20. Green-Eyed Goddess.

20. Green-Eyed Goddess

Valentine Passiflora was sitting in front of her mirror watching the smoke from her incense stick swirl around. She would have liked to tell people she was interpreting the patterns and the shapes, but in reality, she was focussing on the images in the mirror beyond the smoke.

Initially, Valentine had been pleasantly surprised. Things seemed to be progressing very well, and the bonds between Hermione Granger and Severus Snape were strong enough now for them to spend a whole twenty-four hours apart if they chose to. Which, so far, they hadn't. Valentine shuffled a different set of cards, mystical images passed down from mother to daughter, their origins lost in the midst of time. Suffice to say the cards were accurate for the purpose. Withdrawing a card at random, Valentine placed it before her, followed by a further two. She stared at them for a short while and pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly.

'Men,' she muttered.

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Hermione was in the lab. Her bezoar project was going so well, they were in the process of writing up their submission to the patent laboratory, and Hermione was sifting through her notes to make sure she hadn't missed anything. The past two months seemed to have gone by a blur, and yet everything was different. For one thing, she hadn't spent a night apart from Severus since the time they had consummated their relationship. Most of the nights had been in Spinner's End, but on a couple of nights, Hermione had convinced Severus to stay with her. Not that he had taken much persuading. She had discovered early on that licking her lips and showing a little cleavage was a sure-fire way to get his undivided attention.

Severus felt like a new man. He was having regular sex, but that was nothing unusual. It was, however, unusual for him to have sex with someone he was in love with. And it added a whole new dimension he had never experienced before. It made him more light-hearted. He felt joyous, happy. He enjoyed smiling. He had even smiled at a couple of his regular customers, and they had left thinking he had been sampling too many of his own potions.

At this very moment, Severus was laughing. Hermione could hear him chuckling in the front of the shop, and she frowned. It was unusual for him to be laughing without her in the room. Curious, she walked to the lab door and peered around it. Her mouth fell open as she stared. Severus was talking to a tall, dark haired woman, her hair tied tightly in a bun. Her makeup was perfectly applied, her lips like a tight, red rosebud. She was wearing a dark grey suit, tightly nipped in at the waist, with a red clutch bag and matching stiletto heels. Hermione stared at her. Her stockings had a black seam running up the middle of her calves, and it was perfectly straight. Hermione would never look so chic. She shifted her gaze. Severus was leaning a little forward, his eyes on the woman, smiling and laughing as she spoke to him. Hermione was too far away to hear what they were saying, but she could tell by the body language that there was a connection between Severus and this ... this woman. Severus murmured something, and the woman laughed this time, a tinkling laugh that sounded like nails on a blackboard to Hermione. She scowled as she saw Severus laughing back at her. Her eyes narrowed when the woman covered Severus's hand with her own and he didn't pull away. He didn't flinch. He just said something else, and the woman nodded and then left with a small wave of her perfectly manicured hand. Hermione scowled but wasn't quick enough to avoid catching Severus's attention when she walked back into the lab.

Severus raised his eyebrow and smirked as he followed her.

'How are your notes? Have you found everything you were looking for?' He smiled at her.

Hermione turned her cool gaze on him.

'I have everything I need, Severus, thank you. How about you?' Her words were clipped, loaded, and a little frosty.

'Are you okay?' He smirked as he turned his back and took their mugs from the shelf.

'Why shouldn't I be?' Hermione forced her voice to lightness and failed miserably.

Severus took out his wand unseen and waved it at Hermione's mug, murmuring softly under his breath. He grinned and put a peppermint tea bag into her mug and coffee into his own. When he was done, he paused and took a deep breath before pasting a smile on his face and taking her tea over to the workbench.

'Oh, no reason,' he responded smoothly, kissing Hermione's neck lightly. 'You just seem a little... tense. Perhaps you're working too hard?' He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them lightly. Hermione tensed and closed her eyes and then gave in because – dammit – he was so good with his fingers. She lifted her tea and sipped it gratefully, glad of a chance to take a break.

'Did you lock the shop, Severus?' she murmured softly as his fingers felt their way down her back a little.

'Not yet. It's a little early... but you need a break, so relax, Hermione,' he whispered into her ear. 'Drink your tea...' He smiled to himself.

Hermione relaxed into his hands and drank her tea, tipping her mug back until the last drop was gone. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she almost dropped her mug.

