A/N: Hey everyone! This is a lemon-scented chapter for you all, since you've been so good! I hope you all enjoy, and thanks to everyone for the reviews! Keep 'em coming!
She had spent the majority of her lazy sunday morning looking for it, tugging up everything, looking everywhere. She threw the comforter off her double-wide four poster yet again, she looked under the pillows, under the bed, in the desser next to her bed, on her desk...everywhere. She pulled the burgundy cushions from the window seat up, seeing if maybe it had fallen in between them somehow, in every drawer her room contained, even in the bathroom she shared with Severus -
She let out a groan of frustration, of course, why hadn't she thought of it before.
She threw the door to her bedroom open, strutting out into the common room, the fire crackled even though the early afternoon sun was shining in, but because it was the end of October it was getting to be seriously chilly. She looked around the empty common room, the armchairs void of any belongings, as was the couch, but the coffee table held his messenger bad so she knew he was still here.
She marched over to his door and grasped the knob forcefully, pushing the door open with anger. She didn't bother knocking, if he was in a compromising position well, even better! He would have to listen to her then, no running away or changing the subject. She almost hoped she would find him in there alone, the shades halfway drawn, his hands down his pants palming the hard flesh -
Wait, what?
No, Lily. Don't let your mind go there, not now, not ever. Remember?
She scolded herself, shaking her head, that was not what she wanted and now wasn't the time to think about Severus' naked flesh anyway. Not that she would want to think about his naked anything, she shouldn't even be thinking about that, it was such a strange thought to even think, why had it even appeared in her mind. She cut off her mental rambling, seeing as she had just busted into Severus' room and he was looking at her inquisitively from where he sat on the bed. He was leaning against the headboard, a book in his hands, papers scattered around him on the bed, he was still in a pair of loose pajama pants and a v-neck undershirt.
His attire was complete with a raised brow, "Yeah?"
She slammed the door behind her, sauntered over to where he was, and ripped the book out of his hand, finding that the book was indeed filled with his tiny, erratic scrawl, she tossed it back to him. He looked her over, disbelief in his dark eyes, she stood before for him in nothing more than her little pale green boy shorts and a slightly baggy, white v-neck, her hands on her hips and an angry scowl on her pretty face. He tried not to let that destract him from her overly dramatic entranced and invadement of his personal space, even if he could clearly see her hipbones and the fact that she wasn't wearing pants...
"What are you doing?"
He didn't get a response though, instead she asked a question of her own, impatiently waiting for him to answer her.
"Where is it."
He quirked his brow yet again at her, "Where is what?"
He watched her huff and stop her foot, it was kind of amusing to see her act so childish, but he also knew her temper, so he didn't mock her out right. Plus, he was enjoying seeing her in a tizzy, with her hair all tousled and thrown about her like she had been leaning foward and flipping back it all morning, in little to no clothing, staring at him with intense green eyes. It was all kind of arousing, and the fact that she was in his room with the closed wasn't helping any.
"My book!"
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. "Lily, you really couldn't be more descreet if you tried." He brought one of his long legs off the side of the bed, bending the other, and turning in his bed to face her more properly. He wasn't sure if it was because of his new startling revelation about their attraction to eachother, or, once again, the fact that she was standing before him angry and very much almost naked, that he was being so cavalier about her busting into his room.
"I'm talking about my book, the one I've been writing in since I was eleven, you know, the one you gave me for christmas in first year."
He shrugged his broad shoulders, "Why would I have it?"
She looked at him with appaul, her wide eyes becoming even more so, as she thrusted her hands, from where they had been safely clutching her hips, out into the open. But, she seemed to be at a loss of words after that, he looked up at her expectantly. As much as he would've loved to keep her all riled up, to make her more hot and bothered than she already was, he didn't like being accused of something that he actually didn't do. What surprised him was how he wasn't already yelling, he usually would've been insanely worked up at her storming into his room, angrily demanding something that he supposedly took.
