To his credit, he didn't flinch or pull back. In fact, there wasn't even
the slightest flicker in Snape's gaze. Allosia realized this could mean
many things, and decided not to speculate.
As if reading her mind, he quirked one side of his mouth into a smile. "Or," he said, slowly moving his hands into her hair and tightening his grip, "it might just mean that I want to do this."
She pressed her face towards him then and reached out for him with her lips. Every time she thought they were about to kiss he'd pull back just slightly with a small satisfied chuckle as she strained after him.
"You -" escaped her mouth breathlessly.
"Yes?" he taunted.
"Ohhh," she whimpered softly as he did it again.
"Ask and you shall receive, Allosia," he said as if she should have known.
"Kiss me," she whispered, only barely conscious of feeling like a fool.
He brought his mouth to hers then, sucking first on her lower lip and then the upper before running his tongue over them and into her mouth.
Briefly, he was lost. But the kiss steadied Allosia until she broke it off. As she looked at him, his hands went gentle in her hair before they slid away from her and back to his sides. He leaned against the desk and smiled.
"Hello," she said.
"Hello to you too," he said with amusement.
"I liked that."
"I could tell."
"More," she said, laughing at herself.
"Would that it were that simple," he said sighing and pushing himself away from the desk. He fetched his wine glass and took a sip. "How are we supposed to do this Allosia?" His voice sounded weary.
She resisted several obvious and lewd wisecracks and made a face for him continue instead.
"First we live in the dreadful microcosm that is Hogwarts. Secondly, I'm a known Death Eater and you're an auror. My dual role in this conflict doesn't make you safer, and it doesn't make me saner." He held up a hand when she started to protest. "I know you can take care of yourself, but that's no reason to paint a target on your back."
"Are you illustrating this dilemma so I can be impressed with your beautiful solution?"
"I don't have a solution, Allosia, not a good one. Not one either of us will like in the least."
"You're saying I should go."
"I'm saying you'd be wise to. But I won't ask you to."
"It's always been my choice, Severus."
"Believe me, I know. Even then, I know. Willful."
"What is 'this' anyway?"
"Beyond something we both seem to want, I don't know. That question seems low on the list of current concerns."
Allosia nodded. She had to admit he had a point.
As if reading her mind, he quirked one side of his mouth into a smile. "Or," he said, slowly moving his hands into her hair and tightening his grip, "it might just mean that I want to do this."
She pressed her face towards him then and reached out for him with her lips. Every time she thought they were about to kiss he'd pull back just slightly with a small satisfied chuckle as she strained after him.
"You -" escaped her mouth breathlessly.
"Yes?" he taunted.
"Ohhh," she whimpered softly as he did it again.
"Ask and you shall receive, Allosia," he said as if she should have known.
"Kiss me," she whispered, only barely conscious of feeling like a fool.
He brought his mouth to hers then, sucking first on her lower lip and then the upper before running his tongue over them and into her mouth.
Briefly, he was lost. But the kiss steadied Allosia until she broke it off. As she looked at him, his hands went gentle in her hair before they slid away from her and back to his sides. He leaned against the desk and smiled.
"Hello," she said.
"Hello to you too," he said with amusement.
"I liked that."
"I could tell."
"More," she said, laughing at herself.
"Would that it were that simple," he said sighing and pushing himself away from the desk. He fetched his wine glass and took a sip. "How are we supposed to do this Allosia?" His voice sounded weary.
She resisted several obvious and lewd wisecracks and made a face for him continue instead.
"First we live in the dreadful microcosm that is Hogwarts. Secondly, I'm a known Death Eater and you're an auror. My dual role in this conflict doesn't make you safer, and it doesn't make me saner." He held up a hand when she started to protest. "I know you can take care of yourself, but that's no reason to paint a target on your back."
"Are you illustrating this dilemma so I can be impressed with your beautiful solution?"
"I don't have a solution, Allosia, not a good one. Not one either of us will like in the least."
"You're saying I should go."
"I'm saying you'd be wise to. But I won't ask you to."
"It's always been my choice, Severus."
"Believe me, I know. Even then, I know. Willful."
"What is 'this' anyway?"
"Beyond something we both seem to want, I don't know. That question seems low on the list of current concerns."
Allosia nodded. She had to admit he had a point.
