Chapter Thirty-Five- Just Her *Rated M for a reason.
"Mum, are you there?" whispered the cautious voice of Draco Malfoy.
He had waited until Slughorn's Christmas Party had finished and the students were tucked into their beds, before silently slipping back into the Slytherin common room. He was now on his hands and knees with his face stuck strategically into the fireplace. This had become a weekly habit of his. With owl mail being too slow and risky now a days, his mother thought it prudent that they fire-call instead. She would offer him advice, but mainly he just wanted to check on her. She was alone since his father remained in Azkaban, and periodically the Dark Lord and a group of Death Eaters would use the Malfoy Manor for meetings. The thought of his mother being there alone with that group of wizards terrified him, and he wanted nothing more than to protect her.
"I'm here, son," said Narcissa Malfoy.
The lady of the house looked worn, as if she had aged ten years in only a matter of months. Every night since Lucius had been locked away she curled up onto the love seat in her small, private sitting room and stared into the dying embers in the hearth, waiting incase Draco needed her.
"Is everything okay, Draco? Have you made progress?" she asked nervously. She had developed a bad habit of wringing her hands in a very unsophisticated manor, but she thought very little of propriety these days. Now her only thought was survival.
"I'm fine. You have to stop worrying about me. You are going to make yourself unwell. Are you…alone?" he questioned, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Bella is here. She is asleep down the hall. All the others are gone…for now," she said, giving a weary smile. "Did you need our help with something?"
"No, I just needed to tell you something. I'm not really sure what to make of it. You know how Aunt Bella is always saying that she doesn't trust Snape?"
"ProfessorSnape, dear. Let's not forget our manners," she corrected. "And yes, I have corrected your aunt many times about her lack of faith in Severus."
"Well, you remember that muggle woman that was brought to Hogwarts last year?"
Narcissa gave a small flinch and lowered her eyes briefly. She had secretly regretted bringing the girl into this situation from the moment she'd opened her mouth to her husband at the ballet. It was true that she had never been found of Muggles, but she did not want to be the cause of any more blood shed. She had seen enough to last a lifetime and she doubted the girl would last a week once Draco succeeded in disposing of the Headmaster. Her blood would one day be on her hands, she was sure of that. "What about her, Draco?"
"I saw her with Professor Snape. They seemed to be…close. I was just about to round the corner to try to go back into the Room of Requirements, when I heard voices. They came out of an alcove together and they…"
"They what, Draco?"
"I don't know. They just looked like they were together. She was smiling at him and I just really don't know what to make of it. Should we tell the Dark Lord?"
"NO!" she said firmly. "I am sure that Severus knows what he is doing. He is probably trying to lull her into a false sense of security. I trust him completely and you should do the same."
"It didn't look like he was there under false pretenses. It wouldn't surprise me if he was shagging her. What if he is secretly some Muggle lover?"
"Draco! You watch your mouth young man. You will say no such things. Lies like that could get him killed. I am sure he is just acting under orders, so you will keep your mouth shut about this. Do you understand me?" she snapped.
"Fine."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean…yes ma'am."
"I am serious, Draco. Do not utter a word. Not to Vincent and Gregory, not to your Aunt Bella, not even to the Dark Lord," she whispered. "You put it out of your mind, right now."
"I will," he said, still slightly annoyed. "Mum…are you alright? I mean…are you being treated okay?"
"I am fine, Draco. You need to focus on your mission and not worry about me," she said gently, wishing she could reach out and hold him like she could when he was a little boy.
"Mum, I'm sorry I'm not there to take care of you. I just wish…"
"I know, Draco. Run on up to bed. I'm fine. This will all be over soon and when it is, everything will be just fine," she said, doing the best she could to keep herself together. "I love you, Draco."
"I love you too, Mum."
Clara sat on her window seat attempting to finish a novel she had started before her month long coma. So far she had read the same sentence over and over again, not comprehending its meaning whatsoever. Her thoughts were elsewhere, mainly because those she loved were someplace else.