But he wasn't, intstead he was calm about it, actually wondering what had happened to her lost item, and really wanted to know if she was wearing a bra right now or not - No, that was not something he was interested in. But, he was actually curious as to why he didn't mind her presence as much as he normally did, because usually he avoided her to a) not feel guilty about something she was trying to make him feel guilty for, b) not feel angered by her neanderthal boyfriend and his cronies, or c) avoid the onslaught of heat he felt rush through him when she was near.
"I dunno! But, it's gone and I've looked everywhere for it, it was only logical that I come to see if you took it."
He nodded, "Okay, but you don't need to be so hostile about it." He threw in a snear for good measure, even if it was half hearted.
"You really haven't seen it?"
Her hands appeared at her sides, her shoulders slumped slightly, anger no longer really evident in her voice. He shook his head at her, shrugging one of his shoulders, he did find it rather odd though. She had been using that book since he gave it to her, charmed it to never run out of paper, and never once had she ever lost it, so it just seemed odd to him.
"Are you sure you didn't just leave it in your room at home? I mean, you do have a tendency to lose things in that disastor you call a room."
His tone was helpful and teasing, almost soothing as he asked her, as if he was trying to comfort her for some reason. All this...range of emotions from him was starting to confuse her more than she already was, but she decided that, atleast for now, she would go along with it. He was talking to her like he used to after all, it was almost as if they were friends once again and he was messing around with her to calm her down, God, no one had done that to her since, well, since Severus. She wondered if she played it up, would he respond?
She chuckled lightly, not looking him in the eyes, instead looking at the plush carpet, wondering if it would really work, but it came off as if she were still upset about her book being lost, which she was, this was just more interesting at the moment.
Physical contact.
Thats what she was aiming for, she was always the one to initiate the physical contact between them, and with him being so...open right now she wondered if he would initiate it first, like he sometimes would when they were still friends. She knew it sounded kind of low, but for some reason she yearned for it.
"Hey." She lifted her eyes from the ground to his, even sitting on his bed he was tall, she bit on her full bottom lip and watched as his gaze left hers and went to her mouth. He grasped her wrist lightly in his large hand, his thumb subconciously moving slowly over the inside of her wrist. "Don't worry, I'll help you find it."
She was mentally jumping, she wasn't sure what this meant, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him any longer. They may have an insane amount of things to work out, to discuss, but she came to the overwhelming realization that she needed him, and even more than that, she wanted him. In more than one way.
She nodded her head towards him, "Okay."
He was still looking into her eyes, it was like he couldn't stop himself. He hadn't meant to grab her wrist and start to stroke it, but she had just looked so...lost. He knew how she operated, he knew that when something she held so dearly dissapeared, well it messed her up just slightly. He couldn't blame her, if his own book had mysteriously vanished, well there would be hell to pay that was for sure. He couldn't help but wonder what she had written in that book of hers, she never let him read it, ever. He had always sort of hoped that she wrote about him in there, and thats why she had never let him see it, he hoped that she dreamed of him as he dreamed of her, if she wrote down all the naughty thoughts she had - and if any were about him...
Yes, he could definitely understand her desperate need of that book in her possesion, he just hoped that she was smart enough to charm her personal belongings as he did his. There was no way anyone was going to be reading his naughty thoughts about the Gryffindor Princess herself, that's why he had his locked up tight, only he could read it, all he had to do was put the charm back on and then BAM!, fort knox.
She decided to push her luck a littler further and sat down on the bed next to him, she turned on her side, mirroring his image with one leg off the bed and the other curled beneath her. She saw something flash through his eyes at the sight of her on his bed, but before she could analyze it, the look in his eyes was gone and he was talking to her again.
"So, where was the last place you saw it?"
"Well, I had it a few days ago, I put it in my bag before we headed out for breakfast. I had and insane amount of homework so I never took it out of my bag, until I went for it this morning and it was gone. I literally looked everywhere."
She was looking around his bed, anything to keep from his intense gaze, which she could feel burning a hole into her bare skin. She had been absentmindedly running a hand down her thigh and back, just a nervous habit she had aquired from over the years, but it was then that she really noticed that, well, she wasn't wearing anything to cover her. She was sitting here on Severus' bed, in her underwear and a t-shirt, rubbing her bare skin as she told him something he probably wasn't even listening to.
