The Sempra Deck 09 - The Hermit
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mimimanderly has just released the next card of The Sempra Deck, a set of Major Arcana cards forming the Tarot. Each time Mimi posts a new card, I will post another edition of the story, so you can see how the story and the cards meshed together. Here is the next card - 09 The Hermit, and here is the next chapter of the story.
This Chapter is rated R for content and language. Happy Reading!
The Sempra Deck is dedicated to the real mystic goddess Mimi Manderly; to her beloved SeverusMuse, and to my precious Dahlra. All characters with the exception of Mimi Manderley, Peter and Dahlra belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from this publication.
Chapter 5 - Matching Wood Part 2
Without really knowing what she was doing, or even if it would do more harm than good, she took his hand and tugged gently. “Come and sit on the sofa with me, Severus. I’m a little too short to do this standing up.”
His eyebrows flew almost up to his hairline, but he allowed himself to be led. He sat down on the end of the sofa, his posture stiff and wary. Mimi sat on the opposite end, and patted her lap. “Come, Severus. Lay your head down here.”
For a moment, she was sure he would not. Everything in his body language said refusal. He looked into her eyes searchingly. Slowly, he shifted over, his eyes never leaving hers, and reclined until his head rested in her lap.
Mimi waited a few long seconds while he made himself comfortable, then she closed her eyes. Please help me do the right thing, she said silently out into the universe. Her hands, moving of their own accord, began to stroke his hair. It was not exactly clean, but it was not filthy either.
She suspected he was just one of those men who thought themselves so unattractive they didn’t take care of the details, but he was not unclean. In fact, he smelled wonderful; spicy, woodsy and familiar.
He was warm and alive in her lap, like a wild animal, ready for flight at the first sign of danger. She continued to stroke him, and her hands kneaded the heavy fabric of his over-robe.
“I wish I’d told you to take this off,” she murmured, almost to herself. He muttered an incantation, and the robe was gone, leaving him in his waistcoat and shirt. “You must show me how to do that sometime,” she smiled, gently rubbing his shoulders.
He said nothing, only looked up at her, as she stroked his face with the backs of her fingers. His rapid breathing gradually slowed, even as she unbuttoned the top of his shirt and stroked his neck and his breastbone. His eyes fluttered closed, and as her fingers ghosted over his cheeks, his ears, his nose, he made a soft, sweet sound that made Mimi’s heart threaten to burst from her chest.
She placed her hands under his shoulders, and with a little pull, she whispered, “Sit up.” He shifted higher, until his back was resting against her chest, and she put her arms around him, and placed a gentle, tentative kiss against his temple. She felt his breath hitch, but he said nothing.
Mimi lost track of how long they sat together, but gradually his body relaxed against her, and when she rested her hand against his chest, his hand came up to clasp hers. His fingers stroked the back of her hand, hesitantly at first, then freely, with the concentrating air of a student learning, memorizing how to do something.
He shifted a little higher, until he could lean his head back on her shoulder. Mimi touched him without reserve now, holding him closely, as he drank in her caresses like a man so used to being thirsty that water is almost painful to drink. He opened his mouth several times, as if preparing to speak, but soon closed it again, simply allowing her to press him against her, to experience her heat and touch.
His hands entwined with hers, and suddenly he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. He held it against his mouth furtively, as if afraid of rebuke, and when none was forthcoming, he kissed it again, his lips pressing against the soft skin on the back of her hand. Mimi risked a gentle kiss against his temple, and he turned her hand in his and burned a brand of his lips into her palm.
Oh, shit, Mimi moaned to herself, feeling the saddle between her thighs grow hot and wet. And you haven’t even kissed me yet. I’m in more trouble with you, Severus Snape, than I ever thought to be with your Lord Voldemort.
Her lips parted slightly, and she lowered her head a little to place her second kiss on his cheek. It was warm and smooth, the pale skin surprisingly soft, and at her touch she felt his tongue flick against her palm. This time, the sweet sound of longing escaped her own lips.
Severus’ heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. Perhaps she was enjoying a laugh at his expense. That insecure, mistrustful part of him urged him to push her away, but the soft skin of her wrist was so enticing, and he told that part of himself that he felt safe and cocooned here in her arms.
