The Gift

Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in this story are not mine in any way, shape, or form. They belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling, and she receives the cash and full credit. I'm only holding them as temporary hostages to satisfy a whim. I promise to put them back undamaged and fully functional.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Alison and Lisa. Without their encouragement, this story would have been put to rest after Chapter 3.

Chapter 4: The Gift

She held her trophy up between her index finger and thumb and examined its beauty as if it were a rare, black pearl. The smile on her face was ever present, and a look of triumph shone in her eyes.

"I have you now," Rosmerta said as she stared at the button. Turning her gaze to Severus, she continued, "And I'll never let you go." She leaned down to kiss the man beneath her, biting and sucking his lower lip gently.

The sensation this small act produced caused Snape to moan and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. He grabbed her hips tightly and started pressing his erection back and forth against Rosmerta's body. He could feel the warmth of her body through the fabric of his trousers. It teased and heightened the already painful arousal. The lovers' game was over; it was time to push forward. No more talk of detention, spankings or other forms of sexual foreplay. He had to have her now!

"I need you," he growled, still rubbing against his lover. "I... can't... wait."

Rosmerta pulled up slightly, running her left hand along the side of Severus' face and through his hair, all the while still clutching the button in her right. She noticed how black his eyes were now, his pupils dilated with passion. Black as the button she was gripping in her hand. His face pleaded with her to act quickly, and she knew they could no longer deny each other the pleasure they desperately had wanted all evening. Tucking her prize carefully in the pocket of her dress, she leaned back down and kissed Severus' nose.

"Soon, my love – very soon." Rosmerta pushed the dark fabric away, revealing Snape's bare chest. She kissed her way down his neck, along the collar bone, and licked a path to his nipple. Reaching her destination, she circled the pink flesh with her tongue and nipped it gently.

The wizard jerked slightly and gasped. "Rosmerta... please." He reached for the front of his trousers and desperately tried to unbutton them.

Rosmerta quickly grabbed his hands and held them still. "Please, Severus, let me release you." Her voice was quiet yet determined. It cleverly hid the fact that her own body ached, as strongly as Severus', for the feel of their bodies melting together. Yet, she wanted to do this – open the gift he had promised her – by herself. "I promise to be quick."

She felt his hands relax, and she let them go. Smiling dreamily, she ran a finger slowly over the shiny, black buttons and selected the first one she would undo. Snape closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to think of something to distract himself. He fervently fought the desire to come at the mere feeling of those fingers playing with fabric and button holes.

Damn buttons, he thought miserably. Maybe it's time to change to zippers.

Suddenly, Snape felt his cock spring forward and something warm and wet come down on him. He looked up and saw Rosmerta taking his overly excited member into her mouth.

"NO!" he shouted as he grabbed some of the fabric on the bed.

Rosmerta sat up and looked confused.

Snape tried to control his breathing for a moment and began speaking slowly. "I... can't... hold on... much longer." He swallowed and then continued, "I want to be in you... Rosmerta."

The smile returned to Rosmerta's face, and she quickly started to undress. The garments flew onto the floor in a frantic heap. Severus watched the movements of his lover's body as she twisted and turned to rid herself of all constraints. He loved how her breasts bounced with every shifting motion. As his enchanting witch positioned herself to remove her knickers, he reached up to touch the perfect orbs, delighting in their fullness. Soon, Rosmerta was straddling him, fully naked and fully aroused.

"Now, Severus, I want my gift... right now." It was a plea more than a command, and Rosmerta raised her hips and positioned herself over Severus' hardened cock. She closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto it, feeling him push through the opening of her vagina and into her wetness. Severus felt her warm tightness close around him, and he pushed up, trying to submerge himself fully. The couple moaned at the feeling of finally joining their bodies and souls together. This won't take long, they both thought. Rosmerta kept still, not wanting to rush the sensation of her lover's body filling hers. Severus was still fighting the urge to release and concentrated on holding it back. Finally, as if giving a signal to begin, Rosmerta clenched her inner muscles around her object of desire and began moving up and down. She moved slowly, at first, and then quickened the pace. Snape met her body, in ancient rhythm, driving into her with as much force as he could manage. As they predicted, the climax began taking hold of them quickly, and the familiar tightening urged them on. Rosmerta moved faster and more uncontrollably as she felt herself give in to her orgasm. Severus felt her muscles spasm and squeeze as she screamed out her ecstasy. The feel and the sound of her rapture sent an even stronger force through him, allowing himself to finally surrender to what had been threatening to burst through his body.