Albus had not returned from his travels, nor had he sent word on when he returned. It was now Christmas Eve and she feared that he would not make it home in time to celebrate together. As much as she was concerned for Albus, she was even more apprehensive about Severus. As soon as the children had been safely led to the Hogwarts Express, he was called away by Voldemort to who knows where. He had been gone for three days now. Her heart ached for him although she knew in her heart that he was safe. She was sure she would have felt it if he wasn't.
Just as she was about to give up reading in favor of a hot bath, a light tapping drew her attention to the window. After quickly pushing both panes open, a small brown owl fluttered into her room, letting a fair amount of snow in along with it. Now that she was used to mail delivery by owl she slowly raised up her arm until the rather damp bird gently took up its perch just above her wrist. The bird dropped a folded piece of parchment into her waiting hand and remained there patiently until Clara fed him a piece of shortbread, before flying back out into the snowy night.
As soon as the owl had departed and she was able to shut her windows, Clara quickly unfolded her precious piece of news. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest when she recognized Severus' handwriting. She quickly read the short contents of the letter over and over again. It was brief and slightly cryptic, but she understood its underlying meaning. He was coming for her…tonight.
Professor Lanning,
I will be requiring your assistance on a rather delicate matter this even. Please be prepared at midnight for my arrival. Dress warmly.
SS
Glancing over to the clock on her mantel she let out a yelp when she noticed that she only had an hour. "Oh crap, I've got to shave my legs!"
The next forty-five minutes were spent in a flurry of female primping, culminating with a near melt down as she attempted to figure out what she should wear. She dug through her underwear drawer hoping that she owned something that would remotely resemble lingerie. All she owned were cotton bras and rather dull practical panties. She hadn't exactly needed anything sexy before, and now she regretted it. Would Severus be expecting a Victoria Secret model? "Well, he probably doesn't even know what one of those are?" she thought feeling slightly hopeful. "I most defiantly am not a super model." After putting on a simple black bra and panties, forgoing her favorite polka dot patterns, what to actually wear still presented its self as a problem. She sifted through various dresses, skirts and other outfits she had worn recently to try to make herself look more sophisticated, but nothing seemed to feel right. "Dress warmly," the note had stated. "Good Lord, are we really going out into that snow?" Clara wondered.
Seeing that she was running out of time, she reluctantly tugged on her most comfortable pair of jeans, an oversized black sweater that she had "barrowed" from Severus last year and her green chucks. "Hello old friends," she said with a sigh, revealing in how much more comfortable they were than the high heels she had been forcing herself to wear. She had run out of time to do anything special with her hair so it hung down her back in untamed curls.
"Not exactly the glamorous look I was going for," she thought with a frown as she sized herself up in the mirror.
"You are breathtaking," came a low voice in the fair corner of the room.
Clara spun around with a gasp, hand clenching her waist were she always kept her dagger. Her eyes locked into the sight of Severus leaning up against the wall next to the window with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His face was impassive but his eyes seemed to be dancing with amusement as he watched her body relax from attack mode.
"Severus, you frightened me. How did you get in here without me hearing you? she asked, only slightly annoyed.
Severus cocked his head to the side and observed her for a moment before walking slowly across the room to meet her. "I am a wizard, love. A broomstick and a silencing charm can come quite in handy when one needs to steal away the Headmaster's daughter," he whispered darkly into her ear. "Shall we go?"
"I don't know what to bring and I'm not sure about what I should wear. Is this okay? If it's not then…"
"Hush," he said softly, interrupting her rambling. "You don't ever need to worry about your appearance in front of me. You have looked beautiful ever-single day I have had the privilege to look upon you. I quite like it when you wear my clothing, even though I was looking for this particular sweater last weekend. I seem to have now found the culprit," he said, giving the black sweater's sleeve a little tug.
Clara blushed and stood on her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "So where are we going?"
"Ah, well that is a surprise," he said, suddenly looking a little nervous. "Come."
