Song: To Sheila
He stretched his arms above his head, arching his back.
He hasn't noticed me yet.
He shakes his head violently, hair freshly washed, and I
ache to run my fingers through it. So
unruly…but I like it that way. He
turns, and finally notices me, standing just inside the door.
"Hello there" I say softly, and the shock on his face is
enough to make me laugh.
"It's okay" I tell him quietly, crossing the room
slowly. He is paralysed with disbelief,
after all, how often does a girl walk in on you when you're naked? I almost giggle at the thought. I'm right up to him now, and can see that
he's breathing hard. Goes to grab for the
towel. I get it before him.
"What do you need this for?" I ask him in a tone of gentle
teasing. He looks about ready to have a
heart attack.
I smile at him seductively, and throw the towel across the
room. He looks like a deer caught in a
pair of headlights. But that will
change.
She is having an affect on me. I can feel it, and I know that she will be able to see it if I
don't act quickly. But somehow, her
standing there, inches in front of my nakedness, is as intoxicating as it is
scary. I'm not equipped to handle this
situation.
She reaches up, running her fingers through my hair. This isn't right…I know it isn't, but what
can I do?
"You should leave" I tell her, trembling.
"Now why would I want to do that?" she asks, and pulling my
head down, kisses me.
It is hot, demanding, not at all what I would expect from
someone like her. Oh no, There it
goes. I'm done for now.
He has lost some of his shyness, although I don't think that
he would like to admit it. But his body
has betrayed him. I can feel the
hardness of it as I pull him closer. He
tries to push me away at first, but I use my fingers to advantage, stroking,
teasing, in ways that I didn't think myself capable of. I bring my mouth around to his ear; he is
shivering under my touch. I whisper in
his ear hotly.
"I would much prefer to stay"
His breath is ragged as I guide one of his hands down the
front of my open robe. I'm not wearing
anything underneath. My fingers
continue their stroking.
I can't stand it anymore!
I bring my mouth down upon hers, almost bruisingly. My hands slip her robe off her shoulders and
my hands work their way down her back, I pull her to me. I take her over to my bed, too thoroughly
aroused to care about anything beyond that.
I can't help myself; she draws her tongue along my neck. It isn't my fault.
You can guess what happens after that.
I wake up in his arms, my head on his chest. His face is half-covered by the long black
hair.
"I love you, Severus" I whisper as I kiss his forehead
gently, silently get dressed, and slip back to my own bed. I know it was wrong, but it doesn't
matter. It will al come out for the best. I could cry, knowing that I can never risk
us both by doing that again. But
perhaps we could find somewhere else to meet.
I wake up slowly, my mind echoing the emptiness of my
arms. She has left while I slept.
"Hermione" I whisper, and smile to myself as I drift back
off to sleep. I guess I'm not alone
anymore.