"Fuck me, hard!" Snape yelled out as all control vanished.

Rosmerta gripped onto his shoulders and slammed her hips into his, falling into a hard, fast rhythm. "Let it go, Severus! Let it go! I want to feel you come!"

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The lovers lay breathless in each other's arms. Their nakedness glistened with sweat, and the room hung heavy with the smell of arousal and lovemaking. Severus' eyes were closed as he idly stroked his lady's breast with his fingers. He was well spent and couldn't think of a better place to be than where he was right now. Was there a more glorious feeling than sex and its aftereffects? he wondered.

The couple lay nestled up to each other for some time, drifting in and out of a post-sex slumber. As Snape became more lucid, he reached over, gently stroked Rosmerta's hair, and inhaled the sweet and musky scent that surrounded their bodies. Intoxicating, seductive and very arousing, he thought to himself.

A lazy female's voice broke the silence. "Severus?"

"Hmm?" he responded slowly.

"I liked my gift." Rosmerta sighed and snuggled closer, melding her body against his.

Snape smiled, brought his arm around, and held her tighter. "It's only a button. I have plenty more of them," he said, knowing full well that wasn't what she meant.

"You are simply wicked. You know what I'm talking about," Rosmerta softly giggled.

"I am wicked – very wicked, and you best remember that, my dear." Snape's voice started taking on that dark, silky tone that drove her crazy. "Speaking of wicked..."

"Yes?" Rosmerta giggled again. She wriggled herself against Severus' body in hopes of renewing life into a particular body part. This, however, drew a sharp slap on her bottom. "Ouch! What was that for?" she asked, a little shocked. Rolling over, she met his dark eyes glaring at her.

"You still owe me for your impertinent behaviour." The Potions professor's voice took on a disciplinary edge, and Rosmerta no longer felt so much like his lover as she did a student caught in a wrongdoing. "And I never renege on a threat to punish, Miss Rosmerta." A sadistic grin played across the professor's lips, and his eyebrow arched gracefully.

Oh, for the love of Merlin's balls, he really is going to "punish" me. This thought caused a fusion of apprehension and arousal within her. She also found herself questioning whether she truly wanted to continue this particular game or call it to a halt. Their previous lovemaking had been so perfect in her mind. The feeling Severus left her was of complete fulfillment of her sexual desires. She was one who was happy with the simplest of basic needs and, yet, was sometimes willing to be more adventurous. At least she thought she was willing.

"Pain before pleasure... isn't that how it works?" A glint of amusement was evident in Snape's eyes as he detected the nervousness in his victim. Her uneasiness was like an aphrodisiac for him, and his body reacted positively. The power of having the upper hand and being in control was stimulating, and Severus felt the predatory drive flare up within. Pulling himself up to a sitting position, he placed the pillows against the headboard. He settled himself in for the next adventure in their night of sexual amusement and proceeded to lure his victim closer.

Rosmerta was fighting the urge to roll out of the bed as she tried to decide what to do next. It's all about trust, she told herself. I can trust him. He loves me. She continued to survey the situation, and finally the voice of reason spoke aloud. You silly git! It's not like he's going to get out the whip and chains! It's a simple little spanking, and if that's what gets his wand up – go for it!

Crooking his finger, Severus silently motioned for Rosmerta to come closer. His body tensed as he prepared himself to pounce if the circumstances deemed it necessary. The witch, however, acquiesced and moved closer. Firmly gripping his lover's wrists, Snape directed Rosmerta into position.

"Time for your punishment, Miss Rosmerta." A slight smirk appeared on Severus' lips. He had been waiting for this moment. Unbeknownst to Rosmerta, this was a fantasy of his ever since he realized his feelings for the shapely pub owner. Now the time was here, and he, Severus Snape, was sitting on his bed with the lovely, naked Rosmerta across his thighs. He sat there a moment admiring her firm, smooth bum, contemplating how many strokes he should administer.