After helping her into her red cloak, he guided her over to the window without saying a word. Once he retrieved his broomstick he quickly positioned them so that Clara was securely situated in front of him. With a firm kick they lifted off the ground and zoomed out the window. Clara was once again afforded the glorious sight of Hogwarts and the surrounding forest at night. However, this time thick snow acted as a sparkling jeweled blanket covering the entire land below them.
"Where are we going, Sev?" she asked, as they began gliding over the Black Lake.
"You will see soon enough. Just keep your cloak pulled tight. I don't want you getting cold," he responded almost curtly.
The remainder of their flight was spent in relative silence as they dipped and zoomed across the lake and into a clearing at the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. After making a smooth landing, Severus gallantly helped Clara down from the broom and onto the crunching snow underneath. A large winter storm had blown in a few nights earlier leaving a hard packed layer of icy snow on the ground.
"Do you recognize where we are now?" he asked softly, still with a grim look on his face.
Clara crunched through the snow as she slowly made her way around the frozen clearing. After spying the large oak tree she immediately knew where he had taken her. But the questions still remained, why?
"This is where we first met. Well, at least where we first met in a dream," she said, giving him a radiant smile. "I've always wanted to come back here with you."
"I thought it would be a good place for you to think. No interruptions, just us," he said softly, eyes bright and intense.
"And what do I need to think about?" she asked curiously.
Severus turned his back so he was looking out into the frozen waters of the Black Lake. His shoulders were stiff with tension and his head was lowered as if he had already been defeated. "You need to think about us, whether this is what you really want or not. If we are going to do this then you need to know that it will not be easy. I can't give you a life that other men could give. No one must know about our relationship, it must be a complete secret or both of us could be killed. I can't give you all the hearts and flowers that women crave. I don't even know if I can give you a future, Clara. The likelihood that I will survive this war is small and if I do survive I will be a wanted man, hunted like some common criminal. The Ministry will see no difference between me and the brutes that tried to kidnap you. I just want you to know that if you decide that you would rather have a normal life with someone who can give you that kind of future you truly deserve, I understand."
"Are you quite finished, Severus," Clara said from behind him. "Look at me."
Severus turned slowly until he was facing her petite form.
"I have only been in one other relationship in my life and it was about as ordinary as one could imagine. I was miserable. I didn't know what truly living could feel like until I came here and met you. I want it all; the good and the bad."
"But you don't know what I have done," he growled, gripping her shoulders.
"Severus, everyone has done things that they regret, but that doesn't mean they don't deserve happiness. I am not blind to the fact that we are in a war. Whatever you have been made to do in the past or whatever you must do in the future, I don't care. I want you and that includes the mistakes and trials that are a part of the package. If we don't know how long we have together, than let's make the most of it. Let me love you."
Severus shoulders seemed to relax with every word that Clara spoke. When she finished her monologue he turned away from her again and continued to stand still and silent for a few minutes, taking in all that she had said. When he finally turned back around, Clara could discern a notable difference in his demeanor. The tension in his jaw had smoothed out and his eyes no longer held their sense of sadness. In fact, his eyes were now glittering with something new, something carnal. With a gentle nudge Severus pushed Clara up against the familiar oak tree.
"I love you," he whispered, before pressing his lips firmly against hers.
Their kiss was slow, sensual and seemed to speak the rest of the words they wished to say to one another. As the minutes ticked on, the kiss turned from an expression of understanding to dance of pure need. Their tongues joined together in a feverish erotic dance. Severus pressed into Clara effectively pinning her to the tree using his hips. She could feel his erection against her belly, which only made her squirm wantonly against him.
"Severus, please take me to your bed," she shivered, partly because of the cold but mainly due to his sensual touch.
"I have a better idea. Come"
Taking her by the hand he slowly led her deep into the forest. It grew darker and darker as they left the moonlit clearing, but Severus seemed to know where they were going without a doubt. The snowdrifts became deeper making it difficult for Clara's sneaker clad feet to keep up with Severus and his thick leather boots. Bending down he gently swept her into his arms and continued on his way.
"Always wearing inappropriate footwear, my dear," he said with a mischievous grin. No matter, I like you like this. You can't escape me when you are in my arms," he said with a mischievous grin.