She sighed, no wonder he was being so nice..., she was practically throwing herself at him, or so she thought it seemed.
"Well, do you think someone might've taken it?"
She rolled her eyes playfuly, "Well yeah, hence me storming in here and demanding my book." She chuckled lightly at the absurdity of it all.
"I meant, someone who wasn't me."
She shrugged her shoulders, thinking of who might've taken her book and when they could've taken it, seeing as it was in her bag after all. She looked at all the parchment sitting around them on the bed, she picked up a peice and read it. School word, boring. She had hoped it would've been something interesting, something to comment on.
"I was attempting to finish Flitwick's essay before you barged in here all hands-on-hips and accusatory."
She rolled her eyes at him again, pushing his shoulder lightly, showing that she was teasing with him and that she hadn't taken what he just said seriously. It was the sarcastic drawl in which he said it, the light conversational tone of his voice, that show he was only joking with her.
"Well I thought you had it, that's all. I was in a mood."
He chuckled slightly, knowing this to be true, once Lily had her hot pants on there was no stopping her. He watched as she sifted though the mess of belongings on his bed, it was mostly just blank or scribbled out parchment, some quills, a few school texts, and the of course the little black book she had ripped from his hands and tossed back onto the bed somewhere. The same book she now held in her delicate hands, panic flooded him for a moment as she opened it, but then he realized that there was a charm in place, so she wouldn't be able to read it anyway. All she would be able to read were trivial, non-important or incriminating things.
"So, is this the mysterious journal you were always writing furiously in?"
She had a lovely, teasing smile on her face as she looked up at him through her lashes, the book open in her hands. He shrugged one broad shoulder halfheartedly, "No more mysterious than yours was, you just would never let met read yours."
She scoffed, "Like you would've let me read yours, thats why I never let you read mine."
He rose a brow at her, "Well your holding it now, aren't you? Open and everything." He smirked, "And I've yet to jump you for it, so, by all means."
He guestured for her to go ahead and read away, she narrowed her eyes at him, a lazy smirk plastered on her lips. She wasn't stupid, she knew he had some sort of spell on his journal, he would've easily wrestled her for it if the charm wasn't in place. Which, if she was being honest with herself, didn't sound all that unpleasant.
She looked down at the black book in her hands, and flipped through it, she held it up closer to her face so she could actually read his tiny scrawl. For the most part she did see trivial, mundane things, for Severus anyway, new spells, ideas for new spells, ideas on how to improve different potions, how much he hated Potter...but then her eyes widened considerably at what she saw,
July sixteenth,
Why does she have to make everything so bloody difficult? She wants to go in the water, she doesn't want to go in the water, she's hot, she's tired. So what does she do? She strips down into barely nothing, down to her knickers, her knickers, and drags me into the lake with her. Doesn't she see what she's doing to me? Well, actually I hope she doesn't because that would be rather embarrassing trying to explain why I have a massive hard one while shes completely soaked in nothing but her underwear. Seeing as I am her best friend after all, and only her best friend. Bloody tease that she is...
She skipped a couple pages, trying not to let him know that she was actually reading his journal, his real thoughts on all matters relating to her. And there were alot, she even had to hold in a blush at a few of them.
April twenty-third,
Lily's birthday is coming up, a few days away, I'm nervous about what she'll think of my gift...I'm always nervous about what she'll think, it's almost become a standard emotion by now. It goes along with other emotions I've come to identify with her: rage, love, annoyance, frustration, lust, and now, nervousness. But, I think it has something to do with the, yet another, dream I've had about her. In this one, we in the potion's classroom, very typical us, studying all innocent like until she, unrealistically, bent over the desk to grab something.
