In Too Deep: Addicted to You
It's late, and I find myself wondering if he's even coming. Just as I resign myself to an evening alone, my door opens and he's standing there, hesitant.
"Severus?"
"Come in," I say, holding out a hand to him. He has no right to be so beautiful, I think, watching him slip over to me. His hand is soft as I take it in mine, his green eyes watching me with a bit of shyness.
"Still so shy?" I find myself asking him, a little half smile tugging at my lips.
He blushes and looks down. Suddenly I don't feel like talking anymore. Talking just reminds me of who he is. I pull him down into my arms roughly, kissing him hard. His arms wrap around me as he responds, leaning into my kiss. I feel the passion taking over, and can't help but marvel at the way he responds to me, his body arching to my hands. He's so passionate, so uninhibited. Was I ever like that?
I carry him to my bed and lay him down, stripping him of his clothing. My heart skips a beat and I have to remind myself to breath as I look down at him.
"So beautiful," I murmur, and trace a line down his chest, watching his body arch off the bed, his eyes slide shut, and his lips part in a soft moan of pleasure. Oh, this is sin. It has to be.
"Severus," he moans softly, reaching for me, his eyes nearly black with desire.
Smiling faintly, I respond to his unspoken plea, divesting myself of my robe and sliding into the bed with him. "Something you wanted?" I watch him from under half lidded eyes.
"…Y-you…" He rolls to face me, reaching out towards me and I can't stand it. I catch his hand, pinning them above him.
"…Yes." He arches, closing his eyes. I'll never get over the fact that he likes being dominated so much. Of course, right now, I shouldn't be thinking, just acting.
When I take him, it's not about who we are anymore. It's about losing ourselves in the heat and passion that overwhelms us. It's fast and brutal, slamming through our senses and leaving us both exhausted. I pull out of him, letting him go and he curls up, just like a cat, nuzzling against me. Seconds later, he's sound asleep.
I look down at him, his face still flushed with pleasure, and for the first time feel a stab of guilt. Why do I keep doing this? Why can't I just put an end to it? It's not healthy for either of us, I know that much. Yet I can't go a day without taking him somewhere. My office, the astronomy tower, anywhere I can catch him alone. He's addicting. A drug I need to stop doing. After all, it's just lust. Isn't it?
TBC
*meeps and hides again* Well, I guess it's gone up to an R rating. *sighs* so much for trying to keep it relatively clean.
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