"Oh help, save me!" she yelled teasingly in the thickest southern accent she could muster.
"Go ahead and yell. No one can hear you out here. Besides, I have this whole area warded and sound proofed so no one will come to your rescue," he growled, coming to an abrupt halt. "We're here."
Clara turned her head to follow the direction of his gaze. What she saw in front of her was not what she expected.
"It's a tent," she said, doing her best to cover her shock and slight disappointment.
Not only was it a tent, but it was one of the oldest and smallest two person camping tents she had ever seen. It looked like it was one gust away from crumbling over. Her frozen toes protested at the thought that they would find no warmth tonight. Should she tell him that she hated camping? She had only gone camping once before when she was a little girl and she had been uncomfortable and cranky the entire night. This was not exactly what she had envisioned for a romantic evening.
"What do you think?" he inquired, his face showing no hint of his inner thoughts.
"Ummm…well…it's charming. Very cozy," she said, giving it her best effort to remain positive.
"Go look inside," he whispered, kissing her seductively just under her ear.
Clara walked slowly and cautiously to the entrance of the tent. After pulling back the royal blue tarp that acted as the entrance she gave a small cry of shock and threw it shut once again. "But…how is that…I don't…
"You know you really should start believing in magic, young lady," said Severus as he guided her inside.
The inside of the tent was charmed to be at least eight times larger than what appears. Luxurious fabrics in rich colors hung from walls, giving a warm and inviting atmosphere. Two large torches flanked the entranceway with large flames that warmed the entire marquee. A small kitchen was set up in the corner complete with a stove, sink and table with a bottle of wine and two ornately decorated goblets. But what drew Clara's attention the most was a raised platform at the back of the tent. A large bed had been set up with a mountain of fluffy pillows and silky blankets. It was the warmest, most inviting sight she had ever seen and she suddenly found herself becoming very nervous.
"What do you think?" inquired Severus, noticing her sudden shift in mood.
"It's lovely. I could have never dreamt of something like this," she replied in a quivering tone.
"Would you like some wine?"
"Yes!" she replied, a little too quickly.
Severus gave a little smirk, suddenly realizing that she was just as nervous as he was. After pouring them both an ample amount of elf made wine, he slowly made his way back to where she stood nervously twirling her hair. He stopped and took in the sight of her. She looked radiant in her oversized sweater and soaking wet jeans. He couldn't wait to peal away every scrape of clothing from her shivering body. He wanted desperately to finally uncover every last mystery her hidden contours possessed. After handing her a goblet he made his way around the tent adding extra wards and enchantments to make sure none of the creatures that inhabited the forest would be bothering them tonight. When he finished checking the entrance of the tent he went back over to where Clara was examining the tops of her shoes with great interest.
"I want to take you to bed now, love" he hummed into her ear as he folded his arms around her from behind. "But first I want to get you out of these wet clothes. I promise I will warm you up in no time."
"I'm scared," she admitted in a small shaky voice. "It's been quite a while since I've done this."
"I can assure you that you will be magnificent, sweet heart."
Severus spun her around so that he could gaze down at her reddening face. Her breathing had accelerated and he could feel her heart racing as she pressed her chest against his body.
"We'll take our time, Clara. We have all night."
She started to speak again, but he caught her words in a kiss. Not a searing kiss, nothing all consuming or overwhelming or needy just a kiss. Tender. Loving. Slow. Soft. It was just how he intended to make love to her, just like she deserved.
Little by little, he deepened the kiss. Her lips gave way, and he stroked his tongue inside. Peaches. She tasted sweet, like the strawberries and peaches that flavored the wine she had just been sipping. He didn't think he would taste another fruit without thinking of this moment ever again.
