Chapter 29

Sexual Healing

April was quickly passing into June.

It had taken Severus Snape, Potions Master, head of Slytherin House two months to properly assimilate the lost memories.

It was Saturday and they had spent a quiet evening in, indulging in a romantic candle lit dinner for two.

"That was really wonderful Severus," she said after taking a final sip of her wine. He looked up modestly, peering over the flickering candle at her face. He to took a last gulp of his wine then carefully positioned the crystal glass onto the table.

"You are just saying that," he replied, "just to be nice." His expression changed to one of annoyance.

"No I didn't. You really are a good cook. Better than me. If it weren't for the house elves I don't know what I would do. I swear I would probably even burn an egg to ashes."

"You can't possibly be that bad," said Severus with a frown. He folded his arms.

"Yea, but without a wand I'm hopeless. Thank Merlin that you can cook without the aid of magic."

"That isn't entirely true my dear. In fact I used magic to cook the ingredients."

"You are a potions master. Cooking something comes easy with folk like you."

"Maybe, but-"

"Oh and that Cauldron pudding you spent seven hours on was delish." Taya leaned closer. "Are you blushing again?"

"No," said Severus who quickly got up. He waved his new wand over the table and everything vanished. He watched her as she moved slightly in her chair adjusting the sleek figure hugging gown she was wearing. The fabric was black, but sparkled with enchanted stars so every time she moved they glistened with jewel like intensity.

Severus swallowed. She looked positively beautiful. Her hair was fastened loosely upon her head. A few random selected locks danced provocatively as she moved. They hung about around her forehead and neck, coiling down almost to her waist.

The sight of her, a temptress, his temptress was provoking dangerous thoughts, and those dangerous thoughts mingled with her scent and the image of her lovely being roused deep feelings. Emotions he hadn't felt for a long time, not since Lorsekruker's re-appearance and his desperate longing to be touched briefly the day he had come to her room to speak of his troubles.

"Taya?"

"Yep?"

"Would it be rude of me to ask something of you?"

She laughed. "Depends. What?" He stiffened and took a deep breath.

"Forgive me for sounding obscene but..."

"What is it Severus?" She smiled. "What do you want?"

"We haven't... um, I feel that I would like to..." He was hunting for words. "This is silly. What I'm trying to say is that we... I mean that I need -"

"Are you sure? I mean it's only been a couple of months since it happened?"

Thank God, he thought, that she understood and also didn't bath in my awkwardness. "Yes. I... I need it. Desperately." Her eyebrows shot up, nearly disappearing into her fringe. Severus felt like shoving his foot into his mouth. Damn you Snape for being so... He clenched his jaw. Desperate.

"It's okay. I think I need you too ... right now." She noticed the haunting hopelessness in his eyes despite his apparent attempts to mask it and the longing need for some kind of sexual healing, a release.

"I wish I could declare how much you have helped me, given to me," he said. Taya smiled tenderly and felt her cheeks heat up and she knew that it wasn't from the wine.

"You can. Okay?" she said smiling and she casually stepped over to him and eased him into a snug embrace. She felt his body react almost instantly to her. She reached up onto tip toes and they kissed.

Moments later he had shredded himself of the clothing, heavy fabric that was irritating his aroused skin and it had fallen to the floor in a matter of seconds.

Now he was laying on his bed, on his back with Taya sliding over him. His dungeon quarters had never felt so comforting.

She kissed his mouth and felt him quicken. Her lips skimming down his neck to his throat, warm flesh soft and smooth beneath her mouth. Warm and tempting.

His hand eased around her pulling her down until she was laying on top of him. She smiled into his mouth as the gathered cloth of her dress was pulled off her shoulders. Hastily she climbed out of it then worked on removing her hair from the binds that held it up. It slid down her back into a sea of loose curls. For a moment he grasped the silken tendrils in his hands then reached them over the fabric, cupping her breasts over the soft satiny fabric of her corset, lightly stroking her until she moaned his name out loud.

Not content with touching her over her underwear he reached behind and unfastened the clasps.

Quickly he resumed his gentle fondling, only this time he eased his hands under the boned fabric, under the cups and onto bare skin, lightly flicking the pads of his fingers over her tantalised flesh.

Hastily Taya removed the garment and slung it aside along with any other items of clothes she wore. His hands eased down and made their home secured around her waist. She moved against him feeling his erection against her thigh.

Noticing his heat spiralling further she moved down his body kissing every inch. Licking, nibbling his skin caused him to stretch against her.

Her hands hovered over his arousal for a moment.

"I desire you," he breathed into her hair. He took her hand tracing it along his body then placed it against his hip.

"Trust me, Severus."