Disclaimers and randomness:

All things not Allosia belong to JKR.

Warning, fairly graphic, plot-relevant descriptions of sexual activity ahead, although, this is not what you've been waiting for. So much for my delusions of keeping this thing dignified.



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"No," she said grabbing his arm, hard.

"Excuse me?" he asked harshly, still trying to head towards the bathroom.

"You sleep in the nude tonight."

"Allosia." His voice was warning.

"Considering this might be the last time, I'd at least like to know what it feels like," her tone seemed to be permanently set on biting.

"'Sia." He was gentler now, sad.

She flicked her wand, taking most of the light out of the room, threw off her clothes and jumped into the bed. Even if he had been blind, he would have known she was sitting with her back against the headboard and her arms crossed under her breasts.

He sighed, and removed his robe before holding it out as far from his body as his arm would let him and dropping it, pointedly. "Do you have any idea," he asked, climbing into the bed, "how angry I am with you?"

"It's nice to know the feeling is mutual," she said, sliding her head down the pillow and rolling onto her side to face him.

"Am I supposed to touch you now?" his voice held a note of disgust.

"No. You're supposed to lie there nervously with the understanding that you're in no position to do anything but humor me," she said, quite sincerely, as she reached out a hand and ran it lightly down his chest.

He moved quickly, more quickly than most would have expected of him, and certainly more quickly than she was prepared for after such a long night. Suddenly, he loomed above her, hands holding her arms to the bed, and one leg thrown across her thighs, pinning her in place. "Don't forget," he said, ruthless smile evident in the dark,"You would have made a great Slytherin, but you are not in fact a Slytherin. Beyond our friendship you were not educated that way and you were not raised that way, and whatever game you're playing at, I will win, and if you don't want that, you ought to withdraw."

Allosia said nothing, and as if to emphasize that fact, Snape let out a short laugh. As his eyes focused on her in the dark he was pleased to see that at least her fury hadn't slipped, that at least she wasn't afraid of him. That was something.

He dipped his head and kissed her, hard, seeking to bruise her lips, fight her mouth, and she responded in kind.

"You still want me," he breathed, coming up for air. He sounded both incredulous and victorious.

"I'd change that if I could," she said.

His laugh again. "You lie," he said, relaxing his grip on her arms and grinding against her for a moment, as if to reinforce the statement.

She glared at him in the dark, breathing heavily from anger as much as arousal.

He lowered himself to her side, and her head turned to follow. He cupped her face in his hand and then spread his fingers, before moving lower, briefly putting an inappropriate pressure on her throat, before exploring her body. He smiled when her eyes flickered closed, but didn't stop running his hands, and occasionally his nails, all over her. He let several small sounds catch in her throat before speaking himself.

His voice was soft and directed, the type of whisper that can be heard only by its intended recipient across a noisy room. "Don't open your eyes," he said with clear threat. "Just listen to me, feel me," his voice gentled and she absently wondered how someone who had so little interest in or understanding of music could sound so intentionally melodic. "Understand," he continued, leaning up to breath the words against her breasts, "that you know me, and that cannot be undone, regardless of trust or betrayal. I know you as well," his lips brushed her skin as he spoke, and she struggled to make the contact more than a flutter, "and you cannot hide your want from me."

In the silence, he continued to caress her slightly shaking and very pale body. When he slipped his hand between her legs and told her to open them, she did. "Very good," he cooed, "very good," flashing briefly on the dead woman from the forest.

He dragged his face and hair across her thigh, before settling between them. For a moment, he just rested his hands on her hips and breathed against her. He had, now and again, thought about this moment for twenty years. This had not fit into the script, or the location, when they were students. He watched her, so expectant, so relaxed, so absolutely as his mercy.

So he gasped when she grabbed his hair, hard, and pulled his mouth to her cunt.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked with a bemused growl, not slacking the pressure on the back of his head one bit.

He laughed into her then, the first genuine mirth he had felt all day. She may have wanted to kill him, she may have been intending to never speak to him again, but in that moment he was sure of only two things, that she tasted of lemons, and was, without any question, as much of a Slytherin as himself.



Her small voice and seeking hips told him she was starting to loose herself to him. He moved his hands from her breasts then, and slid them into her own, which had fallen from his hair to her sides. She grabbed at his fingers tightly, and Snape felt his heart ache at the sweetness and honesty of the moment. And then he sat up.

She gasped, as if all the air had just been removed from the room. Her eyes flashed open and he laughed out loud, not entirely cruelly.

"You're good, but I'm better. You lose yourself, and this is what I can do to you."

"Severus," she panted at him.

"What?" he asked, crisply, lying down on top of her.

"Please don't stop," she said, still searching for the air.

A small chuckle then, "but I already have," and he slipped to her side. Again, his hand found its way between her legs. He slipped one of his long fingers inside of her. She was lost again, and he marveled at the beauty of it.

"Please -" she gasped.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me."

"No," his voice was hard, reminding them both how much this wasn't a game anymore.

"Please -" her voice was more desperate now, so he pulled his hand away and quickly turned her onto her side.

Throwing a leg over her and pressing her hands to the bed, he said, "No, you'll wait until this is resolved. We both will."

"Don't you ever lose control?" she groaned, pressing her ass against him in a way that made the issue come into very sharp focus.

"Yes, I do, Allosia." He sounded surprisingly gentle and his breath was only slightly ragged. "And when I've passed your tests, I'll let you see that." He kissed her temple then. "Sleep now."

Despite his plea, they both lay awake, silently, in the dark for hours, curled around each other. Near dawn, he finally drifted off, and when he woke, she was gone.