25 December 1994

Olivia blinked her eyes open. She felt a tickle between her legs. She gasped as she looked down to see the dark potions master between her thighs. His silky hair was responsible for the tickle. He smiled at her, deviously, before lowering his head back down. He licked between her legs slowly, enjoying the moans he was pulling from her.

"Severus," she begged.

He looked up at her with his eyes only, his lips and tongue continued to explore her folds. Cocking his eyebrow, he silently urged her to continue.

"I need you! Come up here, please!". Smirking, he licked his way up her body. When his head rested on their shared pillow, he pulled her close to his body. They slowly kissed, passionately, as they lay on their sides facing one another. His tongue reached out to caress hers, he tasted delicious in the morning, evidently.

He reached up with his large hand, smoothing her long hair out of his way so he could suckle on her collarbone. Olivia loved the feeling of his hot mouth exploring her overly sensitive skin. He slid his hand down her body, over to her bare thigh. She had forgotten she slept naked last night. She didn't bother to be embarrassed though, it made for an awfully convenient morning.

He hooked his fingers under her knee, moving her leg to wrap around his own body. His body was softer than she remembered, feathery soft where she would've thought his muscles to be hard. The feeling of his hardened cock distracted her from her thoughts. He had reached between their bodies, grasping his length and shoving into her briskly. She gasped as their bodies joined. She wished he'd make more noise, touch her more.

She decided she would have to take the lead this morning. Perhaps she had worn him out the night before? He wasn't as participatory for their morning coupling. She ground her clit against his soft body. It took a while for her to get a good pace, but after several minutes of grinding, she felt her hips snap at the end of each thrust, pulling her orgasm nearer and nearer. She continued to grind and moan and snap her hips until she called out his name. Breathless, she heard a deep chuckle from behind her.

"Wow. Happy Christmas to me. That seemed like a good one. Perhaps you'll permit me to join next time?"

Olivia's eyes snapped open. Squinting from the morning sun, she was horrified to find out she had dreamed of their morning congress. At least she knew why he felt so soft... poor pillow...

Olivia quickly threw the covers over her head in embarrassment. This only made the wizard laugh harder.

"Oh, no... don't you dare hide from me. You molested my poor pillow and now I feel quite jealous. I thought I made it clear last night that your pleasure belonged to me. Perhaps you need a new lesson? That could be my gift..."

Olivia's fingers curled over the top of the bedsheet, pulling it down slightly so she could peek out towards the man.

God. He looked gorgeous, all sleep-tousled and smiling.

Olivia allowed herself a few moments to stare at him. His black hair stuck out in all directions, as if someone...Olivia... tugged at it all night. He was dressed in a long-sleeved white Oxford shirt and black trousers.

Of course. God forbid the man walk around naked to let me ogle him all morning... I'll tell him to make his cock my Christmas gift.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be able to get out of bed today?" She whined.

"Ah, I have every intention of joining you soon. But I wanted to cook my witch some breakfast. You'll need to keep your strength up for what I have planned," he smirked.

She threw her head back against the pillow. Running a hand down her face in disbelief. "You cook as well?"

"But of course," he scoffed. "Come and join me in the kitchen, it's almost ready. I had come in to wake you but... evidently, I got distracted".

Olivia went to sit up, clasping the silky sheet against her bare chest. "I don't have anything to wear except for my dress from last night," she winced as she sat up fully. She was sore all over. At least she knew she didn't imagine his size; she hadn't felt like this since she lost her virginity. Maybe next time he will
leave the lights on and the blindfold off.

Severus snorted. "I don't mind having a naked witch for breakfast". He snickered as she blushed once again. He turned and walked towards his wardrobe, grabbing one of his spare Oxford shirts for her to don. He tossed it on the bed for her.

"The gentlemanly thing would be to turn around while I dress," she teased.

"Ah well... I was a gentleman 10 minutes ago before I saw you fucking my pillow. Now I'm afraid I've lost all sense of proper etiquette and have decided that I will simply leer at you until you wrap your legs around me again".

Merlin, it's too early for this level of seduction. Just fuck me, who needs food?

"Come on. Breakfast first," he smirked as he turned and headed for the kitchen.

Olivia sat on the side of the bed, buttoning Severus' shirt. She was a bit disappointed it was freshly laundered, she'd rather it smelled of him. Standing up, she felt the cold tile beneath her feet as she stretched the sleep from her body. She was able to look around his room for the first time, last night she was less than observant. The head of his bed rested against one of the walls, jutting out proudly into the center of the room, facing a beautiful fireplace. In front of the hearth lay a very luxurious rug. She intimately remembered her skin being pressed against the soft fibers last night.

