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They’re Definitely Not Baubles
They were a week away from Christmas and as the festivities ramped up across the castle, Hermione had noticed a decline in Severus’ mood. Deciding to take a risk, she asked for Headmistress McGonagall’s permission to leave the castle and Apparated to pick up something that she hoped would finally warm him up to Christmas.
She had managed to get to Edinburgh and back in time for dinner and sat through an uncomfortable meal whilst Severus scowled at the children exchanging cards and discussing their wish lists for gifts. Dropping her hand below the table, a squeeze to his knee was enough of a prompt for him to tidy his cutlery onto his plate and rise from his seat. Ever the gentleman, he offered his hand to assist Hermione in rising before leading her out of the hall via the staff entrance. Their walk back to the dungeons was quiet as they both switched off from a day in the classroom.
“Where did you disappear to this afternoon?” Severus asked once the door to their quarters was locked and warded.
“Noticed that, did you? I forgot you could still sense the castle wards.” Hermione replied with a chuckle, having forgotten that Severus had not lost his Headmaster privileges despite stepping down. “I nipped to Edinburgh to pick something up for you; well for us I suppose.”
“A gift for me. Us. Please tell me there is no tinsel or glitter involved.” The eyebrow arch that followed his statement pulled another giggle from Hermione and knowing her husband, she moved to get the present from the bedroom before his famous scowl appeared.
Hermione took a deep breath before handing over the plain black carrier bag. It was a gamble but if his mood continued at its current rate, she could write off Christmas altogether. Severus took the bag between his index finger and thumb as if the contents were about to cause him harm. Peering in and seeing nothing imposing he reached in and extracted the box inside.
The small box was gloss black and as he turned it over, the items inside rattled in their casings. Seeing a seam down the centre he pulled the sides apart like a book. The velcro fastening ripped apart to expose a series of brightly coloured numbers baubles printed on each side of the box.
Baubles equal Christmas.
With a huff, slammed the box shut and held it back out to Hermione. “No thank you. I’m in no need of baubles.”
“Sev, there are no baubles in there, I can assure you of that.”
With a shake of the box, the contents rattled and he looked back at her as if vindicated.
“You must have heard of Advent calendars in the past?” A nod of his head prompted her to continue. “Well, this is an adult Advent calendar. I thought that this may give us both something to look forward to for Christmas.”
Severus looked back down at the package in his hands and reopened the velcro. Looking closer, he saw twelve numbered doors, all of differing sizes and shapes.
“It is the eighteenth today,” he said after counting the doors and working his way backwards from Christmas day. “Does that mean I can open more than one door?”
The shy hope in his voice was enough for Hermione to realise that her present had gone down well. He wasn’t the Grinch by any means but a lifetime of neglect and control had left him with no happy memories of the season.
“You could open the first six doors if you wish. Then we will be caught up in time for opening the last door on Christmas eve.”
Severus didn’t need to be told twice and traced his finger across the box until he found door number one. Ripping around the perforations carefully, he teased the cardboard door open and his eyes widened. Although a private man by nature, Severus was not a prude but his preconceptions of Advent calendars went out of the window when he saw a tube of ‘Tingle Lube’ as gift number one.
“Where did you find this?” Severus asked her as he pulled out the tube to inspect it.
“Well, it definitely wasn’t Tesco,” Hermione replied, laughing. “I picked it up at Leather and Lace. I spotted them when we went last month.”
“If they were in the festive section, I avoided it all together so I didn’t see them.” After reading through the ingredients and deeming it safe for use, Severus handed the tube to Hermione whilst he went back to hunt for door number two. The small smile visible at the corners of his mouth gave Hermione a slither of hope that Christmas could be salvaged.
Fifteen minutes later and the six gifts lay on the table between them. Tingle lube, chocolate body paint, a feather tickler, an eye mask blindfold patterned with sequined Christmas trees, a set of nipple clamps and a vibrating cock ring. Severus was evaluating the items and plotting scenes in his head. Meanwhile, Hermione was watching her husband. Watching his eyes as his pupils grew larger and following the track of his fingers as they traced along the table as if plotting the order of usage. She was already getting wet just imagining what he had in store and rubbed her thighs together unconsciously.
