In Too Deep: Perfection in Dreams
I like the night. Not just because it's when I can see him, but also because it's when I can dream. Tonight, as I slip into his rooms, he's sitting waiting for me, and my heart skips a beat. He looks so beautiful with the candlelight softening his features.
"Severus," I say softly, reverently.
"Come in," He says softly, holding his hand out to me. And I go to him, helplessly, wanting to lose myself in his arms. I feel myself blushing, and watch his lips twitch in an attempt not to smile.
"Still so shy?" He asks me, and I blush more, looking down. Then his lips are on mine, hot and demanding, and all I can do is moan and give myself over to his control. Coherent thought becomes a thing of the past as he lays me down on his bed, my clothing having vanished somewhere between the chair and the bed.
"So beautiful," He says softly, trailing his hand over my chest. I arch to the touch, wanting more, feeling desperate for him. He slips out of his clothing and I bite my lip, watching him. He's so beautiful. Ron would think I was insane for thinking so, I think to myself, but then he's next to me, and I reach for him. His hands pin me to the bed, and I shudder, knowing what's coming. As his lips trail over my skin, I try to lose myself. This time, though, I can't. I need more, I need him.
"Severus," I whimper, writhing under him.
Again, he reacts to what I cannot say, and he's in me. I moan and writhe, and still it's not enough. Hard and fast; nothing sweet or loving about the way he takes me. His hand clench around my wrists and I stifle a little noise. It hurts, and I know I'll have bruises. I like it though, the pain. It keeps what we're doing sharp and real to me. His teeth close on a nipple, and I cry out.
Now it's over, and I curl up, nuzzling against him, and he lets me, knowing I like to cuddle. Sighing softly, I allow my eyes to drift shut, drifting away from the real world and into the place between sleep and awake. He's watching me, I know. I can feel his gaze on me. I feel sated, drowsy, but something is missing.
My heart aches as I lay there, and I wish that for once I'd be courageous enough to say those three little words. I must have frowned, because his hands dance lightly through my hair, a soothing gesture. I think he cares for me. He certainly seems to. Though I wish he'd take me in his arms, cuddle me as I snuggle against him. But that's not like him. It can't hurt to dream though, can it?
I allow myself to drift further towards sleep, thinking fuzzily about how I feel. I love him, I know that. I can't live without him anymore. Sleep is coming faster now, I can't hold it off. I turn my face into the pillow, fighting the urge to cry. I love him. I need him. I want to be with him always. Maybe someday…
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