Under His Spell

Part 13

As the festive season approached, the air at Hogwarts grew thick with the scent of pine and the whisper of snowflakes against the ancient windows. Inside the hallowed halls, the usual academic rigor was tempered by the holiday cheer, though for Professor Severus Snape, the end of term duties still loomed large.

It was on one of these brisk December afternoons that Eden, feeling particularly bold and playful, decided to stir up a bit of pre-holiday excitement. 

While at work in the lab, her mind wandered to Severus, and on a whim, she sent him a text, breaking the monotony of her day with a hint of their shared mischief. "When are you done with classes?" she typed, her fingers pausing over her phone with a smirk.

Severus, in the midst of grading parchments, checked his phone and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips—a rare occurrence in the classroom. "My last class ends at 4," he replied, his mind already running through the possibilities her question implied.

"I'll be in your office at 4:05. I have something I wanted to ask you," Eden's next message came, quick and to the point.

Severus raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued and a warning already forming in his response. "If you're playing games with me, you're going to regret it," he texted back, half a threat and half a promise, his curiosity thoroughly ignited.

The minutes until the end of his last class seemed to drag on unusually long, but finally, the clock struck four. Severus quickly gathered his things, his stride brisk and purposeful as he made his way back to his office, the anticipation of Eden's surprise quickening his pace.

Upon opening the door to his office, the scene that greeted him was even more provocative than he had imagined. 

There, in his chair, sat Eden. She was a vision of daring and desire, dressed provocatively and very much in the middle of a very intimate act. Her hand was between her legs, her movements slow and deliberate as she played with herself, her eyes locked on the door as if she had been waiting for this moment.

Severus stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze darkening with both arousal and the assertion of his authority. "Eden," he said, his voice a mix of reprimand and raw desire, "this is a bold move, even for you."

Eden looked up at him, her expression one of innocent challenge mixed with undeniable lust. "I thought it might be a nice Christmas surprise," she replied cheekily, her voice breathy with her arousal. "A way to start the holiday cheer a bit early."

Closing the door behind him with a soft click, Severus approached his desk, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what, exactly, were you planning to ask me?" he queried, leaning against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, the picture of controlled power.

She grinned at him saying wistfully, "It was about Christmas. But we can talk about it afterwards. I've been thinking about you all day. About that wonderful mouth of yours and all the things it could be doing to me."

Severus's gaze darkened with intent as Eden's words hung in the air between them, charged with an electric anticipation. "We'll discuss your Christmas plans afterward," he agreed, his voice low and husky, clearly indicating that any further conversation would have to wait. 

He moved swiftly to secure the privacy and discretion they needed, his wand flicking decisively as he cast spells to lock and silence the room. This was their world now, secluded from the rest of Hogwarts, where only their desires and whispers existed.

Without another word, Severus guided Eden to perch on the edge of his large, ancient desk, an imposing piece of furniture that now served as their altar of pleasure. The cold wood against her skin contrasted sharply with the heat emanating from both their bodies, a reminder of the depth of their connection that thrived on such intense contrasts.