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Ok now what?...she thought as she stood there in front of the laboratories with her hand ready to knock.
Her heart was racing and her breath was far too excited for her prudent nature. She swallowed and felt her throat dry. She lowered her hand and ran it through her hair, one more time looking about her. For the third time, she had decided against knocking and ultimately opening the doors. He was in there, she could hear him working, and she was burning to see him. Even though she knew this was very wrong. All of it, wrong and immoral, and yet, she couldn't help it. For three days straight she managed to sit silent in her apartments like a good little girl, playing housewife to Mark. She was trying hard to forget what happened between her and the Professor in the divination classroom, managing rather well when she was awake and occupied by other chores, but during the small hours of the night her mind was quick to return to her recent adventure—and she was more than willing to follow it. Truly appreciative about the way it worked her up effortlessly. While dwelling upon those thoughts her cheeks caught fire and rolling waves of regret washed over her.
This is Professor Snape you are thinking about...PROFESSOR SNAPE!...her mind yelled.
She turned herself about a couple of times, straightening her hair and worrying her lower lip with her fingers. He had been her teacher for seven years. He was always cold and distant. He didn't need a former student intruding on his privacy like this. She had never sported the idea of having this man. As a student the thought appalled her. As an adult, she found it impossible to connect emotionally with such a stony personality. They were worlds apart, age and experiences separating them. In fact, they had nothing in common, except that surprisingly powerful chemistry she had felt three days ago which had so easily exploded in her, wanton and sky high. The fire that he ignited within her was too strong to overcome and blazed too hot to forget. Mark never aroused her this much and certainly never so easily. Her future husband was still struggling with the basics, whilst her old Professor made her come undone—when she was still fully dressed—with just his hand. She felt the heat rising within just at the thought of him. It was the same heat that made her seek him out three days later. She wanted to experience him performing again, didn't she?
I do...but it isn't right, it isn't...and I am not a slut...her mind rebelled.
Of course she wasn't. Her parents never raised her to sport two men at the same time. She was against adultery, condemning men and women who performed it to hell's deepest tortures.
And yet here you are having done it once and now you are debating of doing it twice...her mind reminded her.
I just want to see him again, to discuss some things...she replied to herself.
Bollocks…you are just going to end up walking through that door, praying that he will touch you the way he did last time. Not only that, this time you are also going to wind up wishing for him to finish what he started.
'Shut it!' she ordered herself and she looked towards the door angrily. He had reduced her into a muttering fool.
Well done Professor. Only you could have done that...she winced and huffed.
Her traitorous little voice was right, wasn't it? She had come all the way down here with one thing on her mind...to make him have her. Why else would she wait impatiently for Mark to leave for his business trip το London for four days? Why else would she bathe thoroughly before leaving her apartments? And above all why else would she be standing outside his doors wearing no knickers...?
And no bra...her mind shook a finger in front of her face judgementally.
Another shameful wave made her stomp her foot. Her eyes looked at the intricate ceiling that had several spider webs at the corners. She was torn between her conditioned knowledge of righteousness—which labeled her an adulteress—and her deep raw need to see this man again; to have him touch her in her most private places and to touch him back. Maybe this time managing to give back some of the pleasure he gave her. Even though she knew how wrong all this was, even though she was betraying Mark and their engagement, she was still standing there expectantly. The butterflies were flying around her stomach, her chest was feeling peculiarly tight, her hands were terribly cold and there was pooling heat in her core. Which was lingering, eating her up, needing release. Unfortunately, Mark couldn't offer that release to her, only the man behind the door could; or at least she only wanted that man to offer it to her. She had been true to those contemplations as she denied Mark any sexual approach all these days.
You are such a hypocrite...she chastised herself and decided it best to let everything go.
She turned around angrily and took a couple of steps down the corridor, but then she stopped. All her anger got washed away by the need to see him again. She was blindly ignoring the heavy history he was carrying on his tired shoulders, not even thinking of who this man truly was, all in favour of her needs. She was sexually toying with a legend...
Wait a minute right there...
Was she toying with a legend, or was the legend toying with her? Three days ago he was the one taking all the appropriate steps to send her to a sexual crescendo. Yes, she had kissed him first, but he could have pretended it never happened. Contrary to every logical expectation he pursued and eventually claimed her. Funny thing was that she was ready to give more than what he had claimed that night. Instead of taking what she offered, he denied her the most intimate touch of all.
The kiss...