Thats when all hell broke loose, her skirt was much shorter than she normally wore it, and she was actually wearing the knee highs that the other girls wear which surprises me, I enjoy the sight of her bare legs but for some reason paired with the too-short-skirt, it's just driving me insane. She then strutts over to grab more ingredents from the cubbord, but even with the length of her legs shes not tall enough, so I go to help her, I grab whatever she was reaching for and hand it to her. Of course she drops it, as she does in every one of these potions-themed dreams, giving me a delicious view of her plump behind, squeezed into those little cotton panties I've seen her in. When she stands back up her wild, untamable hair is hanging around her and somehow out of that high ponytail she had, had it in.
She bites at her bottom lip, knowing how it drives me wild, and proceeds to back me up until my back hits the Proffessor's desk. She puts whatever was in her hands down on one of the open desks and turns back to face me, her intense gaze never leaving mine. She was the dominate one in this dream, I guess I was feeling submissive the day before, I wonder if Lily had noticed the pattern that had started to form...whenever I had a dominate wet-dream I tended to let her be more incontrol the next day, it happened that way for submissive dreams as well, I tended to get a bit forceful with her, in all honesty, she didn't seem to mind when I got a little rough, she thought it was just a joke. If only she knew...
She had reached up and ran her hands through my hair, tugging lightly like she did sometimes, it really got me going and I hoped she never noticed before. But dream Lily did, and she smile cheekily at the fact that she could get me to rise so easily, because literally all she did was touch me and I'm already hard, as it happens in real life too. But she turned from me and went to hop up on the Proffessor's desk, I settled between her opened thighs, she ran her hands through my hair again as I wondered if she could feel me, feel what she did to me, how wild she drove me -
"Jeez, you act like my mundane bullshit is so captivating."
She looked up from where she had been intently reading, she knew that she had a blush rising. Lord, it was like reading one of those trashy muggle romance novels her Mother read, it made her all hot and bothered, and she could feel the wetness start to drip on her panties. What made her squirm with desire even more was that this was written about her, by Severus, who apparently had been having dreams about her, hot dreams!, since they were young.
"I wouldn't exactly call you and I undulating with desire in the potions room mundane, unless you have something insanely sexual in here that I have yet to read."
She had played it off cool, like what she had just read hadn't fazed her in some way, like her heart wasn't pounding in her chest or her panties weren't becoming soaked by his written words. She watched as his brows burrowed in confusion before realization dawned on him, his eyes darted between her and his book, a fresh blush starting to rise on his pale skin. He went to reach for the book but Lily moved it out of his reach, she jumped up off the bed, running for the door with his journal in her hands, but he was too fast. She had barely made it two steps from the bed when he tackled her to the ground, the book was now closed so he had no idea exactly what she had read, but he knew that if it was one of the potions classroom ones, then he should be a tad worried. At least it wasn't the one about her kitchen...
He wrestled her for the book, she was on her stomach, laughing as she struggled to move with his dead weight on her. "Severus! Your squishing me!"
"Give me my journal and I'll get off you!"
He could still hear her chuckling, he knew that she wasn't laughing at him for what he had written, because he clearly saw the blush on her cheekbones. She was trying to cover up her own embarrassment, her own desire, thats why she was laughing. Also, because she probably did think this whole situation was a tad funny, but because those were his personal thoughts about her, he didn't think it was funny at all.
He covered the length of her body with his own, pinning her to the ground with whatever weight he had. She was on her stomach, her hands to her chest under her, holding the black book to her chest tightly, he was reaching under her to grab it. He could feel her shifting, wiggling her hips in an attempt to move the book. She brought her hands down low, pushing her behind up and he sighed, had she really just done what he thought she did?
"Did you really just put my book in your underwear?"
She chuckled, "Maybe."
He was breathing hot into her ear, the pressure of his solid body above hers was driving her kind of wild, making her bold. She kind of enjoyed this teasing, touchy, banter they had going on, she missed it, becuase even though this was a little in the extreme, they had played like this before. She just hoped it didn't catch up to her.
"And you don't think I won't go down there and get it?"