'Well... what do you say?' Severus murmured in her ear, his velvet voice doing things to her she wouldn't be able to talk about in polite society.

'Now?' she whispered, staring at the mug, her hand trembling.

'Oh, yes... definitely now...' he murmured.

'Lock the door, Severus...' Hermione muttered, her cheeks flushed. Gods, what this man did to her without even trying.... She replaced her mug on the workbench, the red flashing 'Fuck Me' almost burning her eyeballs. She couldn't take her eyes off it, and when Severus retuned to the lab and slammed the door closed, robes billowing, Hermione gave a little yelp.

This was a new thing, doing it at work. Hermione gulped as she saw him unbuttoning his fly as he walked towards her and put his hand inside, pulling out his erect cock.

'I'm ready,' he murmured, walking closer to where she was sitting, his eyes boring into hers.

'So I see.' Hermione gulped a little. Severus had become gradually more confident as their relationship progressed, surer of her feelings for him and surer of how to use his sexuality with her. She shivered a little. Gods, he really turned her on, and he bloody well knew it.

'Get naked, witch,' Severus hissed and ran a pale finger down the front of Hermione's t-shirt, lingering on her pert nipple as it sat proudly from her breast.

Hermione opened her mouth and gasped a little.

'You do it,' she whispered, licking her lips, her eyes drifting down to his huge erection.

Severus smirked, and with a wave of his hand for effect, Hermione was naked in front of him.

'I didn't know you could do that.' Hermione giggled a little. She had wanted a risk taker, after all.

'There is a lot you don't know about me. For instance... you didn't know I have been having fantasies about taking you on this bench right here,' he ran his smooth hand across the surface, his fingertips lingering a little as he met her gaze, 'since the first night I had you....'

'Fantasy doesn't always meet reality,' Hermione whispered, her heart beating fast.

'In this case... I think it will be better, don't you? Come here.' Severus flicked his hand out to her, and Hermione grabbed it, allowing him to pull her off the stool and bring her flush against his body. His cock was stiff and rested against her stomach as he bent his head to hers, licking her lips with his tongue and pushing it into her mouth. Hermione moaned as Severus lifted her and sat her on the workbench, sliding her pussy over his cock as he did so and hissing at how wet she felt.

Grabbing her buttocks, Severus pulled her closer to the edge of the bench, and she held onto the front of his robes for balance, gazing up at him, her eyes lust filled, her lips plump and open.

'How does your fantasy go, Severus?' she asked him softly.

'Like this.' Severus ran his hands down the front of her body, caressing her breasts and grazing her nipples until he reached her pussy and fingered her labia gently, inserting a digit into her vagina and thrusting.

Hermione gasped and put her hands on the bench behind her, leaning back a little, her breasts thrust forwards with the movement. Severus bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and running his tongue over the caramel tip firmly. His other hand cupped her free breast, and with the touch of an expert, he caressed and massaged her until she started to squirm.

'Lay back,' he hissed. Hermione sighed and did so, her arms above her head. He lifted her buttocks with his hands and found her entrance with his cock. With a slight lift of his eyebrow as he caught her eye, he thrust firmly into her. They both sighed as he entered her and closed their eyes. Severus used Hermione's hips as a lever and started to pull her on and off his cock slowly, jerking her forwards as he hit her cervix, causing her to moan out loud.

'Touch yourself,' he demanded in a voice Hermione knew better than to ignore. Her hands drifted down her body, and she grabbed her breasts and started to pull at her nipples sharply. She let go of one breast and moved her hand to her clit, rubbing her juices around herself and moaning as Severus increased his pace and started grunting, pulling her hard against him, his balls slapping against her buttocks.

'Oh, gods, yes....' He tipped his head back and growled, his eyes closed as he continued to pump into her.

Hermione was close to her orgasm, and she was meeting his movements, rolling her hips and grinding herself against his cock. Severus glanced down at her and smirked a little before withdrawing his penis fully. Before she had a chance to protest, Severus flipped her onto her stomach and let her legs dangle over the side of the bench. Pulling her slightly off the edge and holding her thighs at waist height, he thrust into her from behind and heard her groan as the head of his cock started hitting her G-spot over and over. Hermione was splayed across the bench, one arm hooked over the far side for purchase and her other hand thrumming at her clit with a fierce urgency as she felt her orgasm starting.

