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It was too easy to get whatever he wanted when he was dressed like that.
Severus Snape was wearing a muggle suit in deep charcoal, though he had forgone a tie. He left his white oxford open at the neck. His hair was sleek and loose, cutting a harsh line just below his jaw.
He exuded the innate authority to make the suit work for him, unlike some who, in her experience, were worn by their suits.
No, Severus Snape was comfortable in his own skin, and the expensive clothes he had tailored to fit said skin.
He sat with his back against the wall and he watched the room, cataloguing all he saw, filing the information in the brilliantly agile mine of his. His dark eyes missed nothing in the room, his awareness was complete.
She knew he had seen her enter, witnessed her greet the hosts with kisses to either cheek, saw her refuse the offer of champagne. She also knew he had noted she had arrived alone.
He didn’t nod to her when she met his eyes. There wasn’t even a twitch of his eyebrow. Severus didn’t question why she was alone at a muggle cocktail party. He remained cool and passive, observing, forcing no outcomes.
When he was detached like this, in complete control of himself, was when he drove her to distraction. She couldn’t focus on the party, on the younger men throwing themselves at her, on her host’s fineries. No, Severus Snape consumed her senses, and he filled her awareness, and they hadn’t even spoken yet.
So Narcissa Malfoy nee Black left a trail of panting men behind her as she cut across the room towards the indifferent man in the back of the room.
The crystals sewn into the beryl coloured dress bounced the light for the muggle fixtures, sending tiny motes of light throughout the room. The click of her heels against the floor echoed around her, effectively carving a path through the crowd as the people moved out of her way.
Severus may have been ruling the room while apart from the crowd, but she ruled it from within.
He dutifully stood as she approached him, and when she leaned forward to kiss one of his cheeks, his arm wrapped around her and he rested his hand on the small of her back, not touching the skin that was exposed by the low back of her gown.
“Narcissa,” he purred in her ear.
“Severus,” she answered huskily, placing her own hand on his waist.
“What is it you wanted to say to me?”
“You look well in that suit.”
“You look well in that dress,” he responded. “Why are you here?”
“They invited me.”
“So you decided to slum it with the muggles?” he growled.
Narcissa laughed, “Though politics are old-fashioned and outdated Severus, you know that as well as I do.”
“Indeed.” He removed his hand from her back and stepped away from her. He moved backward to the seat he had just vacated and offered it to her. Narcissa nodded her thanks and lowered herself to the seat while Severus went and fetched another chair.
He placed his new chair beside hers and sat down, returning his focus to the crowd.
“I know what you are after,” she eventually said and leaned back to cross her legs.
“What is it I am after?” he asked, not looking towards her, but she knew he had noted her informal pose.
“You are looking for a conquest this evening, but no one here has met your exacting standards.”
“Oh?”
“Well, I will admit that I was being hyperbolic. There is one who would meet your criteria.”
Severus tilted his head to look at her, his dark eyes ran over her body, noting her long loose hair tamed into sensual waves, the exposed décolletage and the form hugging curves of her dress, her long shapely legs exposed by the tastefully racy slit in the skirt's side, and the arch of her feet in her pumps. His eyes slowly made their way back up her body, where they met hers, and he quirked an eyebrow.
Narcissa curled her lips and a slow and sensuous smile, “Yes, one person here has piqued your interest.”
“Perhaps.” his eyes ran over her body once more. “But it would appear that half the men in the room have similar aspirations, and few of the women as well.”
Narcissa threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, I am sure several of them are only after my status as a newly single woman of means.”
“I doubt that is the only thing attracting their attention.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder, “And I am not the only one attracting attention here.”
“As you have said, none of them have caught my interest.” He returned his attention to the room. “Would you like a drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“Suit yourself.”
“I would like to,” she purred.
“There are young bucks aplenty here to fit your needs, Narcissa.”
“I am not concerned about any of them though,” she paused before speaking in a breathy tone, “I am looking for something with a touch of familiarity. “
Severus nodded and stood up. He used one hand to button his blazer closed and offered his other to her. She took it and let him guide her to her feet and then to their hosts to make their farewells.
He then guided her to the coat check and took her wrap from the hanger and placed it over her shoulders before handing over the clutch. Narcissa entwined her arm with his as Severus led them out of the building and towards the muggle car park.
When they were out of view of the venue, Severus pulled her closer to his side and aparated them to his residence.
After the war, Severus had moved out of the mildew infested hovel in Cokeworth and purchased himself a comfortable flat in Bath. He decorated it in rich earth tones and, though it contained his vast collection of books, it lacked the claustrophobic nature of his previous residence.