She could almost feel the quirk of his brow, the narrowing of his eyes, the tight clench of his jaw. She let out a sigh at the thought, why was this turning her on so much? Oh yeah, because her ex-best friend, who she realized she was attracted to, has naughty thoughts about her, even when they were friends, and is now covering her scanitly clad body with his own. Right.
"No, I know you will after what I just read."
There was teasing in her voice, she wasn't trying to hurt his feelings, but she needed him to know that she read it and she wasn't going to pretend otherwise. Great, now he had to deal with this on top of everything else.
He let out something that sounded like a growl, making goosebumps appear over her skin, and reached his hand down under her. Her breath hitched in her throat as his hand slide over the front of her panties, cupping her almost. She let out a moan at the feeling, no one had ever touched her so intimately...James had tried but she always shot him down, saying it was strange that he wanted to actually touch her down there. But when Severus' hand made contact with her aching flesh, it was like he was the only one ever suppose to touch her there.
She felt him stiffen, he hadn't realized that she didn't actually put his journal in her knickers, she had only been teasing him, testing him. And he had quickly pushed his hand under her and was now cupping the front of her wet, boyshorts. God, he felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine and straight to his groin, he was actually, really, touching Lily Evans, in one of the many ways he had thought about over the course of them knowing each other. He had frozen at the sound of her moan, and had yet to pull his hand away from her. He knew that he should, that he should take his hand and move off of her, and run out of the room before he did something stupid. But, when she bucked her hips back into his hand, causing friction to glide over her mound, well he forgot what he was suppose to be doing and moved his hand over her.
He was still above her, basically straddling her thighs, her plump bottom pushing right into his hips, into his hardend length. He supported most of his weight on his forearm that was paralell to her head, he started to move his other hand slowly, so slowly, over her knickers, causing yet another moan to spill from her mouth. He could never get enough of that sound, it was like a pure cleansing for his soul, which was ironic seeing how it only spurred him to keep going and made his length that much harder.
Lily started to breath in pants, and she realized that now would be the most opportune time for him to try and take the book, she figured that the only reason he had continued to touch was so he could grab the journal when she wasn't thinking about it. She stuggled beneath him, turning so that she was facing him, they were now chest to chest. It surprised her that he hadn't moved off of her when she wiggled to face him, maybe she had been wrong in her assumptions that he was just doing this to get the journal - which was now under her, in the back of her knickers.
She looked up into his eyes, his forearm still holding most of his weight, his other hand lay lightly on her hip. He looked down at her, unsure of what to do now, he found that he actually didn't want to move off of her, he didn't want to leave her laying on his plush carpet, with her cheeks ablush and her hair all tousled and wild around her, especially not with the way she was looking at him right now.
They were alone, in his room, the door closed. They had nowhere to be, nothing to do for the whole day, no obligations or classes, no reason to see anyone. It was like the universe had put them in this exact perdiciment to see what they would do, so that the fates could get a rise out of their pain.
But, it was like a wild fire had started in the forrest, there was such tension between them, anger, frustration, lust, sorrow, rage, and love...
When she had looked into his dark eyes, her own eyes wide with such a yearning in them - a yearning for him, biting at her bottom lip...well, it was as if they couldn't stop themselves. They both moved quickly, their lips brutally attacking the others, he fought for dominance, she fought for passion. She brought her arms up around his neck, wrapping her fingers around his silky hair. That was a common misconception about Severus, his hair might've looked greasy in the sun, but it was only because his hair was so black, it was actually insanely soft and was often jealous at why her hair couldn't be like that.
He bit at her bottom lip and it made her cry out, a moan soon following after, she should know not to tease him like that, Lily nibbling at her bottom lip always made him excited and she needed to learn not to do it, unless she wanted him to bit at it as well. She snaked one of her hands down from his hair to where his hand was grasping tightly at her hip, she grabbed it in her own and trailed it down to the front of her knickers. She knew he wanted to touch her, and in all honesty, she wanted him to.
