Chapter Twenty-nine: Refuse him. For now.
You shake your head with a rueful smile. "I don't think that's a good idea, do you? At least not while I'm in school."
Snape nods and steps back a little. "You are certainly a better man than I am, Mr Potter." He sighs.
You laugh and give him a meaningful look. "Oh no, just perhaps, a bit more patient."
"I admit that while I excel at many things, patience has never been my forte."
For now, you can only imagine what he excels at, and that thought leads to images that make you even harder. Soon, your pants won't be enough to hide your excitement.
"So now, you owe me celebratory drink after school ends. I guess it's a good thing I can Apparate. This way, I'll have plenty of time and I won't have to catch the train the next morning."
His glinting eyes make you realize, he's absolutely clear on what you mean. You just offered yourself to him. This way, you both know it's going to happen. It either helps with the waiting, or makes it entirely unbearable. You can only hope for the first.
"Shall we then?" He says with a rough voice, and motions towards the staircase that leads to the Tower.
You take your time getting there, even though you're not talking. You walk next to him with your hands occasionally touching and you know it send the same electric spark up on his arm as it does on yours. These upcoming two weeks might just be as exciting as they will be agonising.
You stop in front of the Fat Lady. She's still fast asleep, her snoring fills the corridor, but you can barely hear her. You're so focused on Snape and the tension between you, you wouldn't notice a dragon right next to you.
You don't want this night to end just yet. You face him and think of something to say, but he's faster.
"Good night, Mr Potter."
"Did you know," you answer with a teasing smile, "that I have a first name, too? One that you could use when we're alone, maybe…"
"Oh, I did know it."
"And will you use it?"
"If you wish." He's smirking as he holds out his hand. You take it and he turns them around. He leans down and places a small kiss over your knuckles. "Good night, Harry," he says looking up at you darkly through long black eyelashes.
His touch is so serene, so reserved, desire rears in you and you suddenly want to ravish him right here. How dare he be so gentle with you? You must hold yourself back though. You made a decision; it wouldn't be right to go back on it already.
You turn your hand around and slide it over his face. He has surprisingly soft cheeks, you can't even feel his stubble. You pull him a bit closer.
You can feel his breath on your cheeks. Your tongue teasingly slithers over his lower lip and you hear him grunt. You echo it, then kiss him softly.
It's quick and gentle and you pull away before it could turn into anything dangerous, which you know it would within a heartbeat.
"Good night, Severus," you whisper against his mouth, with your eyes still closed.
You hear him huff; warm air ghosts on your wet lip. You press your forehead against his.
His hands are fisted in your shirt, but he slowly releases you. His palm slides down your chest and you know if he touches you more, if those hands slide over your hard cock now, you're lost. You don't reach out to stop him though.
Your breathing quickens, but Snape stops his hands on your hips.
"I want you," you sigh against his mouth.
"I'm yours." He answers, then kisses you one last time, before he turns around and walks away.
You watch him go with a thundering heart. Two weeks, you tell yourself and he will truly be yours.
Fin.