Her lips against his cheek were warm and her breath was soft and fragrant. He could feel his erection awakening, calling to him, and he knew soon he would not be able to conceal it. His lips moved to her inner wrist, and he realized her heart was beating a tattoo in time with his. He felt a cautious sort of elation. He was not the only one affected here.
He captured her hand between his, and drew one of her fingers into his mouth, not truly understanding why he did this, only that he knew he must. He felt her breath hitch against his back, and he closed his eyes, feeling almost delirious with the sensation of touching and being touched after so long. It felt forbidden and any moment she might push him away, chastise him for his boldness, but he didn’t care. He sucked her finger hard inside his mouth.
The soft, spongy feel of his tongue cradling her finger, inflamed her senses, and Mimi made a sweet little mewling sound in her throat. Oh, fuck, what is he doing? she thought. Her opposite hand clutched at his shoulder, and she placed a little nipping kiss against the side of his throat with her lips and teeth, and felt as well as heard him moan low and sensuously in his throat.
Suddenly, he shifted, and spinning around, grasped the back of her neck and kissed her; a hard, demanding, desperate kiss, forcing her mouth open, thrusting his tongue inside. Mimi felt as if she were a flame, burning hard and fierce against him, and she threw her arms around his neck. He broke away from her, panting hard, their eyes burning into one another. Somehow, he whipped around and took her in his arms. He swooped down upon her, kissing her with hungry, ravenous kisses that she returned with a feral yearning all her own.
There was a sweet buzzing in his head, and he knew he was being aggressive, his kisses lacking in sophistication and finesse, but she felt like heaven in his arms, and he drew her onto his lap, pulling her against him until he could actually feel the heat between her thighs as it warmed his lap. For a moment, he thought he might come in his pants.
Mimi had never felt anything like the sensations going through her body and mind. She was kissing Severus Snape, and his hungry, needful mouth was intoxicating. Never had any man kissed her like this; grasping, fraught, selfish and greedy. No man had ever made her feel this way – as if he would die without her. Severus kissed her as if she were his only link to the world, and to pull away from her would mean the loss of his very being.
His hands threaded through her dark hair, and she cupped his face in her hands as his kisses moved from her mouth down her neck. He searched blindly for those places to touch, to draw those moans and shivers from his goddess. Each sound he wrenched from her throat sent a lightning bolt to his cock, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if she continued to writhe against his crotch. He placed a strong hand on her thigh to still her; he was dangerously close to making a fool of himself.
Slowly, they gentled their assault on one another, and Mimi was astonished at how he educated himself with each kiss. He soon learned the soft sweep of his tongue over her bottom lip caused her to sigh; that the gentle sucking, pulling caress of his lips away from hers awarded him a tender moan. He learned that her mouth was a warm, enticing haven, and their lips fit against one another perfectly.
Mimi was also learning. Severus loved to feel her hands rake through his hair. When she suckled on his lower lip, he made a low noise against his will. When her mouth slid to his throat, he shivered and whimpered. And through it all, he held her so close that she felt like the most cherished, coveted possession on earth. Lily had been a fool, she thought, without regret. This man is a treasure.
This man will be dead in a year’s time…
Mimi pulled back from him, alarmed at her thoughts, and she looked up into his severe, stern face, and was struck by the thought that she knew his future. Here, with his lips swollen and reddened by her kisses, his eyes fiery and his pale skin with a delicate flush on his cheeks, he was so beautiful, and Mimi cried out her longing for him, “Oh, Severus, I love you with all my heart.”
His answering cry was not happy, nor was it sad. It was a cry of pain.
“Gods, he’s summoning me again!” he hissed, holding onto his arm. He looked up at Mimi, and a well-trained wall came down, shuttering his emotions, tamping down his passions to dust. “You must come with me now, Mimi.”
Stunned, she rose from his lap, alarmed at how her legs were trembling. In spite of Severus’ bland, unreadable expression, she could see the concern for her unsteadiness. “It’s the shock,” she said, laughing shakily. “I’ve never given a declaration of love before, and I’d sort of hoped for a different reaction.”
If Severus heard her, he gave no indication. “Accio robe and mask!” he intoned, and from his room flew a heavy, wool robe and a silver mask. He drew on the robe, and buttoned it quickly. Muttering under his breath, Severus narrowed his eyes at Mimi, and drew a symbol in the air.