When he angled his head and took the kiss deeper still, a little hum sounded deep in her throat. She grabbed onto the lapels of his coat and held on like she was afraid she'd float away otherwise. Maybe he could move on now. Without removing his mouth too long from hers, Severus went to work on her sweater. With painstaking care, he tugged the heavy black wool off of her body. Once the fabric had been discarded on the floor Severus stepped back to admire his prize. Clara's paper-thin black bra was nearly sheer, awarding him a glimpse of the outline of her already hardening nipples. Just the mere memory of having his hands on them a few nights earlier made his balls feel heavy with need. He wanted to relieve her of the rest of her clothing right then and there and he could with one wave of his hand. But some things shouldn't be rushed. Some things ought to be savored.
Trailing a path of kisses along her jaw and down her neck, he continued his sensuous torture of removing her clothing, focusing next on her jeans. Never breaking eye contact, he deftly undid the button of her jeans and slid down the zipper, thinking to himself that it was like unwrapping the rarest of gifts. He released his gentle kiss for a moment and began to give her pants a gentle tug. Clara immediately grabbed his wrist, blocking his attempts to expose her. True, he had already felt and seen much of her body, but in the bright light of the large fiery torches she suddenly felt extremely vulnerable and exposed. Clara hugged her remaining arm over her chest attempting to hide herself from his view.
"Wait, should we extinguish the torches?"
"No. I want to see you." Severus brought her close, pulling her arms away from her body. Her neck and cheeks were flushed pink again and she looked down at the floor. "Don't hide from me, Clara. You're so beautiful."
Shaking her head, she opened her mouth to speak. Severus placed a finger over her full lips to stop her and pulled her tightly up against him with his other hand. "You are. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'll not deny you much, if I can help it. But you are not allowed to doubt how beautiful you are to me. Ever. Understood?"
Clara nodded, fighting to keep the threat of tears from spilling from her eyes.
"Good. Now let me see you." Before she could argue, Severus unsnapped the back of her bra, letting it pool to the floor. He took a step back, holding her hands to prevent her from covering her breasts. If anyone was going to do that, it was him. "Sweet Merlin," he murmured. Just one look at her pert breasts and he knew if he didn't get her into bed soon, he would lose the small amount of control he still retained. Lifting her into his arms in nothing but her jeans and sneakers, he carried her over to the bed he had prepared with the finest silk beddings he could find. Pushing aside some of the pillows, he gingerly placed her on her back.
Severus sat beside her legs, taking one foot into his hands to slide her wet Converse free. The shoe he had once found hideously annoying he now found endearing. He massaged her foot, easing her tension with each stroke. She squirmed against him, but he had no intention of moving things along until he knew she was ready. When he could feel no more resistance, he replaced that foot on the bed and repeated the process with her other foot.
Thinking that he could not stand another moment not seeing her completely naked he leaned over her and once again grasped onto the waistband of her jeans. This time when he tugged the only sounds he heard was a gasp and then a moan as her body was left in nothing but the small scrap of fabric of her knickers. He stood frozen above her, transfixed on her naked form below him.
"Mine," he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips.
Clara stared up at him feeling her own sense of amazement. She no longer felt shy or embarrassed. The look he was giving her made it clear that she had nothing to worry about. She met his gaze and gave him a sly smile.
"What are you thinking? You have a mighty dangerous look on your face right now?"
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage," she responded, propping herself up on her elbows so she could see him properly. "I am lying here almost completely naked and you have not shed a single item. I want to see you…all of you."
This time it was Severus' turn to tense up. He had been so focused on her that he had not given his own fears any heed. He had tried repeatedly to develop a potion or a spell that would temporarily cover his Dark Mark, but nothing had been successful. He knew he should have shown her before this moment, but he could never work up the courage to do so. He could only imagine the look of horror on her face when she finally saw it.
While he had frozen into his own thoughts, Clara had pushed herself up onto her knees so she could reach him properly. After placing a gentle kiss to his cheek she slowly pushed off his heavy outer robe and began working on the column of buttons on the front of his black collared shirt. She breathed a sign of relief when she realized he wasn't wearing his customary frock coat since he hadn't been teaching that day.
"You wear too many layers," she mumbled to herself, as she worked as quickly as possible. "You shouldn't hide away behind all these clothes."