'Oh, gods, Severus... now,' she moaned, 'now... oh yessssss,' she hissed as her orgasm washed over her in waves and she clamped down hard on his cock.

Severus felt Hermione rather than heard her muffled cries, but he knew she had come. He could feel her orgasm pulsing around him. Now, he just had to act out the last part of his fantasy, and he would be a very happy man indeed. Pulling himself out of her tight sheath, albeit reluctantly, he lay her on her back lengthways on the bench and Divesto'd himself of his clothing before joining her and laying on top of her.

Languorously, Hermione wrapped her legs around Severus's waist as he kissed her tenderly and murmured, 'I love you,' into her open mouth. Slowly and with great tenderness, Severus entered her tight vagina, pushed himself up to his hilt and stayed there for a long time as he kissed her. He wanted to savour this moment to be remembered on the days he would be here in the lab on his own.

Hermione squeezed his cock with her muscles, revelling in the feeling of his length inside her and his weight on top of her until at last, with a final kiss, he started to move, pushing himself up on his arms as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Severus kept his eyes on Hermione's face as he thrust, gasping each time he entered her fully and her bottom hit the hard surface of the bench with a delicious slap.

'Oh, that's it,' he hissed. 'That's right, witch... just like that...' he murmured as Hermione gripped his buttocks and dug her nails in a little.

Hermione came without warning and raised her hips from the bench as she met his hard cock on a downward thrust. Severus's eyes widened as he felt himself going over the edge, and with a roar, he pounded Hermione hard against the bench over and over until he spilled himself into her, grunting and bucking as he did so, his face in a tight grimace.

'Ohhhhhh, shit,' he groaned as he collapsed onto her soft body and cradled her to him.

Hermione could feel bruises along her spine, and her vagina throbbed with a pleasant ache that meant she had been well and truly fucked. Her face was split in a wide smile, her eyes closed as she embraced Severus softly, tracing her fingers along his face and kissing his neck with her soft lips.

'Better than the fantasy?' she asked him softly in his ear.

'Oh, gods, yes,' he sighed and nuzzled her neck, and she felt him grinning against her throat. 'You should get jealous more often, witch...'

Hermione stiffened beneath him.

'Jealous? What ever do you mean?' Her voice was soft but with a dangerous edge that Severus heard and decided to ignore with a smirk. She was fun to fuck when she was angry too, and he could go another round with her if she so chose.

'I meant,' Severus lifted his head to look at her, 'Marcella...' He raised his eyebrow.

'Oh, you mean the customer you were laughing with earlier? The one who touched your hand and had you drooling like a newborn baby? I wasn't jealous of her.... Why would I be?' Hermione glared at him and tightened her fists into two tight balls, trying to push him off her.

'If you weren't jealous, why are you so angry?' he asked her smoothly, gripping her arms to her sides with his own.

'I'm... not...' Hermione tried in vain to roll Severus off her, ' ANGRY!' she shouted in his face.

Severus grinned at her infuriatingly and started to laugh.

'I like it when you're jealous. I know you really love me.' He laughed again and gave up trying to stop her struggling and climbed off her, pulling her to her feet smartly and hugging her close.

Hermione huffed against his chest for a moment until he started to stroke her hair, and she relaxed, snaking her arms around his waist and kissing his chest softly.

'I hate you,' she murmured and then pushed him away with a pout. 'Who was she, anyway?'

Severus looked at her with amusement in his eyes.

'She's a business associate. I have worked closely with her for almost six years, since I opened the shop, in fact,' he answered her honestly.

'Just business?' Hermione twirled a length of hair between her fingers.

'Oh, yes. Definitely. You would be more her type...' he sniggered a little and handed Hermione her clothes.

Hermione smiled at him. 'You mean she's...?'

'She prefers witches to wizards... pretty, dark haired witches with nice firm breasts... you would suit her perfectly...' He grinned at her.

Hermione fastened her jeans and walked over to Severus, kissing him on the lips firmly.

'Why was she here?' she asked as she let him go.

'Ahhh... That I cannot tell you; it would spoil the surprise.... But trust me, you will like it.' He smiled at her. 'Thanks for the fuck.... I'd better go and unlock the door.'

Hermione scowled at him as he walked out of the lab, and Severus chuckled to himself smugly.