Surprisingly coldly, in a moment of passion, he pushed her away and his prickly words pointed towards her engagement ring. She couldn't really blame him. The man had a strange sense of honour. He didn't deny her the sexual release she wanted, but he denied her the intimacy and that particular bit nettled her beyond reason. It inflamed her need to see him even more, because she didn't get the full him. He didn't allow her to have him.
Jerk...she gazed at door with a warning flare that meant nothing to the wood.
This man was as commanding in sex as in everything else he was doing. As authoritarian in the erotic arts as he was in the classroom. He was urging her on with such hot suggestiveness that instead of making her mad, as Mark always did, the Professor made her wet. It was the first time in her life that she had great difficulty keeping silent. She covered her eyes in embarrassment when she remembered how she stifled her moans on his shoulder. She never thought that sex could be so explosive, and that was not even real sex. It was just foreplay, so this kind of pleasure was new and rather addictive. She wanted so much to open the door and look at his eyes again, and at the same time she wanted to keep that door closed and forget that she had committed this folly once...or maybe twice...
Her hand touched the handle 'Twice...yes...' she muttered and turned it.
Every single thought was forgotten under the sexual expectancy that thundered through her as she walked in and looked at him. Standing there in front of his cauldron working meticulously. His sleeves were rolled up and her eyes fell on his dark mark. His hair was tucked back into a loose ponytail, but several black locks were covering his temples and prominent cheekbones.
Downright sexy...she thought.
'Good afternoon, Professor' he spoke softly, without meeting her eyes.
He used her proper title for the first time since he saw her again. Was it a sign of appreciation, or a sign of distance?
'Good afternoon to you too' she answered back.
He gazed at her and immediately she felt too self-conscious. She passed her hands over her loose skirt and tried to forget that she was wearing no underwear solely because he had instructed her to do so...
'What are you doing here?' he asked.
'Well, I wanted to see how you were,' she replied with a small explanatory smile.
'I am keeping myself occupied,' he indicated his cauldron.
'How is the potion coming along?' she asked.
'Making good progress, I am hoping it will be ready by the end of the week' he said.
'Still in a hurry to leave, aren't you?' she mused over his elegant movement around the cauldron.
'Why would something like that change? Have you read the newspapers lately?' he asked. He dropped the scoop on the table and picked out an article. His lips curled up in annoyance.
'What are they saying now?' she asked with a deep frown.
'Read' he threw the paper in front of her dismissively.
The front page had an older picture of him and the title read: 'Professor Severus Snape has barricaded himself into Hogwarts. Officials demand to speak to him'. Below the impressive title, it wrote in smaller letters 'The Minister of Magic is being pressured to lift the wards of the School. The Wizengamot needs to intervene, the secretary of Internal Affairs declared'.
She looked at him thoughtfully, 'The Wizengamot? This is getting serious, isn't it?'
His lips dropped in disdain and he shook his head 'Yes'
'That's why you want to speed things up and leave?' she inquired.
'I don't want that particular group on my back.'
'I could talk to Harry for you...' she started, but he stopped her.
'...Don't bring Potter into this please. It is complicated enough as it is,' he said dryly.
'Well then I can talk to Minerva for you' she said.
'I will deal with whatever needs to be dealt with, in the appropriate time young lady' he replied.
'Very well then, is there something I can do for you right now to help you?' she took a root in her hand absentmindedly and began playing with it.
His eyes gazed at that and his brow lifted slowly. Then he rolled his eyes up to her, making her very aware of the way she was sitting.
'I don't know yet. Where is your husband?' he asked coldly.
'Fiancée...' she corrected.
'Fiancée then' he turned his attention back to the cauldron.
'He is off on a trip to London' she smelled the root. She was trying really hard to look and sound as casual as he was.
'Ah, when the cat's away…' his lips curled up in a lopsided smile.
She felt a pinch of anger, mostly because he was right. 'If you are suggesting that I waited for him to leave in order to come to you...you are mistaken!' she said haughtily.
'Am I?' he asked calmly.
His straightforwardness was painful, but she couldn't blame him for that. After a few tense moments, she felt her back relaxing in defeat and she rubbed her forehead 'No you are not. I couldn't...didn't want to come to you while Mark was still home,' she admitted with difficulty. If he wanted to be honest, then she had to try also.
'Does it feel good to sneak out behind his back?' he gazed at her steadily.
'It feels bloody immoral...' she muttered and returned his gaze with equal steadiness.
You want honesty? I'll give you some...
Was she the only that felt awkward about what took place between them? Did the implications bypass him completely? He looked totally unfazed. Standing there, stirring up the cauldron like nothing ever took place.