Mimi felt as if unseen hands were lifting her arms and her hair, and a midnight black robe, trimmed in velvet and sable fur, slid over her clothes and wrapped itself around her as if it had been made for her. Those same unseen hands grasped her right foot, and finely made over-the-knee boots of black leather were drawn first onto her right foot, then the left.
The hood of the robe rose and attached itself magically to the front of her hair, and Severus stepped back to admire his handiwork. “That will do, I think.”
Severus strode over to the fireplace, and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and stated very clearly, “The Headmaster’s Study.” He threw the powder onto the hearth, and bright green flames engulfed him.
From where she stood, Mimi heard him say, “I have been summoned again, Albus. I will inform you of my return.” He stood for a few moments, presumably listening to Dumbledore’s reply, then spoke, “Understood.”
He stepped out of the flames, shook off a few specks of dust, then looked at her. Now that the initial shock was over, she felt a calmness steeling over her. She thought about Severus, and how she could save him. How she had to save him, and she’d have to keep her wits about her.
He looked down at her, his unreadable mask in place. “A declaration of love? I am not sure I can believe in love now.”
Mimi looked up at him, willing him to trust her. “It’s okay, Severus. That doesn’t matter. Love believes in you.”
For a moment, the mask slipped and his look in his eyes nearly crushed her with his hope and fear, and the yearning to trust, to believe. Then the look was gone, and the imperious Severus Snape, disdainful of all things save his Slytherin hide, was safely in place. He stepped back, and nodded sagely.
“You make a fine goddess, Mimi Manderly.”
Together they walked out to the Apparation point just beyond the boundaries of the school, and they once again kissed before they Apparated away, perhaps to die.
mimimanderly has just released the next card of The Sempra Deck, a set of Major Arcana cards forming the Tarot. Each time Mimi posts a new card, I will post another edition of the story, so you can see how the story and the cards meshed together. Here is the next card - 09 The Hermit, and here is the next chapter of the story.
This Chapter is rated R for content and language. Happy Reading!
The Sempra Deck is dedicated to the real mystic goddess Mimi Manderly; to her beloved SeverusMuse, and to my precious Dahlra. All characters with the exception of Mimi Manderley, Peter and Dahlra belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from this publication.
Chapter 5 - Matching Wood Part 2
Without really knowing what she was doing, or even if it would do more harm than good, she took his hand and tugged gently. “Come and sit on the sofa with me, Severus. I’m a little too short to do this standing up.”
His eyebrows flew almost up to his hairline, but he allowed himself to be led. He sat down on the end of the sofa, his posture stiff and wary. Mimi sat on the opposite end, and patted her lap. “Come, Severus. Lay your head down here.”
For a moment, she was sure he would not. Everything in his body language said refusal. He looked into her eyes searchingly. Slowly, he shifted over, his eyes never leaving hers, and reclined until his head rested in her lap.
Mimi waited a few long seconds while he made himself comfortable, then she closed her eyes. Please help me do the right thing, she said silently out into the universe. Her hands, moving of their own accord, began to stroke his hair. It was not exactly clean, but it was not filthy either.
She suspected he was just one of those men who thought themselves so unattractive they didn’t take care of the details, but he was not unclean. In fact, he smelled wonderful; spicy, woodsy and familiar.
He was warm and alive in her lap, like a wild animal, ready for flight at the first sign of danger. She continued to stroke him, and her hands kneaded the heavy fabric of his over-robe.
“I wish I’d told you to take this off,” she murmured, almost to herself. He muttered an incantation, and the robe was gone, leaving him in his waistcoat and shirt. “You must show me how to do that sometime,” she smiled, gently rubbing his shoulders.
He said nothing, only looked up at her, as she stroked his face with the backs of her fingers. His rapid breathing gradually slowed, even as she unbuttoned the top of his shirt and stroked his neck and his breastbone. His eyes fluttered closed, and as her fingers ghosted over his cheeks, his ears, his nose, he made a soft, sweet sound that made Mimi’s heart threaten to burst from her chest.
She placed her hands under his shoulders, and with a little pull, she whispered, “Sit up.” He shifted higher, until his back was resting against her chest, and she put her arms around him, and placed a gentle, tentative kiss against his temple. She felt his breath hitch, but he said nothing.
