Chapter 10 Truly, Madly, Deeply
Flashback
Tonks had taken to drinking in Snape's private chamber. She couldn't face Harry right now. They hadn't talked since that night. She didn't know how to act around him anymore. Even the Order meetings had become awkward.
Two more weeks had past and still not a peep from Severus. He would probably be pissed, if he knew she was using his personal space as a sanctuary. Tonks walked around his chamber naked. It was a muggy night and her clothes had begun to stick. She ran her fingers along every shelf, touched every phial, opened every book. She mocked him, "One must not touch, well, one is touching now." She blew a raspberry into his book, slamming it close.
It was past midnight and she had long given up hope that he would return tonight. Tonks crawled into his bed and let the alcohol lull her to sleep.
She woke to man grunting on top of her. Her legs ached. Her core burned. She moaned feeling him inside her. She knew this man. She knew his thickness. She remembered his grunts.
He paid no attention to her consciousness, only bending her knees higher, spreading her wider. Deeper, he thrusted. Faster, he pounded. She arched as her body tightened around him.
He thrusted a few more times, leaning in to suck on her shaking lip. He'd miss the witch. He would never admit it, but he'd thought of her often. He had done everything in his power, to make it back to her. Back inside her.
He had been pleasantly surprised to find her sprawled out on his bed. She was obviously drunk. The smell of alcohol filled his chambers, but she looked divine. And the temptation was too much. He had to have her. He'd been denied her cunt for too long. Severus shook against her, biting down on her lip.
"Welcome home Professor," she sighed.
He chuckled, rolling off her. Severus wrapped an arm around her, "Indeed." He pulled her into his chest, "Sleep now, my little minx."
Tonks shook her head, "I have tell you something-"
Snape laughed, "You're drunk love. Tell me tomorrow. Sleep now."
She snuggled against him, too tired to argue. She had missed him. Tonks melted into the smell of him and the feel of his body against hers. His deep breaths lulled her back to sleep.
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She woke to an empty bed. The shower running. Tonks smiled as the memory of last night came back to her. She ran a finger against her slit. "Ouch!" The bastard had really gone to town.
She couldn't remember how many times she woke to him buried inside her. She giggled. Litterly, he was a fucker. A marvelous, big dicked, horny fucker. Shit! Just thinking of him made her so wet again.. but there was something she had to tell him. What was it...
"Snape!"
He came running out of the bathroom, soaking wet. His hair dripped heavily, a puddle forming on the floor. A towel wrapped hastily around his waist, was all that covered him.
"Dora?" He pushed his hair back.
He had grown accustom to calling her that now. After months of bickering and weeks of her ignoring his advances, they had reached a middle ground. He refused to call her by her surname (it made him feel like, she was still his student) and she refused to answer to Nymphadora.
She sat up, breathing heavily, "He knows. Harry knows."
He arched a brow at her, "He knows what?"
She pointed to him, "About you and me." She threw her hands up, "He knows."
Severus shrugged, "And?"
She stared at him, wide eyes, "And!" She threw a pillow at him, "Is that all you can say?" She picked up another one, raising it above her head, "He fucking knows! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She threw it, hitting the wall behind him.
He ducted, nearly avoiding it. "Dora! I have to told you about that mouth of yours." Severus dropped the towel, letting it fall to the floor. He advanced on her; pinning her back down, "I'm going to have to punish you now."
She thrashed, trying to push him away, "Is that all you can think about? I just told you-"
Severus pulled up to the edge of the bed, "I don't care what Potter knows." She instinctively wrapped her long legs around him. "Since when does his enlightenment dictate who I can and cannot fuck." He pressed into her.
Tonks moaned. Even after a year, every time still felt like the first time. It was still as painful; still as good. She let him take what he needed. She always did. He was so rough and animalistic; the way he grunted and thrusted made her feel so alive. It was like he couldn't get enough of her. He pounded into her like a man dying of thirst.
He took everything she had. So many times, he had thrown her around like a rag doll. He abused her, biting and bruising every inch he could reach, but she understood his need. It was the need to mark her. He would never say it, but she belonged to him.
Her orgasms were his rewards and he reveled in them. He bathed in her juices, as they flooded him. He always thrusted through her climaxes, even if he had already cum. He wanted her limp and trembling. He wanted her to feel his claim.
She laid lifelessly on the bed, hands still clinging to his shoulders. Severus lowered his head and stared into her glossy eyes. His lips glided over hers, begging for entrance. She obliged, parting for him. Smooth and slick, his tongue massaged hers, while his hips lightly twitched. His limp cock, still buried inside her, began to stir again. Severus pulled back, staring into her eyes again.
"Dora. Do you want a boyfriend now?"
She stared at him, shocked, "I slept with Harry."
****Ha! No, I am not referring to the Savage Garden song... But I wonder if they were inspired by the movie? If you are a romantic... This is your movie! Rickman is super sexy! ****