skeeter's melodramatic writing. It said everything Hermione had laid out: a heretofore unknown cousin of the senior Mr. Flourish had appeared, taken one look at what the current Flourish had done to the family business, and had walked the man out at wandpoint. She was in no position to run the business herself, as her unicorn ranch in Wales demanded an enormous amount of time, but she "would swallow every single enchanted halter in her stable before she allowed her cousin's business to be turned into a profit-mongering monster." After several interviews with the local talent (Severus grinned outright at this; it was brilliant), she had selected Hermione Granger, known for her "small-business idealism and maniacal love of books," to take over as manager. The store would be closed for restoration and, upon re-opening, would incorporate Ms. Granger's "eclectic bookstore". The mysterious cousin was unnamed and would be returning to her ranch within the week. All of this, of course, was written in the most acidic tone possible, but it read as being perfectly plausible, which came as little surprise; slanted and not-entirely-true journalism was a specialty of Ms. Skeeter's.

Oh, and Flourish had decided that his delicate constitution would benefit from an extended stay in a nice mansion in Majorca.

"Well?"

"Well what?" he replied, turning back to see Hermione nibbling her lower lip.

"Do you think it will work? Is it any good?"

"I could have done it better."

"Bastard." She was smiling, though. Stubborn and independent she might be, but some part of Hermione would always need approval of her work. Getting her to admit it would be suicide, but he was smart enough not to try, especially if he wanted more sex.

"Now, now, no name-calling. This bastard," he continued, stepping close to her, "actually thinks you deserve a reward for sending an odious bookseller to Majorca for the foreseeable future. And you of all people should know that my rewards are hard-earned, but well worth it."

"Really?" she said, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the huskiness of lust. "And what do I have to do to receive this reward?"

Bending down until his lips brushed her ear, he murmured, "Spread your legs."

Hermione bit her lower lip. Slowly, she slid her feet a few inches over the hardwood floor, causing her dressing gown to gap just a little; Severus caught a glimpse of creamy thigh.

Gently, he cupped her chin in his hand, tracing the delicate skin of her jaw with his thumb. Not taking his eyes from hers, he slipped his other hand into the empty space between the panels of her dressing gown. Her eyes drifted shut as he drew his fingers lightly up her inner thigh, and she gasped when he found the curls at the juncture. Smirking, he began to tease her, brushing his fingertips over the hairs, barely touching the wetness he felt seeping from between the lips of her pussy.

She whimpered and thrust her hips forward, trying to grind against his hand. "You said reward, not torment!"

"And so I did." With that, he plunged his first two fingers deep into her pussy and brought the heel of his hand to rub against her clit. She moaned, and he had to wrap his spare hand around her waist as her knees buckled. The sight of his arm disappearing into her silky garment set him on fire. It seemed so indecent to be pleasuring her without even undressing her. The light gown, with its opening it in the front, seemed expressly designed to allow him easy access to her pussy. It gave him an idea for the rest of her reward.

Gently, he used the arm wrapped around her waist to steer Hermione over to the table, still twiddling her relentlessly. She seemed perfectly content to move anywhere as long as his fingers stayed in her pussy. He didn't want to take them out, especially when he could feel her juices dripping down them, but some slightly complex choreography was required for his plan to work.

"Hermione," he said, stilling his fingers for a moment. She whimpered and squirmed in protest, but then opened her eyes to gaze at him in sulky bemusement.

"Mmph?"

"Get up on the table and lay back."

"Mmkay."

Severus slid his fingers free of her pussy. As Hermione slid up onto the table top and lay back with her legs spread wantonly, he occupied himself by licking his fingers clean. She was quite a sight, lying on the table, panting slightly, with her hair creating a fuzzy brown halo around her head. The panels of her dressing gown had fallen so as to barely cover her pussy, which was exactly as Severus had hoped. He wanted to wait until his cock was buried inside her to open those panels and see her.

"Severus!"

"Patience." Grasping her hips he slid her forward until her plump arse was resting just on the edge of the table. Stepping between her legs, he undid his fly and released his aching cock.

She moaned from her gut as he plunged into her, and he wholeheartedly joined her. His cock was enveloped in warmth and wetness, and he began to thrust desperately. With one hand, he reached forward and tugged on a loose end of the silken tie that held her dressing gown together at her waist. It came undone, and he pushed the panels of the garment off her writhing body. It was like unveiling a work of art; now he could see, once again, her hard pink nipples and full, jiggling breasts; her soft curves, rippling slightly with each thrust; and, as his gaze travelled downwards, her wet pussy swallowing his cock up to his balls.

The sight very nearly made him come.

A brush of a finger against her clit made Hermione come. He felt, rather than saw, her stiffen, shudder, and buck. He lost himself inside her pussy, hips jerking with every spasm of pleasure. After the strength left his body via his cock and he was certain no more was forthcoming, Severus slumped into a nearby chair, wincing slightly as his now-sensitive penis clipped the edge of the table. Hermione seemed practically comatose.

For a while they lay in the kitchen, panting. Hermione moved first, heaving herself up onto her elbows before sliding off the table and padding over to Severus. Lazily, he reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, drawing her onto his lap. Spent though he was, he still took a moment to appreciate that she hadn't retied her dressing gown. Her nipples were just barely catching the fabric, preventing total exposure, but the sides of her breasts and her waist were shown clearly.

She leaned against him, draping her arm around the back of his neck. He felt his arms twitch slightly; cuddling was not in his nature, and a number of instincts were screaming for her to be pushed into a heap on the floor. But the rest of him decided that warm and soft were allowed to cuddle. Reciprocal cuddling was not required.

"You know, Severus," Hermione said, toying with a lock of his hair, "if you're not doing anything this summer, I could use an assistant in the store."

He raised an eyebrow. "Assistant?"

"Yes. You know, to get me coffee, take stock, shelve new shipments..."

Severus sat bolt upright, nearly dislodging her from his lap. "If you think, after all I have done for you, that I am going to be some bloody errand boy...!"

"...and to acquire a sense of humor," she continued, glaring at him.

Damn post-orgasmic brain dysfunction! Settling a little, he shot her a look that promised trouble later and asked, "More of a partner, then, in administration and business?"

Hermione nodded, lips twitching slightly. "You'll be compensated, of course, in money and books. But only if you have nothing else to do, Severus." He appreciated that she made no assumptions that a relationship with her would be enough to guarantee his working for her.

"Oh, I already have something to do," he replied, smirking and sliding his hand down to squeeze her arse, "but I'll take the position in the store as well until Hogwarts starts up again. It should be more entertaining than sitting around doing nothing until September."

As she smiled and leaned in to kiss him, he decided that maybe it was fortunate that Flourish and Blotts had been closed those weeks ago.