I don't own any of these characters (unfortunately)
Chapter Three.
The week passes long and arduously. I'm standing outside the large wooden doors to the castle, facing toward the large expanse of land that surrounds it. I can already see her slim, tall figure lurking cautiously in the shadow of the trees that line the edge of The Forbidden Forest, waiting expectantly for my arrival, neither late nor early. I am careful not to run to her; although I want to, desperately fighting the pace of my own footsteps, I can't let her see the way in which I need my Headmistress.
With every stride I take, my heart begins to pound like that of a man being taken to the gallows, instead this is passion and not fear that thrums through my body. I look down at my feet so as not to arouse suspicion; although there is no one in sight, there is always someone watching at Hogwarts. My breathing becomes uncontrollable and I begin to feel light headed as I reach the flattened ground that signals the beginning of a woodland area.
It is then that she calls my name.
It is low and broken, filled with lust and desire, the immediate effect of wetness in my underwear almost unbelievable. I look to my left to see her standing there, a smile on her face that sends an electric pulse through my heart. I now do run to her, my tights becoming damp, wrapping my arms tightly around her and pressing our lips together hard. I kiss her like a starved child that hasn't been fed for weeks and she retaliates with equal thirst, her hands roaming smoothly over my body like it's been hers for years.
Our lips still together, our breathing audible through the small holes of our nostrils, she pushes me against the nearest tree with a hardened bang. Our lips part momentarily due to the impact and I let out a moan, which only encourages her to place her lips back onto mine. I slide slowly onto the cold ground taking her with me, until we are laying entwined like the trees roots that surround us. She pushes my hair back and begins ministrations to my neck; I feel her breath against my skin and it rises to her like iron filings to a magnet. She kisses so gently I can hardly feel her moving slowly down to my collar bone, pushing back my school shirt and loosening my tie. Although the sky above is dark and smoke billows from my mouth as I pant incessantly, the cold doesn't seem to penetrate; all I feel is my Headmistress. She slips a cold hand into my shirt and pushes my bra aside, her fingers eagerly running over my hardened nipple. I gasp and moan loudly into the evening air, my back arching up into her, whispering her name and feeling the familiar tingle from my abdomen to my groin whenever we meet in secret like this. She groans in satisfaction as fumbling I pull down my tights and underwear. She pushes my skirt upward revealing myself, and she moans once more as her eyes roll and flutter. Her hands wander up my leg and to my thigh, where she massages as she settles herself between my legs. I push myself wider; I'm almost screaming at just the thought of my Headmistress being in between my thighs. And as both of her hands come to cup my groin, I feel her warm breath against my folds. It feels as if the whole world has stopped, my hips twitch in anticipation and want. She begins growling quietly as she gently kisses me, teasing my wet centre and enjoying the pleas and sounds that are erupting from my vocal chords. And as her tongue trails its first swirled path around my tightened nub, I hear a noise.
I look sharply down at my Headmistress; she looks up with widened eyes like a rabbit caught in headlights. We both heard it.
We hear a noise.
A/N: Sorry it's been a while guys...
