Chicago Blues III
Challenge Eight: An Evening With Severus Snape
Title: Chicago Blues III
Author: redvelvetcanopy
Main wizard: Severus Snape
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy
Rating/Warnings: P-13/R
Genre: Romance/Despair
Word count: Exactly 500
Prompt: Her eyes gleamed wickedly as she untied the laces.
It may be helpful to read Chicago Blues I here and Chicago Blues II here first.
Chicago Blues III
“Use caution, Narcissa,” Severus chastized. “Traipsing about without your wand at the ready is unwise.”
“I know, Severus,” Narcissa managed, sniffing delicately.
“Dry your tears, witch. No harm has been done.” That dress is too revealing…restrain yourself from these schoolboy fantasies!
Softly, a sultry song wafted through the stifling air. Piano notes wrapped themselves around bass thumps as a throaty-voiced singer poured into a black sequined dress began to sing in a slow, tortured fashion.
Baby, baby, baby.
Why do I want you so bad?
Baby, baby, baby.
You’re like nothin’ I ever had.
The tempo made Severus think of making slow love on a hot night.
Narcissa’s gaze followed his as she glanced toward the stage. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Things are so different now. My needs are so alien to me, so…primal,” she noted, waving her hand toward the petrified man behind her. “It’s so difficult…living this way, day after day. I need you, Severus…in ways that are surprising me.”
Needs indeed, Narcissa. The strap of Narcissa’s silk dress slid off her shoulder as she hugged herself, and without thinking, Severus reached over and with a thin finger, slowly moved the strap back into place. Startled by his own actions, he quickly looked at her. She was staring at him again, blue eyes brimming with something altogether unfamiliar. And then, without meaning to, without trying to, Severus realized the exact nature of Narcissa’s suffering. Immediately, he stood, offering his hand to her. “Dance with me.”
Leading her to the crowded dance floor, Severus turned and held her, his fingers feeling the velvet of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. As Narcissa’s hand slid across his shoulder to find the back of his neck, Severus pulled her close. His thighs grazed hers and he resisted the urge to grind his hardness against her.
Narcissa’s mouth curved slightly, and her eyes roamed his face before she rested her cheek against his. Severus could feel her breath whisper by his earlobe and her breasts rise and fall against his chest.
Linked together, they moved sensually with the music, playing out the song’s theme of desperate passion. When Narcissa curled her other hand around him, he trailed one hand low on her waist and the other on the dampening skin between her shoulder blades, urgently pressing her against him, making his intent clear.
He felt her intake of breath and then the arch of her body as she intensified their contact. Just before the song ended, he led her to a darkened, empty hallway behind the stage. Severus kissed her with feral hunger, tasting her, drawing her tongue out, feeling her moan into his mouth.
A thought later, they were standing inside Narcissa’s bedchamber.
“Your shirt is so old-fashioned, Severus,” Narcissa murmured. “The lace-up style went out with Grindelwald.”
Severus knew now that Narcissa was not the meek, supplicant witch he had formerly thought. Her eyes gleamed wickedly as she untied the laces.
Author’s Notes: With all respect to Blue Chicago, which an entirely respectable club where decent witches would be very UNlikely to be assaulted by Muggles. There are three locations, but I’ve only been to the one downtown (I took liberties with its placement). If you go, prepare to be seduced…by the music.
Title: Chicago Blues III
Author: redvelvetcanopy
Main wizard: Severus Snape
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy
Rating/Warnings: P-13/R
Genre: Romance/Despair
Word count: Exactly 500
Prompt: Her eyes gleamed wickedly as she untied the laces.
It may be helpful to read Chicago Blues I here and Chicago Blues II here first.
Chicago Blues III
“Use caution, Narcissa,” Severus chastized. “Traipsing about without your wand at the ready is unwise.”
“I know, Severus,” Narcissa managed, sniffing delicately.
“Dry your tears, witch. No harm has been done.” That dress is too revealing…restrain yourself from these schoolboy fantasies!
Softly, a sultry song wafted through the stifling air. Piano notes wrapped themselves around bass thumps as a throaty-voiced singer poured into a black sequined dress began to sing in a slow, tortured fashion.
Baby, baby, baby.
Why do I want you so bad?
Baby, baby, baby.
You’re like nothin’ I ever had.
The tempo made Severus think of making slow love on a hot night.
Narcissa’s gaze followed his as she glanced toward the stage. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Things are so different now. My needs are so alien to me, so…primal,” she noted, waving her hand toward the petrified man behind her. “It’s so difficult…living this way, day after day. I need you, Severus…in ways that are surprising me.”
Needs indeed, Narcissa. The strap of Narcissa’s silk dress slid off her shoulder as she hugged herself, and without thinking, Severus reached over and with a thin finger, slowly moved the strap back into place. Startled by his own actions, he quickly looked at her. She was staring at him again, blue eyes brimming with something altogether unfamiliar. And then, without meaning to, without trying to, Severus realized the exact nature of Narcissa’s suffering. Immediately, he stood, offering his hand to her. “Dance with me.”
Leading her to the crowded dance floor, Severus turned and held her, his fingers feeling the velvet of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. As Narcissa’s hand slid across his shoulder to find the back of his neck, Severus pulled her close. His thighs grazed hers and he resisted the urge to grind his hardness against her.
Narcissa’s mouth curved slightly, and her eyes roamed his face before she rested her cheek against his. Severus could feel her breath whisper by his earlobe and her breasts rise and fall against his chest.
Linked together, they moved sensually with the music, playing out the song’s theme of desperate passion. When Narcissa curled her other hand around him, he trailed one hand low on her waist and the other on the dampening skin between her shoulder blades, urgently pressing her against him, making his intent clear.
He felt her intake of breath and then the arch of her body as she intensified their contact. Just before the song ended, he led her to a darkened, empty hallway behind the stage. Severus kissed her with feral hunger, tasting her, drawing her tongue out, feeling her moan into his mouth.
A thought later, they were standing inside Narcissa’s bedchamber.
“Your shirt is so old-fashioned, Severus,” Narcissa murmured. “The lace-up style went out with Grindelwald.”
Severus knew now that Narcissa was not the meek, supplicant witch he had formerly thought. Her eyes gleamed wickedly as she untied the laces.
Author’s Notes: With all respect to Blue Chicago, which an entirely respectable club where decent witches would be very UNlikely to be assaulted by Muggles. There are three locations, but I’ve only been to the one downtown (I took liberties with its placement). If you go, prepare to be seduced…by the music.