At that action, Severus glanced up at her and saw his lust mirrored back at him. With a wave of his hand, the toys disappeared into the bedroom and Severus stood and pulled Hermione up against him roughly. Her arms moved around his back instinctually and as she tipped her chin, Severus leaned down and plundered her mouth. As Severus’ tongue worked its way around her mouth she met it with equal fervour, both muscles tangling and tasting as they gasped around them. Without warning, Hermione felt herself being hoisted over his shoulder and a crack sounded as he slapped her arse before striding across the living room and into their bedroom.
Hermione bounced as she hit the mattress and the squeal that escaped her drew a throaty chuckle from Severus. As she shuffled back towards the headboard, Severus lined up his six gifts and traced a finger down them until he paused and picked up the body paint.
“We left dinner tonight before having dessert,” Severus said as he trailed a finger down Hermione’s arm, pulling goosebumps to the surface. “I find my appetite is not yet sated.” Kneeling above her, Severus straddled Hermione’s hips and leaned down, trailing kisses down her neck and licking a stripe across her collarbone. With a murmured spell, her clothes vanished, leaving her bare before him. Met with the cool air of the room, her nipples quickly puckered. Severus twisted off the lid of the body paint and hovered the nozzle above her right nipple, brushing it back and forth with only the slightest of contact. Hermione impatiently arched her back and as she gained more contact, watched as he squeezed the tube and a line of chocolate painted around her areola in a ring.
“I’d make you a work of art if I had the patience, Mine. Tonight though, I need to taste you.”
Without further ado, Severus latched onto her nipple and swirled his tongue around her sweetened nub. He reached across and messily squeezed more chocolate across her chest until he reached her left nipple and a dome of the messy treat hid her teat from view. He licked and sucked until her skin was clean and Hermione was panting below him.
When he had taken his fill from her, Severus sat back on his heels and admired the view of his wife below him. Her chestnut hair was wild on the pillows behind her and her cheeks were flushed with arousal. Her breasts heaved as she tried to calm her breaths but it was the serene smile on her face that took his breath away.
Copying his earlier spell, Hermione waved her hand and Severus was the one to succumb to the frigid air of the dungeon.
“Sweet Merlin,” he gasped before looking to the fireplace and whispering Incendio to light the logs stacked within.
“My turn now, Love,” Hermione said as she traded places with Severus and took the body paint from him. She watched as he relaxed backwards and stretched his lean body out before her. He had a lithe, wiry physique that he kept well hidden under his layers of wool and cotton. His cock rose proudly from its nest of black hair and she licked her lips when a bead of moisture escaped the tip. Hermione painted the head of his cock carefully and with a sultry look, lowered her head down to taste her chocolate cock lolly. As she bobbed her head, she maintained eye contact and lost herself in the inky depths of his eyes.
“Come up here, Mine. Turn around.” She felt his fingers against her thigh and with a well-practised movement, swung one leg over his chest until she was facing his toes. Large, warm palms took hold of her hips and she moaned as he pulled her down until her quim met his mouth.
“Fuck, Sev. That feels so good,” Hermione moaned out as she rocked against his face.
“You taste so sweet, Mine. I could eat you for hours.” And he had in the past, lapping and licking until she was too exhausted to fall over the edge again.
Dropping her head back down, Hermione took his length back into her mouth and endeavoured to devour all chocolate from him. When she dipped her tongue into the slit, she was rewarded with a few drops of his essence, the saltiness mixing well with the sweet residue left on her palette. The action also caused Severus’ breath to hitch and she pulled off him with a pop before she pulled him too close to the edge.
As Hermione moved back to face him, Severus rolled across to reach the five remaining gifts.
“I doubt we can use all these tonight, Mine. We could double up on some other nights.”
“I’ll let you choose, Love.”
His fingers were tapping across the items until he made his decision and picked out the nipple clamps and the cock ring. They had used clamps before and he knew that Hermione enjoyed the sensations that they elicited. The cock ring however was something new for both of them. Having never had an issue with stamina, Severus had never considered their use but the fact that it vibrated would surely work for both of them.