"Well, I like to think of it as me dressing professionally," he said, smoothing his hands up her stomach and onto her exposed breasts.
Clara's eyes fluttered closed and her hands stilled from their work. "You're trying to distract me from undressing you," she panted, trying her best to resume her mission.
"You have been distracting me for over a year, this is just payback," he purred, working his thumbs over her aching nipples. He couldn't wait to know how they tasted. Severus attempted to push her back onto the bed but Clara pushed the palms of her hands firmly against his chest. With another sly smile she finished his long row of buttons and promptly pushed his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor. This left him in a stark white undershirt.
Without giving him time to protest, Clara quickly tugged at his shirt until she was able to pull it up and over his head. Her lips immediately sought out the flesh of his chest and abdomen. His body was pale, warm and deliciously toned. He wasn't overly muscular, but his height and broad shoulders gave him a powerful presence, making Clara give off an involuntary shiver. His chest was dusted with a smattering of dark curls, that she promptly ran her tongue across, relishing his distinct masculine taste for the first time.
This time it was Severus' turn to lose himself. His breath hitched and head fell back at the shear ecstasy of her touch. This was the first time he had ever let anyone touch his chest. On the rare occasions he had visited Knockturn Alley, he never fully undressed to get what he needed. He was so lost in her ministrations that he completely forgot that his Dark Mark was uncovered and exposed to her sight. Clara began making her way across his shoulders and down his beautifully scalped arm when she noticed his detailed, black tattoo.
Albus had explained to her that every Death Eater was given the mark. It came as no surprise to her that it was on his arm. She cautiously ran her fingers across the sloping contours of the snakes' form, mesmerized by its dark and mysterious purpose.
"Don't, love. It's evil. I don't want you to touch it," he said quietly, his eyes suddenly sad and tortured.
"Can it hurt me?" he asked innocently.
"No, I don't believe so," he replied, still uncertain about having her so closed to something so evil.
"I told you that I want all of you, Severus. To me it only serves as a reminder of all that you sacrifice to keep others safe." And with those words she bent down and gingerly kissed his forearm, right on top of the very mark he detested. She held him firmly so he could not pull away, but he merely flinched then visibly relaxed as she gazed back up into his eyes.
"There now, no more secrets, no more insecurities. It's just you and I. So what are you going to do now?" she said with a shy smile, her eyes darkening as she drank in the sight of his bare chest once again.
"You," he replied huskily as he pushed her back down onto the bed.
Claiming her moist lips once again, he positioned her body on the very edge of the bed, wrapping her legs around him so her core came into contact with the tented area of his trousers. After insuring that she was comfortable he reluctantly conceded the sweetness of her mouth for the call of other tantalizing regions of her body. Trailing his tongue down the slight column of her neck, he licked at the pulse that fluttered an irregular beat against his mouth, before dipping lower.
Her breasts were impossibly pert and firm. Securing her arched back with his forearms, he feasted on them. Licking at the thin, sensitive skin beneath her rosy buds, he denied the puckering nipples his attention. Clara's hands roamed and dug into his scalp and neck, demanding satisfaction. Little insistent mewls burst from deep in her throat. Severus found himself grateful that he had let his hair grow long enough to pull, since every inch of his skin now reveled in her touch.
Finally giving into both of their desires he finally latched on to her nipple. He flicked the tip with his tongue and she gifted him with her first incoherent moan of the night. Oh there will be many to follow, my dear.
Leaving the nipple moist, he drew back and breathed on it. Goose bumps erupted over her whole body and she gave a little whimper. He could feel a wicked smile tilt his mouth as he moved on to the other breast, reveling in the sweet and salty taste of her skin. After ensuring that both nipples had equal attention he began to travel farther south. He'd wanted to go slow their first time. To explore every inch of her, to touch and claim every part, but he was too hungry, and as he moved closer to his goal the scent of her arousal was too tantalizing.
Severus' peeled off Clara's knickers, revealing her sweet triangle of curls. Without giving her a moment to become shy he dipped into her delightful heat to coat his finger with her moisture. He had done everything so quickly that his touch had taken her by surprise.