'Then why did you come?' he asked and pointed towards the bezoar root. 'Care to strip that for me?' he intoned the word and she blushed away from him.
'I told you I just wanted to see how you are doing' she took the knife and made a vertical incision to the root's skin.
'How do I look?' he asked quietly and observed her hands working.
'Rather well actually, you are gaining some weight,' she looked at him appreciatively.
'I am not going keep it on,' his insistent eyes burned her.
'Why?' she whispered.
'You stopped cooking for me,' his eyes looked at her lips.
You sly bastard...she smiled inwards, already knowing that she had all his attention. Exactly what she intended from the moment she opened the door.
'If I knew that cooking for you was so important, I wouldn't have stopped,' she responded. 'Is it…,' she cut herself off mid thought.
His eyes fell on her lips again and he swallowed hard, 'Is it what?' He closed the distance between them slowly.
She swallowed in nervous expectation as the first needy wave echoed through her body 'Important to you?' she tilted her chin to him.
'Well that depends' he replied softly.
'On what?' she offered the clean bezoar root to him and her hand stopped his advance.
'On what you are going to offer to me' he answered and he took hold of the root. He attempted to take it from her, but she didn't let it go.
he cannot become more suggestive than that...she thought and her throat went extremely dry.
'For the time being I am offering this root to you, is it enough?' her eyes fell on his lips.
He closed the distance between them and his thighs brushed on her knees. She stopped herself from opening her legs with a lot of effort.
Control yourself...her mind frowned.
He looked down at the root that they were both holding tightly. 'Good job,' he murmured silkily. His voice sending another needy wave through her body.
'On stripping a root?' she asked trying on purpose to sound as suggestive as him. She had forgotten all her restraints at that point.
'What else can I give you credit for? That's the only thing you have stripped for me.' His thighs pushed on her knees which parted for him willingly. He slid between her legs and came within breathing distance of her.
'You want me to strip anything else for you?' She bit her lower lip and felt her stomach tilting backwards.
He chuckled close to her ear and a pleasurable shudder rippled through her. 'Is it any use for me to inquire about your underwear?' he asked softly.
Her hands grabbed hold of his biceps and drew him in. 'What underwear?' she asked with a laboured breath that hitched sharply when his clothed hips ground on her naked womanhood.
That's it...that's it...her mind chanted as his lips pulled her earlobe in and his tongue played gently with it. His hand slid up her smooth thigh and pushed her skirt up.
'You are a very provocative little witch...' he kissed the sensitive skin under her earlobe and his tongue left wet trails down her neck.
"I am," she agreed eagerly and her eyes shut down when he began sucking the skin on her lower neck. When his thumb traced her nipple above the shirt, she gasped in pleasure. Her thighs pressed around his hips, locking him in place, and her body arched up to his touch.
'Today we are going to play a different little game,' he whispered and licked up to her chin, opening his mouth and biting on it gently enough not to hurt her, but hard enough to make her understand who had the upper hand at that moment. Her nails dug on his shoulder blades and she whimpered. When his hand traced softly over her centre and barely touched her, she felt her core melting and her insides clenching in need. The need to kiss his lips was almost unbearable.
I have to kiss you...
His hand wrapped around her nape and his fingers entwined in her hair. He pulled her back and his eyes gazed into her very soul. 'No kissing,' he whispered.
'Why?' she whined. His fingers parted and he cupped her wet naked mound demandingly. Hot fiery pain tore inside punctuated by a moan released from her throat.
'Are you mine?' he asked and the centre of his palm rubbed her taunt nipple gently.
'Look at me right now...' she muttered and tried to grind her wet mount on his warm hand. She needed some relief from all this pain. It was becoming unbearable. Why was he torturing her like that? '...what more do you need?' she breathed at him.
'You belong to your fiancée my beautiful lady' he replied quietly. His hand slithered under her shirt and cupped her breast, sending strong shivers through her.
Several throaty sonorants escaped her before she had the ability to create an intelligent sentence in response to that. 'Yet you have no issue claiming my body...'
'It is one thing to satisfy basic needs of the flesh...' his long finger parted her labia and got buried into her wetness. She inhaled sharply and lost all capability to think clearly. Her forehead dropped onto his shoulder and she bit on his shirt, feeling the dry tasteless cotton drying out her tongue.
Gods! I really don't want to discuss seriously right now...
'...and another to claim one's heart and soul. Yours are both taken' he said softly. His fingers circled around her burning core, but never touched it.