As their feet settled underneath them, Severus stepped back and lifted her wrap from her shoulders, and took it and her clutch to the hanging rack near the door.
“Now, would you like a drink? I have more than muggle champagne.”
“No thank you, Severus.” Her breath caught as he moved up behind her and swept her hair off her shoulder to kiss her delicately. Narcissa sighed and moved into him.
Severus unzipped the back of her dress as he continued to kiss her from behind. He used his free hand to pull down one shoulder strap and kissed the freshly exposed skin before he gripped her waist and spun her to face him.
His kisses work up from her shoulder to her mouth, where with deliberate slowness he teased her to allow his tongue access. He nipped and plucked at her lips before tracing the seam of her mouth with his tongue.
When she opened her lips willingly, he took his time tasting her, stealing her breath and awareness of everything but his mouth against hers and the sound of his breathing.
He broke the kiss, but held her close to him as she teetered on her pumps.
“You’ve gotten better at this, Severus.” She clutched at his jacket.
“I’m no longer an untried youth, Narcissa.” He pushed the other shoulder strap down her arm and guided her hands off his chest to place them behind his neck as he removed her dress.
“No, you are not,” she preened, trailing her lips over his jawline. Narcissa tangled her fingers into his hair and scratched gently against his scalp.
Severus’ sure fingers danced over her skin and traced over the scant fabric of her knickers. He hooked the waistband with his thumb and tugged the fabric taught, making her gasp at the friction.
“I’ve learned a few lessons in patience,” he returned her kiss while pulling on her underwear and angling his thigh between her legs.
He released her underwear and pulled her closer to him, his fingers digging into her hips.
Narcissa let go of his hair and arched her back. She pressed her groin into his thigh and thrust out her chest.
Severus lifted one of her breasts in the palm of his hand and used his thumb to tease her nipple to a peak. While she ground herself to a frenzy on his clothed thigh, he took her nipple into his mouth and nipped and teased her sensitive flesh.
Narcissa’s orgasm crashed over her as his teeth gently bit down on her engorged nipple and she tensed and shuddered in his arms.
Gently, almost reverently, Severus lifted Narcissa off his thigh and guided her to his kitchen table.
When he had her seated on the smooth wooden surface, he returned his attention to her breasts, reaching underneath them and lifting them together.
Narcissa flushed, slightly embarrassed that she wasn’t as firm as she once was. He noticed her sudden self consciousness and looked her in the eyes.
“I’m not a young girl anymore.”
His lips curled in a devilish smile. “No, you are not.” Severus’ eyes flashed with desire. He thumbed her nipples and claimed her mouth in another breath stealing kiss.
“This extra softness, the wisdom and experience in your body, it is delectable.” One of his hands trailed down to caress the subtle curve of her stomach. “I could spend hours worshipping this body of yours, Narcissa, because it is the flesh that houses one of the greatest beauties I’ve ever known.”
“Beauty fades, Severus.”
“Only the superficial kind fades. Yours will never.” The hand on her belly traced the outline of her underwear again and she lifted her hips off the table, balancing on her arms, allowing him to remove the clothing. “Your maturity is a delicious addition to your beauty, witch, and you know it. Quit playing the coquette. You know the power of your body.” He pushed her down on the table again, took one of her hands and placed it on the swelling of his groin.
“Let me have my moment of fragile vanity.” She squeezed him through his clothes, “It is my prerogative.”
Severus groaned and pressed himself into her touch. “Only a moment, witch, I have plans for the rest of your time.”
“Oh?” Narcissa fluttered her lashes at him.
“Yes.” He opened her legs and knelt down, tugging her closer to the edge of the table.
Running his nose along the soft skin of her thigh, his eyes looked up to hers with an unasked question and Narcissa nodded, biting her bottom lip.
Taking her permission to proceed, Severus kissed his way up her leg, his hands holding her calves.
Narcissa leaned backwards on the table, granting him further access to her core, and he wasted no time taking advantage.
He was as thorough and dedicated as was in all things. He noted her reactions and intensified her experience, bringing her to a peak and keeping her hovering over the edge until she gasped and begged.
“Please, Severus, please.”
He gripped her thighs with both hands and continued his assault on her sex with his mouth, focusing on the bundle of nerves that were aching for his touch. He pressed his upper lip against the top of her clitoral hood and gently flicked his tongue upward, sending her into a shuddering climax.
When she came back to herself, he was breathing gently on her, placing soft kisses to her inner labia and avoiding her over sensitive nerves.