She turned to remake his bed, preferring to do it the Muggle way. His sheets were really soft and smooth - almost silky but she knew the man would never sleep on actual silk. The dark mahogany headboard pressed against his deep green bed curtains which matched his linen. Olivia knew he enjoyed reading, but it was pleasurable to know he was as much a bibliophile as she was. He had even more bookshelves in his room, adding to the collection she had seen through the other areas of his quarters.

What surprised her the most was how bright the room was. The source was an enchanted window. She knew they were beneath the black lake and thus was expecting his chambers to be dark, like they had been that first time she was in his sitting room. She snuck into his bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth before padding off to find the man.

She entered his kitchen, smiling at the dark-haired man. He could be so scary and intimidating - his scowl could make even the bravest wizards crumble. But here he was cooking her breakfast and smiling.

"Good morning, Severus," she greeted.

"Miss Wright," he responded as he switched off the oven.

"I think we have progressed to first names, don't you?"

"Perhaps. Although I'm still pretty fond of Sir. Please, have a seat". Olivia smirked and bit her lower lip.

Just a few bites and then I can jump him. I'm rather fond of 'Sir' myself...

She took a seat as he floated their breakfast to the table. She was expecting cereal or toast; that seemed to be the go-to option for the few times she woke up in someone else's bed. She let out a gasp when the table was filled with a typical French breakfast.

"I wasn't sure if you'd prefer English, American or French, but somehow I thought madame would prefer the latter". Severus had supplied a rich smelling coffee with milk on the side, freshly made croissants, "and the pièce de résistance... petits pain au chocolat," he purred as the delicacy settled itself in front of her.

If Olivia thought his proper British accent was a panty-dropper, she wasn't sure how she'd be able to survive him speaking French. Her lips parted as she inhaled deeply. The aroma of the rich chocolate filled her nose, and the rich timbre of his voice filled her heart.

"Severus! This had to have taken hours!". He shrugged his shoulders in indifference.

"I don't sleep much on a good night. And truth be told, I'm not used to sharing my bed. You're a cover hog...".

"I am not!" She playfully nudged his shoulder.

He laughed for a few moments before wincing a bit in embarrassment. "At the risk of sounding like a wanker, I must apologize; I don't have any gift for you. I hope you don't think poorly of me, I wasn't really expecting any of this to happen". She smiled warmly at him, which allowed his anxiety to lessen.

"That's perfectly fine! I wasn't expecting anything at all. I didn't get you anything either," she looked down, disappointed in herself.

"I'm not so sure about that. Last night was one of the best nights of my life". Olivia snapped her eyes on to his, searching for any hint of a lie. She didn't find one.

"Well? Tuck in..." the man nodded towards her to start her meal. She reached out to grab a flakey pastry, the steam escaping when she cracked it open.

Perfection.

She took a bite, savoring its buttery taste as she moaned her approval.

"Mmm, my compliments to the Chef," Severus lowered his head in humility before pouring himself some coffee. "So... you are a potions master, expert chef, and speak French. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Hm. Well, I've never been one for conversation or social niceties".

There's an understatement.

"Do you have an affinity for French cuisine?"

"I suppose you could say that. I... traveled a lot in my youth. All over Europe. I loved France the most, I think. I've never had reason to travel to America though. How about you? Where do you prefer to hang your cloak?".

Off your bed...

"I think everywhere has its pros and cons. America is very freeing, you can be yourself and loosen up a bit. France on the other hand... I love the culture and food. Museums and art and the like. It's quite a romantic place, I guess I'm a sucker for it".

"You never lost your American accent though. Haven't you been in France the majority of your life?" He sipped at his coffee while he tried to get to know the witch. He suddenly felt a bit scummy for bedding a woman he knew so little about.

"No, I suppose I didn't. I obviously speak French fluently but... I'm thankful I kept something of my American heritage".

Severus continued asking questions about the witch, quenching his thirst for knowledge about her. They had a lot in common he noticed, she was always researching and attempting to stay as educated as possible on the healing end of healthcare, just as he was remaining educated on the research aspects of potion creation and their use for healing. The conversation volleyed back and forth easily, as long as she continued to avoid too-personal questions. It seemed she knew better than to ask him, he supposed she learned her lesson with his scars last night.