She should have expected that this man would be very strict when it came to intimacy of this level. She couldn't mind that he was denying her again. He had every right. She was still engaged, but at that particular point she didn't care about anything. All she only wanted was the satisfaction that his mouth was offering as it wrapped wetly around her nipple and rolled it with his tongue. A long-drawn moan grumbled inside her throat as his teeth bit on her tender skin softly.
'You are so silent...' he pulled back and blew cold air on her wet nipple. Her core overflowed with wetness and her thighs pressed on him. Her mind melted and her hips moved in front of his clothed body, pleased to feel his hardness accommodating her aching core. Her hand reached down to him.
His hand stopped her. 'Don't,' he whispered and licked her nipple one more time.
Why...?
He pushed her hand away, but she wrapped it under his armpit and drew him in. He moved to her neck and started sucking it hungrily. Hermione forgot about the need to kiss him and touch him. She forgot that they were still fully clothed and that she was sitting on one of the stools of her classroom with her legs wide open. Her eyes squeezed tight and she pressed her body on his, grinding rhythmically on his hardness, the roughness of his trousers rubbing angrily on her nub. The pitch of her soft moans was even with her movements and she didn't mind that she was building herself towards her climax without any assistance from him.
But he had other plans for her apparently. He surprised her by picking her up effortlessly. She wrapped her thighs around him tightly and frowned 'What are you doing?' her voice was the hoarse imitation of what she usually sounded like. He brought her to the counter and sat her on it.
'Lie down,' he pushed her down gently.
'What are we doing?' she asked truly confused. Her fingers were gripping his biceps tightly.
'I am asking you questions and you are answering. Ok?' he asked calmly.
She swallowing heavily 'Ok.'
'You are not very expressive in sex, are you?' his lips touched her lower belly and gave her a gentle kiss. Then his tongue came out and began tasting her skin.
She closed her eyes and pushed her head on the hard surface. 'No, I am not.'
'Why are you choking the need to express yourself?' he asked, and licked slowly down to her navel.
Her body jerked and she tried to push his head away from that ticklish area. 'I don't know...' she whispered and groaned unable to shake him off.
He took hold of her hands and pinned them to the desk. 'I think we should play a game.'
'Ok, what kind of game?' she murmured.
He opened her legs wide and revealing her womanhood. She felt strongly embarrassed and extremely turned on at the same time. His hand caressed from her knee, down to her thigh. His mouth kissed her labia gently and she inhaled in anticipation 'I will do my best to elicit a vocal response from you. You will do your best to suppress it. Let's see who wins...' he murmured softly upon her wet skin.
She nodded, 'Ok, although I think it's an unfair game...'
He chuckled, 'Open wide for me, my lady,' he said with a gentleness that was both commanding and respectful.
What the fuck is he doing? no one ever...Oh! Gods!...her mind stuttered. Her toes curled downwards in expectation and she felt his hot breath burning her. When his wet tongue parted her and then licked upwards, he instantly won the game, because she released a deep, throaty moan that echoed inside the laboratories, and her mind slowed down to a halt. She instinctively entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled him onto her. Her sharp breaths came wavering out of her chest. His hands took hold of her hips and held her still as he worked on her gently at first.
'You smell...divine...' he whispered and she arched her back and squeezed her eyes tight. This man had reduced all her being down to her centre—that was blazing with the fire he had ignited in her. Floored by his command over her, she lost touch with the world. As he lapped at her steadily she felt her already wound up tension, spiralling out of control quickly. She was going not going to last long with him buried down there. Her nails dug onto his skull and she barely registered his hissing objection. Her mind shut down to everything else apart from his tongue in her centre driving her mad with want, sending her quickly off the edge.
When he pulled her hands from his head and pinned them on the table again she groaned in objection, but he had an answer that muted her. He opened up his mouth and sucked her, whilst his tongue kept on with its steady caress. The combination proved too much for her control. The muscles of her thighs trembled and her belly tightened hard as she came apart for him with a high-pitched moan, that sounded too loud for the silence of this room. Ultimate pleasure riddled her, as the contractions made her body twitch and jerk. She bit on her lower lip and muffled another moan as her fingers tried to grab hold of him. He kept her arms pinned down and drunk her as her intense orgasm began to subside slowly. When she was starting to feel too sensitive to touch, he released her. Her arms fell limp, and her head rolled to her shoulder. She was softly panting and didn't want to open her eyes. He lowered her legs and placed his arm around her waist, pulling her up.