His hand stayed put for a few moments, her own hand lightly grasping his forearm, he was hesitant almost. She licked the inside of his mouth as they kissed, slowly and purposely, showing him that she wanted him to. She bucked her hips against his, he nipped at her bottom lips again as he brought his hand back up a little, the feeling sending shivers down her spine, before bringing his hand back down, this time under her knickers.
She pulled her mouth away from his, throwing her head back, and moaning loudly. He had always wondered whether Lily would be quiet or loud in the bedroom, he supposed that he was going to find out, and from the looks of things, he already knew.
He kissed down her jaw, down her neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses. He moved his inexperienced hand over her necked flesh, just feeling her mostly, but that seemed to be just fine to Lily, who was mewling like a cat. He thought back to something he had read once in a muggle book, and experimentaly brought his thumb to the top of her slit and started to rub small circles.
Whatever he was doing seemed to be working, because Lily tightened her hold on his hair, tugging it - and true to what he had wrote in his journal - it was driving him wild. Not that all of this wasn't, because he now had enough material to add to his spank bank that would last him a very long time. Just the look on her beautiful face, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her head thrown back in obvious ecstasy. God, it was killing him.
He let the rest of his hand trace over her before he added a long finger into her, God, she was so tight, so hot and wet. It was literally killing him. If possible she moaned louder than before, bucking her hips foward to meet his hand, "Ah! Sev - erus!"
He quickly added another, pulling them out slowly before thrusting back in, all the while his thumb stayed rubbing erratic circles over her clit. She cried out louder, clenching his forearm, and holding harder on his hair. He knew she was close, he could tell by the way she was moving her hips erratically, her back arching, the tossing of her head back and forth. He curled his fingers and hit some sort of spot because she literally just broke down, she yelled his name once more before her hips stilled, and she fell back down onto the carpet, spent.
She was breathing so heavy, her chest rising and falling, he could see the hardened peaks of her full breasts, well it looks like he got the answer to that bra question...He could feel the wet on his fingers, in his hand, soaking the fabric of her underwear. He wanted those knickers, those tight little pale green boyshorts, he wanted to hand them on his wall or put them under his pillow. He accomplished something with amazing ability and he'd be damned if he didn't get a trophy for it, namely in the form of her drenched knickers.
She opened her eyes for the first time since they had started to kiss, her skin was flushed, she looked a little sweaty, her eyes were wide and slightly disfocused, her hair all tumbled around her. She had never looked more beautiful to him than in this moment, now with no makeup on, all flushed and a slight blush to her cheeks, and completely spent after what he had just done to her. He liked how she looked beneath him, all pleasured and doe-eyed, he really thought he could get used to it...until he actually realized what had just happened. He supposed it was the teasing line that had just fell from his mouth, or maybe the genuine smile he let so easily slip onto his lips, that actually made him realize what they had done.
"I suppose we can now add this to our list of 'Firsts', huh?"
Her eyes widened slightly at his words, first because she never actually thought that he didn't know what he was doing, she hadn't assumed that he had never touched a girl so intimately before but she also just expected that he had...she was almost happy that she was the first girl his long fingers had ever touched.
But, then it hit her also, she had just let, and encouraged, Severus Snape to touch her in ways she wouldn't even let her own by friend. It startled her more than anything, but surprisingly, she didn't feel dirty, she didn't feel used, or disgusted. Instead she almost felt, glad. What she hadn't expected was his sudden removal from her body, the quick pull of his hand from her knickers, the force of his jump off her and into a standing position.
She sat up, looking at him from where he stood in front of her. He was breathing heavy, his hair disheveled and about every which way from where her hands had twisted it, his skin was flushed, and of course the ever obvious, the sight of his erection pushing at the confindes of his sleep pants.
He saw that her gaze had dropped from his face to the front of his pants, he clenched his jaw at the sight, it was the look in her eyes that startled him and left him begging. In her pale green irises, he saw not shame, or guilt, or anger at what they had done. No, he saw a hunger, a yearning, a fire, for more.
Thats when he knew he needed to remove himself from the room, he marched to the door, opened it, and walked out of his room. Leaving Lily on the floor, confused and angry, but not resentful.