Step #4: Consummation

I said this youthful heart can love you and give you what you need
But I'm too old to go chasing you around
Wasting my precious energy

Professor Snape walked Sylvie back to her room. Neither said a word. When they reached her door, he took his cape from her shoulders, ready to go to his own room.

"Wait," said Sylvie. "I think we need to talk."

"We will speak tomorrow."

"We will speak now," she said forcefully, grabbed him by his shirt front and pulled him into her room.

She turned to face him. He was glad to see that her hair had settled down and was moving slowly. "What did you mean by your comment?"

He knew it would be foolish to pretend he didn't know what she referred to. She was not one who would let the manner drop. It was best to be direct with her.

"I had heard that you have…" he paused, how to say this without getting another slap, "…been with many men."

"I assume you mean as lovers."

He nodded, not looking at her. He was extremely uncomfortable and would rather be giving his most prized possessions to Harry Potter than to be having this conversation. However, she stood between him and the door and he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to leave the room without both of them getting physically hurt.

"And what number would you consider to be 'many'."

Snape had no idea what to say. He hadn't thought in terms of quantity. He had just focussed on the fact that she was making a fool of him.

"I don't know, twenty, fifty, a hundred. More than that?" he squeaked in surprise when she didn't say anything.

"Three."

"I beg your pardon."

"I have had three lovers, all have been long term relationships. I'd like to know where you heard such a thing."

He couldn't tell her the truth but then, what was the truth? When he thought back on the conversation, Dumbledore had never said she had many lovers. He said she enjoyed the attention of many men. What exactly had he meant by that? He had interpreted it as lovers.

Although he would never consciously admit it, Severus Snape was very insecure when it came to women. He had been rejected by the one female he loved in a romantic way. He pretended to himself that women didn't matter, that romance didn't matter, that desire didn't matter. That was something for other people. He was above that. Now that an extremely attractive female was showing an interest in sharing all of these things with him, his insecurity whispered that it was because she was sex crazed, even with no evidence to support it. There must be something wrong with her if she wanted him. He was destined to be alone.

She was still waiting for an answer. Perhaps the best way out of this was to grovel a bit, as much as that pained him, but probably not as much pain as he would feel if he maintained his usual superior manner.

"I am very sorry and ashamed that I thought such a thing of you. I misinterpreted something that I overheard."

"Who said what," she deadpanned.

Well, evasion wasn't going to work. He'd have to tell a little white lie. "I did not hear who was speaking but it was something like 'she's so beautiful she must have many lovers' but I heard it as you have many lovers."

Sylvie didn't believe him for a minute. He was a very exact man. He wouldn't make a mistake like that. She would just have to let it go for now. Maybe someday she would find out what was actually said and by whom.

She leaned against the door and crossed her arms. "I don't know what to do with you Severus. I'm just going to have to say it straight out since you don't seem to be getting my hints and I keep getting mixed signals. I want you to be my lover."

His brain froze. The only thing that came out of his mouth was "why?"

She gave a whisper of a smile. "Professor McGonagall said the very same thing to me the first day I saw you. She, along with many others I'm sure, thought I would be interested in Professor Lockhart. Nothing could be further from the truth. He's like cotton candy. It looks good on the outside but it doesn't fill you in any way and leaves you with an aftertaste and a sick feeling in your stomach. He's superficial. From the first moment I saw you, I felt desire but I also felt an instant connection. I think it's fate. The more I got to know you as a person, the more I liked you as a person. You are intelligent, witty, interesting, sarcastic and although most won't think it a compliment, you have that tiny streak of cruelty in you. I'm sure you've noticed that I'm not always a nice person. But you also have that gentleness and chivalry that you try to hide. Our brief moments of physical contact have left me panting for more. And so I say to you, 'I want you to be my lover' but I will not force it. It is your choice. If you choose not to, then I will respect that and give up all pursuit. I will treat you the same as I treat all the other professors. But if you say yes, it will be magic."

His face was stricken as he battled with himself, his fists clenching and unclenching. She moved away from the door to indicate that he was free to leave. He considered what she had said and made his decision. He walked toward her saying, "yes, yes."

Before he could say a third 'yes', he captured her face in his hands and her lips with his. Sylvie enjoyed kissing. It was the spark that made her body ready for more. The kissing was good but it would be so much better if he had fewer clothes on.

"You are wearing too many clothes," she said as she pushed him on the bed and soon had him down to his shirt and underwear. He wore boxers, her favourite. He refused to remove his shirt but at least he allowed it to be unbuttoned to reveal his chest. His body was not one that would inspire fantasies with most women but Sylvie didn't want what most women wanted. She didn't care that most would consider him too thin, with spindly limbs. His arms felt good to her as he pulled her closer. Muscles had never attracted her. His chest had some hair but nothing excessive and, from what she could feel, he didn't have hair on his back. She also didn't like hairy men. She loved his hands. They were large and made her feel desirable. Hmm, large hands, large nose, large feet.

Yep, that was definitely a large bulge wanting to break free from his boxers. He was sitting up in her bed against the back board. She was straddled on top of him, allowing her hands to roam from his hair, down his face and chest to his nipples, standing at attention. She needed the same from him.

"Undress me Severus," she whispered. He paused from sucking on her neck, looked into her eyes as he pulled her night shirt off. She was completely nude. He suddenly forgot how to breathe as her body was revealed to him at last. Her breasts were full, but not overly large. Her skin shone in the candlelight. Though she had not thought it possible, his bulge seemed to increase in size.

"Touch me Severus," she instructed. Tentatively, his fingers lightly touched the enlarged nipples and she gave a long low groan. Emboldened by her response, he rubbed the engorged tips as she began to whimper. She was very sensitive and his light touch was driving her crazy. He removed his fingertips and caressed her breasts with his whole hands while kissing her passionately.

As he came up for air, she gasped, "Kiss me, kiss me here, please." She pulled his head down and offered herself to him. He kissed her there, then decided to experiment. His tongue circled and then he drew her into his mouth and sucked. Sylvie just about shot off the bed as the feeling went straight to her core.

"Not good?" he asked.

"Too good", and she offered the other breast for the same treatment. After a few minutes, she gasped, "I can't wait any longer." She pulled off his boxers, grasped his erection and eased herself onto him. "Oh my God."

"Too good?"

"Yes." Then he couldn't speak as she started to move. She was so close. She could feel it start to build. Almost, almost.

Remaining inside, he flipped her over and drove into her. Sylvie screamed as her body tightened and waves of pleasure radiated out. He felt her reaction and could hold back no more. He groaned and bit into her shoulder as his orgasm took him. He collapsed on her.

Sylvie pushed against him. "Too heavy." He flipped over on his back and she followed, snuggling into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. They both took a few minutes to slow their breathing.

She looked into his eyes. "That was incredible. I've never, well, I've never had an orgasm from inside." She snuggled back into his arms and her breathing slowed. He gently moved her onto the bed and dressed. She slept with a smile on her face. After softly kissed her forehead, he went to his own bed with a smile on his face.