She winced in annoyance. It was her moment of bliss, she didn't that moment shuttered. 'Please give me a moment,' she whispered, breathless.
He didn't listen to her. He took her in his arms and walked towards his office. She leaned her head on his chest not really caring where he was taking her. He could take her wherever he wanted and do whatever he wished to her. She smiled content as they entered the study and her arm wrapped around his shoulder. He sat down and kept her in his arms. Then she felt something warm wrapping around her. She opened up her eyes and saw that he had covered her with a green blanket. In her sexual afterglow she felt taken care off and her heart filled with happiness. She cuddled inside his arms and rested her head under his chin. He caressed her back calmly and kept holding her for a long time.
'Why did you do that?' she asked quietly. Not wanting to disturb the serenity around them.
'I needed to sit down after this Mrs. Granger. I am not a young man anymore and I am still under recovery from a very serious illness,' he frowned.
'No, I mean this...' she pointed at the blanket. Today he treated her like a lover, not like a one night stand, like he had done the first time. She wanted to know why he was acting differently. She looked at him straight in the eyes.
'You seemed wasted and in need to catch your breath, Mrs. Granger,' he returned the look steadily.
She lifted her fingers and touched his cheek. 'After making me come undone so easily, shouldn't you make an attempt to call me Hermione?' she whispered and run a soft finger down the side of his face, which was unreadable.
His lips curled up contently 'I can try, if you make an attempt to wear a tight t-shirt I know that you own, more frequently.'
His mood turner caught her so unprepared that she laughed. 'That night I never expected that you would find me...I mean...I never intended for you to see me like that. It was totally inappropriate,' she said and turned all red in the face.
'It was actually very provoking,' he smiled and she felt an uncontrollable urge to kiss the up tilt of his lips.
'Can I call you Severus? It is only fair.' She flicked her shoulders.
'If you manage to overcome a seven-year-old conditioning, then be my guest' he replied cleverly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed his cheekbone with her forehead. 'I can try, but it will be very difficult. I mean everything in this is difficult. You see I never expected...you and me ...involved as we are right now,' she was not able to express herself openly.
'The only way we are involved right now, is the sexually,' he replied calmly.
'Well, I cannot blame you for not being straightforward,' she muttered and looked downwards in embarrassment.
'Yes, that particular trait of mine had caused a lot of grief in the past,' he replied.
'I don't care about the grief it can cause. I need that honesty from you at this moment,' she said and looked at him solemnly.
'About what?' he inquired.
'Severus...' she paused slightly at his name and then looked at him in the eyes. '...All this...I mean our situation is kind of awkward. Do you agree in this?' she wanted to know what he thought about all this.
He pressed his lips 'Is this your need to assert your position with your lover after having sex?' he asked, making her go red in the face.
'You could blunt the edges of your comments, they are very prickly sometimes,' she shook her head, half seriously.
'Too old to learn new tricks, so to the point Hermione. Our situation is rather...well...uncommon. I will agree to that,' he said and leaned his head back tiredly.
'It all seems to have happened so quickly. It is hard for me to settle with the idea that we are involved,' she caressed his shoulder lightly.
'It didn't happen so quickly...' his hand caressed the small of her back.
'You mean to tell me that you knew?' she raised her brow testily.
'After a certain point I was skeptical about you, yes; But what is the point in all this, what use is it of?' he asked.
'I don't know where I stand with you. I don't know where I stand with myself either. I feel very confused.' She closed her eyes in despair.
'Mrs. Granger, or rather... Hermione. You just enjoyed sexual activities with an old Professor of yours. It has happened before, I assure you. We are no novelty to the world,' he answered wryly.
'You mean it has happened to you before?' she frowned.
His countenance got darker and his eyes clouded 'When I was working...I had other things on my mind. Far more serious'
Of course, he was right. All those years ago, the last thing on his mind would have been to get erotically involved with anyone. He was living on a razor's edge all the time. And there was also Lily Potter. There had always been Lily Potter, right? A tight knot appeared in her stomach, but she brushed it away. 'Things you don't want to talk about, right?' she tried to approach him.
'Not really, Hermione. Besides I need to get back to work,' he said.
'No please don't go like you did yesterday. Remain for a little while.' She pressed her head under his neck.
He sighed and caressed her back softly, 'I made my intentions clear today. I am not going anywhere'
She felt her chest contracting at the implication of what he was telling her. Their situation was really precarious. 'Even though this was totally unforeseen?' she asked.
'Life is full of surprises,' he replied quietly.