As Rosmerta lay across Severus' lap, she mentally prepared herself for the impending assault on her backside. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, she felt like a little girl again, waiting for her father's disciplinary action. She reminded herself, of course, that this was not her father. Circumstances were quite different at this moment. She was completely naked with a large erection prodding at her midsection. The mental picture of it all, the building emotions she was holding in, finally spilled out in a nervous laugh.

"I see you find this quite amusing, Miss Rosmerta."

SMACK!

Snape's hand had come soundly down upon the woman's smooth buttocks, causing her to flinch and laugh some more.

"Quiet," warned Snape.

"I just can't help myself." Rosmerta giggled.

SMACK!

This time Snape's hand came down harder, and it caused her to cry out. He watched, with amusement, as the offended skin reddened. Rosmerta was able to stifle her laughter this time, but Severus, not satisfied that he fully got his point across, spanked her several more times.

Rosmerta felt the painful sting and burning warmth radiate across her backside. Expecting another slap, she braced herself. Instead, she felt Severus' hand gently caress her bottom. She let out a breath and relaxed, discovering that the combination of tingling pain, smoothing comfort and her lover's erection pressing against her was very arousing. In attempt to tease it into action, she moved her body against the hardness beneath. This produced another swat on her already reddened buttocks.

"Be still," came another warning. Snape's voice still held the seductive edge that drove her mad with desire.

That wizard could simply torture one with his speaking abilities alone, she thought. As she felt Severus' hand caressing her again, Rosmerta fought the urge to react lest she receive another slap on the derriere. Her obedience was rewarded. Snape leisurely trailed his finger down between her thighs and searched out her labia, exploring the slick area briefly before inserting the long digit deeply into her wetness. He slowly began moving it in and out of her vagina. This caused his Ladylove to gasp, and he smiled devilishly as he got the expected response.

"I see you want something which only I can give you, Miss Rosmerta."

The fully stimulated witch said nothing. Her body was immersed in the sensations that her lover was creating.

With his left hand still stoking her backside, he continued his ministrations on Rosmerta's neglected front. Removing his right finger out of her tightness, Severus began concentrating on her already aroused clit, circling and massaging it with expertise. This sent a jolt of pleasure from her centre up into her belly, causing Rosmerta to arch her body, physically pleading with him to go further.

"Don't make me put a binding spell on you, my love," Snape whispered in her ear.

Rosmerta's excitement was quickly climbing to a peak, and she wanted Severus to finish his "punishment" and bring her relief.

"I'm getting the idea that you like this treatment. Perhaps I'm a bit soft on you?" He withdrew his fingers and lightly stroked the inside of her thighs, spreading her wetness along her smooth skin. The look of frustration was evident on her face. Severus was very pleased that he had that control over her body, delighted that he caused her to desire him physically, sexually and wantonly.

"No. Definitely not soft," she moaned. "Take my word; you are very hard on me." With this said, she ground her pubis into his lap, trying desperately to find a way to relieve the nearly unbearable throbbing in her lower regions.

Snape started to chuckle. "What am I going to do with you?" He gave Rosmerta a playful slap and rolled her off of him.

She lay on her back and started to laugh with him. Suddenly, Rosmerta made a grab for Severus' arm. "Come over here and show me how hard you can really be on me," she said. The desperation was still present in her voice.

"If you insist." He gave her body a long glance and then slowly crawled over her. Positioning himself between her thighs, he sat back on his knees for a moment, admiring the image before him. Rosmerta lay across his bed with her legs spread, willingly offering herself to him. Her smile was genuine. This wasn't someone that was here just for the sex. Severus truly believed, at that moment, that Rosmerta loved him, despite his past and his imperfections. He was not used to a lover harboring such devotion; he felt uneasy but elated at the same time. Leaning into her, he softly touched her breasts, her skin, and the dark nest of curls that covered the centre of her passion. Positioning himself at her entrance, his dark eyes looked deeply into hers. Rosmerta heard him barely whisper, "I love you," as she felt him enter.