There was a lull in conversation as they continued to eat, neither was bothered by the silence. Olivia had started rubbing her bare foot over Severus's shin playfully which had earned her a growl or two.

Severus had grabbed one of the chocolate pastries and held it up to Olivia's mouth. "Care for the first bite?" He bit his lip as she opened her mouth for him to feed her. The chocolate cream oozed out over her chin; Olivia giggled as she quickly tried to clean up. "Here... allow me..." Severus reached out with a long finger and scooped the chocolate off her chin and brought it to his mouth. "Delicious," he commented.

Olivia's eyes flashed heat as she watched Severus lick his finger clean. He grinned and offered her the remainder of the pastry.

"That was a dirty trick you know," she teased.

"Oh?"

"Mm hmm. Reminding me of last night when I'm trying to behave myself at the table... sir".

Well, his cock certainly liked that term of endearment.

"Finish your treat quickly and I might give you something else for your obvious oral fixation". Severus stood from the table and started cleaning his dishes.

"You don't want any?"

"That's not the cream I want this morning, no".

Merlin.

She hurried and finished eating, strutting into the kitchen to help with the dishes. "Can I help? Sooner we finish sooner we can..."

With a flick of his wand, all the dishes and cookware were cleaned and sent away where they belonged. He strode over to her, grasping her hips and lifting her on top of the counter. He quickly parted her legs and stepped between them. He grabbed a hold of her right leg behind the knee, raising it up to straddle his waist as his right arm wrapped around her back and pushed her against his placket.

"Sooner we can, what?" He hissed as his teeth nipped the shell of her ear.

"Oh, God Severus,"

"Tsk tsk tsk... that's not the correct name... surely you can do better than that?" He shook his head in mock reproach.

"Mmmph fuck!" His clever hands found their way to her clitoris. Severus used slow, circular motions to drive her crazy.

"Sir! Sir... your name is sir..."

"Good girl". He pulled her close to his chest, scooping her off the counter and carrying her back towards his bed.

XOX

"Where on earth did you learn how to do that?" A sweaty Severus lay on his back, gasping for breath as a giggling witch laid her head on his chest.

"No idea," she panted, brushing the hair out of her face. "I'm honestly not that experienced". She fiddled with the buttons on his open shirt that he had refused to remove.

"Liar".

"No, really!" Olivia wove her fingers between his, bringing his hand to her lips to kiss. He allowed his eyes to close, relaxing under the touch and pressure of the witch.

They continued to cuddle and kiss under the covers for the remainder of the morning. They continued to talk, although Olivia carried most of the conversation; Severus seemed to be either shutting down emotionally or physically. She tried to not let it hurt; she had been warned by himself and her new friends that he was a tough and closed off man. If she wanted this to work, she'd have to be patient. They rubbed their feet against one another, caressing every inch of each other while they relaxed and kissed.

Severus groaned when he checked the time on his father's old pocket watch. "Bollocks". He laid his head back down and closed his eyes, completely unwilling to get out of bed.

"Mm what is it?" Olivia questioned with sleep still in her voice. They had dozed off after their second round that morning - Merry Christmas indeed.

"We have to get up now, Love. We have to go to that stupid feast in the Great Hall".

"It sounds fun. Besides, we can play under the table if you want," she winked.

"Merlin, Witch. You'll be the death of me some day, I just know it". He rolled over on top of her, kissing the tops of her breasts goodbye for the time being.

"Why must we go to a feast when I have a perfectly good Christmas feast lying underneath me right now. You taste better than anything up there anyway," he dipped his head lower to lick a stripe across her nipples.

"Mmm Severus... don't start something you aren't going to have time to finish".

"Are you telling me what to do, little Witch?" His eyes darkened as he ran his fingers through her folds, collecting their combined fluids. He reached up to her lips, silently instructing her to clean him off. She obeyed immediately, swirling her tongue over his digits.

Well, that backfired.

"Awww poor sir," she purred. "Now you're going to have to go upstairs all hard. Pity. Although I'll enjoy every minute of it".

"You are definitely getting spanked the very next time I have you in my chambers".

Empty threats.

"Well, I for one, am famished and looking forward to the feast". She rubbed her hands over his clothed back as he continued to place wet kisses over her chest.

"You may go without me then. I have no desire to be around anyone after last night".

"Are you embarrassed of me, Severus?". He rolled off of her, clearing his throat before resting against the headboard. Olivia rolled over onto her stomach, distracting the wizard with her naked body. His eyes traced the curve of her back as it met with her soft, smooth arse.