'Even though I used to dislike you in the past?' she gazed at the warmth of his eyes.
'The fact that we shared some sexual experiences, doesn't mean you have to change such a strong conditioning,' he kept his intense gaze upon her.
'What are you talking about? I don't dislike you now...of course not!' she exclaimed and frowned.
He closed his eyes 'I gave you reason enough to dislike me even now. I won the game. You moaned hard enough to be heard at Minerva's office,' his lips curled up smugly.
She bit her lower lip and stopped herself from smacking his upper chest playfully. 'How can you be so casual about what happened between us? Tell me ...and if you can, teach me how to do it,' she said after a brief silent moment.
'So, should I get hysterical, just because my chemistry matched yours?' he replied casually.
'Even though I used to be your student?' She asked really unable to handle his coldness about all this.
He looked at her body with such suggestive appreciation that she immediately blushed. 'You don't look like my student anymore. You are a very appealing woman and I am a man that appreciates beauty. I see nothing complicated in all this, really,' he replied in a measured tone.
'Well thank you about the compliment. Tell me, has this calm facade been up your sleeve all along?' she asked.
'More or less,' he replied.
'Nothing to bother your serenity?' she asked feeling her nerves starting to jaunt from his ability to be so cold about something that burned hot red inside her own mind.
'Some things can,' he replied calmly.
'Oh, I love how you seem so easy about all this. Can you teach me how to do it?' she asked not managing to keep the irony out of her voice. She was getting really annoyed at him seeming so untouched by their encounter.
'What you need to experience in order to adopt this attitude towards life is so dark I would never wish it up on you,' he replied thoughtfully.
She felt deep regret and she lowered her head. Her finger caressed his torso and she swallowed heavily "I am sorry" she whispered.
"Never mind' he replied quietly.
She let uncomfortable silence roll between them for some time. When she saw that he didn't intend to rekindle the conversation, she took over. 'What do you suggest that we do about our non-situation?' she asked.
'Do you perchance mean, what are you going to do?' he asked.
'Me? Are you not part of this?' she asked with a deep frown.
'I am, and my part tells me that we don't need to do anything about this,' he replied carefully.
'You are vague,' she retorted.
'No I am specific. What do you want to do Hermione? That's the main point. Do you want more of this? Then come and I will offer you the satisfaction you seek. Do you want to forget it and get on with your fiancée? Then be my guest. Do you maybe want to have both?' he said with a twist of the lips.
'And all that would mean nothing to you, right?' she rather annoyed by his coldness.
'That's for me to know. The final decision is yours though, for you are the one who is engaged, my lady, not me. I am not the one bearing a responsibility to a third party,' he said with a deep frown of disapproval.
I know!...fuck I know!...she pushed away from him and stood up. The blanket slid from her body. She took a couple of steps away and crossed her arms 'Will you hold me to the no knicker, no bra rule again?'
He stood up also, 'If you want me, I am here...for as long as I ...remain in this establishment.'
That's right I forgot about that. You're gearing up to leave as soon as you can. And who can blame you...and do I mind...? She gazed up at him.
He raised his brow at her silent scrutiny.
...I think I do...she answered herself.
'What are you going to do now?' she asked.
'Work on my potion,' he replied and cleared some stray hair from his brow.
She sighed and rubbed on her palm. 'Do you want me to help you?' she forced herself to look at him.
'No I think you should go and rest,' he replied with a thankful smile.
'What...time is it?' she asked confused.
'Close to midnight.'
'I don't want to go back at my apartment tonight. Can I stay with you?' All she wanted was for him to take her in his arms, wrap her in the green blanket and caress her until she fell asleep on him.
'Do you intend to sleep here?' he gave her a lopsided smile.
'No, I will work with you until I get exhausted. Then I will go to bed,' she replied with a smile of her own.
Unless you want us to sleep together...she thought, but didn't voice it. He hadn't offered and she was too proud.
'That would be nice, come on,' he said and beckoned her into the classroom.
She followed him dutifully and helped him with the potion for three more hours. She was trying to remain around him as long as possible without betraying to him this weakness. As she worked by his side only one thing kept coming back, twisting her stomach like a bloody vice of guilt. How was she going to handle the immoral fact that she was toying with a future husband and a very skilled lover.
I would have never thought myself capable of such trashy behaviour...she chastised herself angrily and sliced a root. Her eyes peaked at him carefully as he worked above his cauldron. The face she knew so well, now seeing him in a new light...
…and yet I want to repeat it...and keep it this way for as long as I can. I cannot bloody help it...
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