She gasped his name.
That was nearly Severus' undoing. It had been well done of him to keep his trousers on through this. At the sound of his name leaving her lips he would have thrust into her and blindly driven himself into oblivion. Not yet. He had to taste her first. To drink from the well that sprang only for him. He could no longer deny himself that right, nor could he deny her that pleasure.
Severus used his left hand to splay across her chest in order to hold her down. "Lie still, sweetheart," he commanded, then sank to his knees on the carpeted floor.
"What are you-? Her small, breathy voice cut off when he wrenched both of her legs wide with his hands, pinning her to the bed.
He growled low in his chest at the sight of her. Slick, glistening, and pink nestled in a trimmed and neat bed of dark glossy curls. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. And it was all his.
"Severus I-I…Oh God!"
The first taste of her was like the finest wine; the second catapulted him to heaven. Nothing could have prepared him for the softness he found, the pliant flesh that yielded to his lips and pulsed against his tongue. He explored her mercilessly, enjoying the quivers and jerks of her strong, lean thighs beneath his palms. Her legs were fighting his effortless imprisonment, struggling to close around his head and retreat from his relentless mouth…or to hold him prisoner there.
Her moans, and pants, and cries were the sweetest music he'd ever heard, deep and throaty. They did well to stoke his manly pride. Tracing her inner petals with his tongue, he avoided the tiny bud that was the center of her sensations. He sucked those folds of flesh into his mouth, flicking at them playfully and following the rolls and jerks of her hips. Denying them both, he dipped lower, probing at her opening with his tongue. To his surprise he was rewarded with a rush of her desire that he lapped up with an egger groan.
His body was wound tight as a string on one of Clara's guitars. He needed to be inside her. And fast. He was suddenly beginning to worry if he would be able to last long enough to insure her pleasure.
"Severus…please." Her desperate plea pulled him out of his thoughts. "I need…"
She needed a climax, and he needed to give it to her.
Her moan was raw when he latched onto her; it grew to a cry when his tongue went to work. He settled his shoulders into his pursuit and allowed her to rest her feet upon them. He finally drove her over the edge with a low cry, her skin shimmered with sweat and her legs trembled with effort. When her voice became hoarse and her pleas weakened to painful groans, he released her and reached beneath her thighs to span her waist with his hands.
Shifting ever so slightly he nuzzled his lips across the plains of her soft tummy. He softly began chanting a string of unrecognizable words. He punctuated each utterance with a soft kiss to her stomach. Clara suddenly felt a rush of heat that seemed to serge through her womb.
"What was that?" she whimpered, still quaking from the aftermath of her orgasm.
"I'm just taking care of my responsibilities, love. I don't think bringing a child into a war torn world would be a wise decision," he said with a small smile.
Clara's eyes grew wide. "Oh, yes. I didn't think about that," she said sheepishly. She had not been on birth control pills since Ben left her and she had not given it a single thought. Having an unplanned child at this time would be dangerous.
Clara lay in a boneless puddle on the soft fabrics of their make shift bed, as little tremors and pulses of pleasure still snaked through her at various intervals. Glancing down, she could only see the top of Severus' head between her shamelessly spread legs. Then he started to rise into her line of vision.
The black eyes came into view first, and then the dark wizard towered over her prone body, his body tight with ready urgency. He reached for her, and she rose to him. His unfathomable black eyes tracked her every move like a hunting predator as she carefully undid his belt and pulled his black trousers free. He stroked her hair and caressed her shoulders as she helped him step out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but a simple pair of black boxers.
Clara leaned back down and beckoned for him to join her. She watched, with wide unblinking eyes as he pulled the last remaining garment off his body, allowing his erection to spring free. God, but he was huge, and the thought of all that being inside her body spiked a new wave of urgent need that had not been completely satisfied with her first climax.
Severus crawled onto the bed and knelt before her. His flat stomach heaved beneath her hands as she brushed her hands against him. She wanted to give what she received and claim the pride the he displayed at her pleasure.