"I'm a difficult man. I'm... very private. I don't enjoy the idea that students and staff saw me so unguarded as they did last night". I don't like feeling vulnerable. I don't want someone to take what is mine.

"I hardly think anyone paid attention. Besides, by the time we danced, the ball was practically over - all the underage kids had already left, and it was mostly staff. Although... Minerva will probably tease us, I'm sure".

"Indeed". He crossed his arms.

"Awwww Sev. Don't pout..." his heart beat out of his chest at the name. She scooted up towards the head of the bed to straddle his waist, running her fingers through his hair. He groaned as she tugged at his dark locks. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, darting out her tongue to lick his lobe before speaking. "I enjoy being seen with you. Come on... let's go get some food... and then when we come back, I'll do whatever you want".

His eyebrow rose almost as quickly as his cock did. "Whatever I want?"

She giggled. "Mm hmmm".

"Alright, witch. You win. Run off to your chambers to get dressed, I'll meet you in the hall". She giggled and scurried off, transfiguring her dress from last night, making it a bit more casual to make it to her room.

XOX

Severus was the first to arrive, making his way to the head table and sitting down reluctantly. He couldn't help the slight smirk at the ideas he had running through his head of what he would do to Olivia in exchange for his presence.

"Good morning, Severus. Did you have a nice lie in?" Minerva greeted with a knowing smirk. Severus snorted and kept his eyes fixed to his plate; he wouldn't take the bait.

"I can't decide if you look like you had a restful night, or a restless night. What do you think, Poppy?" She turned to the Mediwitch who was sitting beside her.

"Hm, you know I'm not sure. On a completely unrelated note... did you know Olivia never returned from the Ball last night? I do hope she was in good hands. Severus... you haven't seen her, have you?" The two elder witches giggled.

The old biddies were lucky there were so many witnesses around or he'd have hexed them.

By a stroke of luck... be it good or bad, he was sure... Olivia chose that moment to walk in, looking as beautiful as ever and properly chipper.

"Good morning, Minerva, Poppy" she greeted.

Merlin, could she be any more obvious? Severus half expected her to break out in song and sing to sweet little Forrest animals about her shag.

The elder witches looked at each other, eyes glittering before giggling back a response of "Good morning".

"Sleep well? I didn't see you come back last night," Poppy inquired. Olivia quickly glanced at Severus to see what she should say.

Did he want this to stay a secret?

"I did, thank you," she replied curtly before tucking into her food next to Severus. He reached down his left hand to squeeze her knee which was resting against his. The elder witches continued to smirk throughout the meal, gossiping about the couple's lack of answers and silence.

"They look quite cozy," Minerva whispered.

"It's so nice to see him look happy for once...well, as happy as Severus would ever allow himself to look," stated Poppy.

"Mm hmm. I can't wait to hear all about it. We need to get her alone for a hen party!"

"Indeed!"

The rest of the feast passed on quickly as far as Olivia was concerned. Dumbledore had made some sort of generalized Christmas speech, the food was outstanding as always, and the buzz of conversation throughout the hall was deafening. Olivia beamed inside. She had finally gotten Severus to open up, if only a little. Last night had been better than she could have imagined, but this morning was even better. She felt a stirring in her belly as she hoped Severus was serious about bending her to his will after the feast. She couldn't wait.

The feast had ended, and Severus had removed his hand from her knee where it had rested for the entirety of the meal. The Great Hall was emptying quickly, much to Severus' pleasure. He had just started to lean over to whisper in Olivia's ear when Dumbledore came up behind him.

"Happy Christmas, Miss Wright".

"Merry Christmas, Headmaster".

"I wanted to apologize for last night. I assure you; Mr. Korshunov has been returned home to be dealt with appropriately".

"Oh. Thank you, Sir". She blushed. How had she forgotten all about Ivan? She was disturbed at the thought of what had transpired but Severus helped her to forget, and for that she was thankful.

Dumbledore cleared his throat as his glittering eyes danced between Olivia and Severus.

Bollocks. The old man knows. Severus scowled as he narrowed his eyes at the headmaster in challenge.

"Severus, my boy. I believe we have some matters to discuss? If I could borrow you for a few moments. It won't take long, I know you have other... duties to attend to," he glanced at Olivia and winked. Severus growled in response before throwing his napkin on the table and loudly pushing his chair back. "You too, Minerva," Dumbledore called.

Severus leaned over and squeezed her knee one last time before standing. "I'll be back soon," he whispered before he stood and left with the others.