Mimi lost track of how long they sat together, but gradually his body relaxed against her, and when she rested her hand against his chest, his hand came up to clasp hers. His fingers stroked the back of her hand, hesitantly at first, then freely, with the concentrating air of a student learning, memorizing how to do something.
He shifted a little higher, until he could lean his head back on her shoulder. Mimi touched him without reserve now, holding him closely, as he drank in her caresses like a man so used to being thirsty that water is almost painful to drink. He opened his mouth several times, as if preparing to speak, but soon closed it again, simply allowing her to press him against her, to experience her heat and touch.
His hands entwined with hers, and suddenly he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. He held it against his mouth furtively, as if afraid of rebuke, and when none was forthcoming, he kissed it again, his lips pressing against the soft skin on the back of her hand. Mimi risked a gentle kiss against his temple, and he turned her hand in his and burned a brand of his lips into her palm.
Oh, shit, Mimi moaned to herself, feeling the saddle between her thighs grow hot and wet. And you haven’t even kissed me yet. I’m in more trouble with you, Severus Snape, than I ever thought to be with your Lord Voldemort.
Her lips parted slightly, and she lowered her head a little to place her second kiss on his cheek. It was warm and smooth, the pale skin surprisingly soft, and at her touch she felt his tongue flick against her palm. This time, the sweet sound of longing escaped her own lips.
Severus’ heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. Perhaps she was enjoying a laugh at his expense. That insecure, mistrustful part of him urged him to push her away, but the soft skin of her wrist was so enticing, and he told that part of himself that he felt safe and cocooned here in her arms.
Her lips against his cheek were warm and her breath was soft and fragrant. He could feel his erection awakening, calling to him, and he knew soon he would not be able to conceal it. His lips moved to her inner wrist, and he realized her heart was beating a tattoo in time with his. He felt a cautious sort of elation. He was not the only one affected here.
He captured her hand between his, and drew one of her fingers into his mouth, not truly understanding why he did this, only that he knew he must. He felt her breath hitch against his back, and he closed his eyes, feeling almost delirious with the sensation of touching and being touched after so long. It felt forbidden and any moment she might push him away, chastise him for his boldness, but he didn’t care. He sucked her finger hard inside his mouth.
The soft, spongy feel of his tongue cradling her finger, inflamed her senses, and Mimi made a sweet little mewling sound in her throat. Oh, fuck, what is he doing? she thought. Her opposite hand clutched at his shoulder, and she placed a little nipping kiss against the side of his throat with her lips and teeth, and felt as well as heard him moan low and sensuously in his throat.
Suddenly, he shifted, and spinning around, grasped the back of her neck and kissed her; a hard, demanding, desperate kiss, forcing her mouth open, thrusting his tongue inside. Mimi felt as if she were a flame, burning hard and fierce against him, and she threw her arms around his neck. He broke away from her, panting hard, their eyes burning into one another. Somehow, he whipped around and took her in his arms. He swooped down upon her, kissing her with hungry, ravenous kisses that she returned with a feral yearning all her own.
There was a sweet buzzing in his head, and he knew he was being aggressive, his kisses lacking in sophistication and finesse, but she felt like heaven in his arms, and he drew her onto his lap, pulling her against him until he could actually feel the heat between her thighs as it warmed his lap. For a moment, he thought he might come in his pants.
Mimi had never felt anything like the sensations going through her body and mind. She was kissing Severus Snape, and his hungry, needful mouth was intoxicating. Never had any man kissed her like this; grasping, fraught, selfish and greedy. No man had ever made her feel this way – as if he would die without her. Severus kissed her as if she were his only link to the world, and to pull away from her would mean the loss of his very being.
His hands threaded through her dark hair, and she cupped his face in her hands as his kisses moved from her mouth down her neck. He searched blindly for those places to touch, to draw those moans and shivers from his goddess. Each sound he wrenched from her throat sent a lightning bolt to his cock, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if she continued to writhe against his crotch. He placed a strong hand on her thigh to still her; he was dangerously close to making a fool of himself.
Slowly, they gentled their assault on one another, and Mimi was astonished at how he educated himself with each kiss. He soon learned the soft sweep of his tongue over her bottom lip caused her to sigh; that the gentle sucking, pulling caress of his lips away from hers awarded him a tender moan. He learned that her mouth was a warm, enticing haven, and their lips fit against one another perfectly.