When she wrapped her fingers around his cock he growled and gripped both of her shoulders. His darkened eyes rolled back and disappeared from view. His lips curled and his breath came in short, choppy spurts. She moved her hand from the thick base of his shaft to the plumb head where she discovered a slick bit of moisture clinging to the opening. This was his desire for her. This was what he would release deep inside of her when the time came.
His grip contained more pressure as he guided her to lie back. His lips were suddenly everywhere. Her jaw, her mouth, her neck, nibbling at her ear, returning to her mouth. His urgent need stoked the fire within her. His lips burned her skin as though branding every inch they touched as his. A relentless throbbing had taken residence in her sex and, as he pulled her hips closer to him to position himself against her, the heat of his cock against her most sensitive flesh promised satisfaction.
"Severus, take me," she commanded. "I'm yours."
Letting out a guttural moan, Severus began to slowly join their bodies, but once he began to truly feeling her tight, wet, heat he completed them in one powerful thrust. Clara let out a loud gasp as her walls attempted to acclimate to his size. Severus throbbed inside her, hot and pulsing, but refused to move until she relaxed beneath him. When he was sure that he was not hurting her, he finally began to move. Slowly at first, with absolute care, stretching her tender flesh around him as he almost withdrew, then plunging forward again, gaining ground within her. Clara moaned his name and growled his pleasure.
They locked eyes as Severus continued to slowly rock into her. She had never known intimacy like this. With Ben it had always been quick and to the point. She wanted nothing more than for this very moment to continue on forever. The rhythm intensified then, as though Severus was trying to rally the last vestiges of his self-control. But the dam had broken and the flood of passion engulfed them both. Before long his hips pumped into her with wild abandon. The sensation rocked her, causing her to cry out each time.
"Severus…harder," she panted. And he was all too willing to comply.
Wild, deep, elusive pressure built inside Clara until she clawed at him in desperation, her nails scoring his back. She suddenly felt the need to touch him everywhere. Her lips touched his ear, his shoulder, his neck, but nothing seemed enough. His grunts and growls spurred her, driving her near crazy.
The space around them seemed to crackle and hum with magic as Severus gave up all sense of control. Clara briefly wondered if things were more intense because he was a magical being or just because of the intense emotions that were behind every thrust.
Severus reared back and lifted her leg high against his waist. This angled his cock impossibly deeper and touched something inside her that catapulted her into the heavens. A potent and burning ecstasy jolted through her with such force it she felt that she would have fallen back if Severus not had such a strong hold. Her whole body convulsed, possessed by unrelenting lust and true bliss. She sobbed Severus' name to the heavens, a supplication for mercy or a prayer for fruition, she couldn't be sure. Muggles weren't supposed to comprehend magic, but in that moment, Clara was certain she felt it course through her body.
His thunderous bellow permeated her haze and grounded her into the moment. She felt him jerk deep inside her body, releasing a warm rush. He was most beautiful in this moment, coming apart in her arms, his eyes a dark bottomless pool. When his storm passed, they stayed locked together for an unknown amount of time, both not wanting to sever their bodies. After a few minutes, Severus body began to feel weak. Not wanting to crush her he rolled over, pulling Clara with him. He held her there, stroking the wild mane of hair back from her face for long minutes.
"Severus?" With heavy eyes, she looked up at him. Whatever she might ask him for at that moment, he would do anything to be able to give. But she didn't ask him for anything. Instead, she whispered up to him shyly, "I love you." It sounded like a prayer on her lips.
"I love you too," he replied, still struggling to catch his breath.
"Can we…ummm…can we do that everyday?" she asking shyly.
Severus let out a bark of laughter. The first true whole hearted laugh she had ever heard him make. "You are going to be the death of me little Muggle, but I will try my best to do this to you every opportunity I get."
Minutes later, the rise and fall of Clara's chest slowed to the deep breaths of sleep. She was exhausted. As well she should be. It had been quite an emotional evening for them both. Severus watched her for a while, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing, studying the peaceful expression on her face. So serene. So perfect.
No war. No Dark Lord. No vow. Just her.
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