“I need you, Severus,” Narcissa panted as she reached down to play with his hair.
He gave her one more soft kiss before gracefully rising to his feet and removed his jacket. He reached down to undo his belt when Narcissa sat up and reached for him.
“Keep it on.”
“The Belt?”
Narcissa shook her head, “No, the suit.”
Severus frowned and took a step backward from her. She wrapped her legs around his and leaned forward.
“You look really good in it,” she purred.
He understood her meaning. Arching his brow, he pushed his hips forward.
The fabric of his suit came in contact with her sensitised flesh, and Narcissa couldn’t contain the moan that escaped her. Her hips moved reflexively against him, and she held her breath for a moment.
“So commanding, so in charge,” her words were soft pants as she rubbed herself fast against him.
“Stop,” he spoke with authority, and though it was the last thing she wanted to do, she halted her movements with a pained whimper.
“Good Girl,” he praised and pressed the underside of her knee with his thumb. She obediently relaxed her legs and let him step back from her.
Severus looked down at his groin and saw the damp patch she had left on his trousers. He then caught her eyes. “It would seem your impetuous behaviour has left my clothing in a state of disrepair.”
Narcissa smiled and opened her legs wider.
Severus dropped his belt and then removed his wand sheath from his forearm, also dropping it to the floor.
He then returned to start in front of her, letting his eyes roam freely over her naked body. Not touching her skin, he lifted one of her legs by using the heel of her pump. He placed her foot on the table and continued to look at her.
Narcissa preened and flushed under his inspection. Her earlier shyness had vanished in the wake of his earnest efforts to please her.
Severus smirked. He unzipped his fly and pulled himself from his trousers, stroking himself indulgently while he looked at her.
She needed to be filled by him; she needed it now. Narcissa reached forward and replaced his hand with her own, guiding him into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer to her. Narcissa wanted more contact and tilted her body so that she could feel the suit material press up against all of her exposed flesh.
“You could ride me, Princess,” he purred in her ear, “or you can let me guide you.”
“Oh, take me, please,” she panted.
Severus gripped her hips and pulled her closer, crushing her to his chest. He cupped her bottom and lifted her off the table, and with a surprising display of strength and tenderness, he carried her over to his fireplace, where he lowered her to lie against the soft rug.
He kissed her while he arranged their limbs and pulled out of her slightly. Severus spread his legs to further support his weight and rolled his hips at the start of each stroke, making her eyes roll back in her head and her back arch.
She crossed her ankles behind him and rested her legs against his hips, rucking up the fabric of his shirt. The points of her heels tapped against his backside as he moved.
Narcissa gasped and panted against him, using her hands to keep his lips on hers so she could breathe his breath as he stole hers with his impeccable rhythm.
He pulled away from her mouth, to kiss along her jawline, freeing her to speak her incoherent desires.
“Oh fill me Severus, fill me completely. Yes, touch me there. Oh, your teeth are perfect there. Ugh” She twisted in his embrace, scratching her skin against his clothes and arching into his thrusts.
“Shhh,” he whispered against her skin and took her lips again. He shifted his position so that his lower body was in full contact with her. He stopped thrusting but just rolled his hips to grind the fabric of his trousers into the apex of her thighs and keep the internal pressure steady inside her.
Narcissa dropped her hands from his face and grasped the rug underneath her, arching her back and screaming her release into Severus’ mouth.
He swallowed her screams down and resumed his thrusting rhythm. Narcissa whimpered against him and he broke their kiss.
“You have one more in you, Narcissa. I know my good girl has one more for me.”
He reached between them and rubbed her over sensitive nerves. Narcissa screamed a final blissfully painful climax and Severus thrust twice more, growling into her neck.
They broke apart gasping, Severus leaned back on his knees. He pulled his still buttoned shirt up over his head to remove it. Then he guided her to sit up before tugging the shirt over her head.
While she worked her arms into the large sleeves, Severus smoothed his hands over her legs and removed her pumps from her feet. Using his thumb to rub each arch firmly a few times before placing the shoes off to the side.
“The lavatory is just over there.” He motioned to the slightly closed door on the other side of the room. He then tucked himself back into his trousers and did up his fly.
“In a moment,” she panted.
“Should I carry you?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in satisfied masculine pride.
“I’ll make it on my own, eventually.” She sidled up closer to him. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and settled her head against his chest.
“Eventually?”
“When I regain the use of my legs, but until then you can keep me warm.”
Severus chuckled, “I could never refuse you when you are dressed like this.”