Mimi was also learning. Severus loved to feel her hands rake through his hair. When she suckled on his lower lip, he made a low noise against his will. When her mouth slid to his throat, he shivered and whimpered. And through it all, he held her so close that she felt like the most cherished, coveted possession on earth. Lily had been a fool, she thought, without regret. This man is a treasure.
This man will be dead in a year’s time…
Mimi pulled back from him, alarmed at her thoughts, and she looked up into his severe, stern face, and was struck by the thought that she knew his future. Here, with his lips swollen and reddened by her kisses, his eyes fiery and his pale skin with a delicate flush on his cheeks, he was so beautiful, and Mimi cried out her longing for him, “Oh, Severus, I love you with all my heart.”
His answering cry was not happy, nor was it sad. It was a cry of pain.
“Gods, he’s summoning me again!” he hissed, holding onto his arm. He looked up at Mimi, and a well-trained wall came down, shuttering his emotions, tamping down his passions to dust. “You must come with me now, Mimi.”
Stunned, she rose from his lap, alarmed at how her legs were trembling. In spite of Severus’ bland, unreadable expression, she could see the concern for her unsteadiness. “It’s the shock,” she said, laughing shakily. “I’ve never given a declaration of love before, and I’d sort of hoped for a different reaction.”
If Severus heard her, he gave no indication. “Accio robe and mask!” he intoned, and from his room flew a heavy, wool robe and a silver mask. He drew on the robe, and buttoned it quickly. Muttering under his breath, Severus narrowed his eyes at Mimi, and drew a symbol in the air.
Mimi felt as if unseen hands were lifting her arms and her hair, and a midnight black robe, trimmed in velvet and sable fur, slid over her clothes and wrapped itself around her as if it had been made for her. Those same unseen hands grasped her right foot, and finely made over-the-knee boots of black leather were drawn first onto her right foot, then the left.
The hood of the robe rose and attached itself magically to the front of her hair, and Severus stepped back to admire his handiwork. “That will do, I think.”
Severus strode over to the fireplace, and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and stated very clearly, “The Headmaster’s Study.” He threw the powder onto the hearth, and bright green flames engulfed him.
From where she stood, Mimi heard him say, “I have been summoned again, Albus. I will inform you of my return.” He stood for a few moments, presumably listening to Dumbledore’s reply, then spoke, “Understood.”
He stepped out of the flames, shook off a few specks of dust, then looked at her. Now that the initial shock was over, she felt a calmness steeling over her. She thought about Severus, and how she could save him. How she had to save him, and she’d have to keep her wits about her.
He looked down at her, his unreadable mask in place. “A declaration of love? I am not sure I can believe in love now.”
Mimi looked up at him, willing him to trust her. “It’s okay, Severus. That doesn’t matter. Love believes in you.”
For a moment, the mask slipped and his look in his eyes nearly crushed her with his hope and fear, and the yearning to trust, to believe. Then the look was gone, and the imperious Severus Snape, disdainful of all things save his Slytherin hide, was safely in place. He stepped back, and nodded sagely.
“You make a fine goddess, Mimi Manderly.”
Together they walked out to the Apparation point just beyond the boundaries of the school, and they once again kissed before they Apparated away, perhaps to die.
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Date: 2011-07-17 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-18 01:53 am (UTC)God, Teddy! How is that you get me into this state by just a makeout scene?
If your aim is to torture me, then you have exceeded! I am so caught up in this story, then you start giving me some juicy-ness, and then you take the lemons away as quickly as you gave them!
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Date: 2011-07-18 04:55 am (UTC)But just think how much you're going to enjoy it when you - er, I mean, they have a chance to enjoy some private time - or do they? Hmm. How did I end this story again?
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Date: 2011-07-18 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 03:18 pm (UTC)Seriously - I'm so glad you enjoyed it. This has been nothing but a joy for me to do with Mimi. It's projects like this that make me happy to be a writer.
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Date: 2011-07-24 10:23 pm (UTC)Teddy, darling, you did your job so damned well that I could see Mimi and Severus as well as if I were there in the room with them... and they are down right beautiful!
I agree with Mimi. Severus knows how to kiss. And Lily was a fool.