Turning back to Hermione, he raised his hand to her. The chain between the clamps hanging over his index finger and the ring over his middle finger.
“Warm yourself up for me, Mine. I made a start on those rosy little nipples but I want them glowing before I use these.”
Hermione immediately responded to his instruction and pushing out her chest, she pinched and rolled the pebbled flesh until they were hard beneath her fingertips. Looking up, she saw that Severus was languidly stroking his cock, his gaze fixed firmly on her ministrations. With a final tweak, she pulled hard, a small cry leaving her as she was caught in-between pleasure and pain.
“That’s enough. Can you take care of them whilst I sort out this?” He asked, twirling the ring around on his finger with a smirk on his face.
With a nod, Hermione took the clamps and attached them both loosely before tightening the screws until she reached the sweet spot she enjoyed. Severus wasn’t idle whilst she worked. He applied a generous amount of tingle lube to the ring, rubbing the remainder over the length of his cock in preparation. He wasn’t a small man and he was glad of the elasticity on the ring as he stretched it around his girth and rolled it down to the base.
Hermione’s attention was drawn by a gasp from her husband and she watched as he rubbed his engorged head with a hiss.
“It lives up to its name. It’s not an unpleasant sensation but the tingling is peculiarly pleasant.”
“Well, I’m sure I’m about to find out for myself,” Hermione replied as she moved to allow Severus room to lie down beneath her. She raised her hips and with Severus’ steadying hand at the base, lowered herself slowly onto him.
She would never tire of the fullness she experienced when they were joined. A feeling of being one with the man she loved as he touched the depths that no other had or would ever touch. The hand beneath then moved and she felt her muscles clench inside as he turned on the vibrations and she felt it down the length of him to her core.
“Fuck me. That’s…” Severus choked out.
“Bloody amazing,” Hermione finished for him as settled fully onto him and adjusted to the new sensation.
Severus recovered too and with a hand on each hip, began to rock her back and forth so her clit moved against the bullet in the ring on each pass.
“I can feel the tingle too. It’s hot and cold at the same time. All this is almost too much. Merlin!” Hermione felt her hips take control and rolled her pelvis against his on the forward stroke, lifting her ass as she moved backwards only to feel him enter again as she thrust forward.
Severus watched her move above him, entranced by the sway of her hips and the gasps escaping her at each pass. He reached up and pulled gently against the chain suspended between the clamps, pulling only enough to take the slack away. Despite this, Hermione’s eyes immediately fell on his and she mouthed a silent plea for him to give her more. He gave a few sharp tugs to get her blood flowing and was rewarded with her internal muscles twitching. Their bodies were well attuned by now and this was his notice of her imminent release.
With a practised hand, he pulled steadily on the chain, testing her resistance every time she pulled her hips backwards.
“More, Sev. Please. More,” she pleaded as her hips became more frantic as she chased their completion.
The twitches began to roll and with one final tug, he took a clamp in each hand and loosened them enough for them to fall free. Her scream filled the room as the blood rushed back to her peaks and the sensations travelled the length of her body within seconds. Severus felt her stiffen and clamp down on his straining length and he grabbed her hips hard, bucking up into her hard three times before his own release took his breath and he filled her deep inside.
They stayed like that, locked together until their breath had calmed and their pulses lowered. It was the vibrations that pulled them apart when they became overstimulated after such a powerful orgasm. Severus wasted no time in turning off the ring and rolling it off his deflating cock.
“You liked your present then?” Hermione asked after Severus had cast a cleansing spell over them both and pulled the blankets over their rapidly cooling bodies.
“There may be some hope for the rest of the festive period after all,” Severus replied before pulling her closer until her head was nestled against his chest and their legs were entangled.
“Hope for the festive period, eh,” she repeated back, patting his chest and laughing at what would have previously been unthinkable.
“Ho-fucking-Ho,” Severus sang in a terrible impression of Saint Nick. The resulting laugh from Hermione was infectious and they shared their mirth as they settled down for the night, both speculating on what would be behind door number seven tomorrow.