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She opened her eyes and saw the upper half of the sun over the ocean disappear. The beach was dark and starry. The sand was warm beneath her body and she felt content. She sat up and gazed around, searching for another being on the small island she was on. Two small, scuttling birds scooted down the shore and started to peck urgently at the sand, fumbling for some kind of nourishment. She suddenly felt alone and frigid. She felt as though something was missing on this wonderful, peaceful haven she had woken up on. Suddenly, anxious and scared of being unaccompanied, she stood up rapidly and ran down the beach. She ran on and on, but couldn't find what she was investigating. The funny thing was, she didn't have any idea what she was looking for. All she knew is that if she didn't find whatever it was, she would die of frustration and languish. After looking for the unknown diversion for what seemed about a year, she sat down and laid back down on the warm sand. She felt empty and lost. Maybe, she thought, if I closed my eyes and slept, I would wake up out of this evil yet wonderful abode.
A slight rustling of sand beside her made her aware that she was, indeed, not alone, but before she could open her eyes she distinctly heard someone leaning over her, and warm lips brushed against hers. Happiness flooded her, and she returned the kiss instantly, eagerly, her lips clinging when it seemed the concealed man would have moved away, curving her arms around his shoulders, spreading her hands on warm cloth, keeping her eyes tightly closed as his mouth suddenly hardened on hers and the kiss deepened.
She had never kissed anyone like this before. . . or had she? She recognized the bittersweet lips and the faint smell of herbs.
He coaxed her mouth open, and her breathing quickened as desire unfolded inside her. Her body went taut and she thought that for a moment he held his breath, before the kiss became gentler, soft and drugging.
When at last he drew away she opened her eyes lazily, smiling, saying the name drowsily, "Severus."
Becky jack-knifed into a sitting position, realizing that she was now in her room staring in disbelief at the man sitting beside her on the bed.
She gasped, "Severus!"
"Yes," he said calmly. "Severus. Were you expecting anyone else?"
Becky ignored his silly question and asked, "How did. . . why are you in here?"
Severus laughed, throwing back his head. "I thought it was time for you to get up."
Becky pouted and glared at the amused Severus beside her. "What time is it?"
"Nine in the morning," he responded, bracing himself for a good slap. He knew Becky loved her sleep.
"You bastard!" she yelled, collecting her feathery pillow and hitting his head as hard as she could with it.
Severus fell onto the ground and started to laugh. Becky glared at him until she couldn't suppress the smile that was threatening to cover her face. Now she was positively beaming at Severus' fluttering form on the floor. When Severus was calmed down from his laughing session he stood up and walked over to the window. He jerked the shades open, to let millions of rays of light into the room. Becky squinted her eyes and whined and she picked her pillow up off the floor and laid down again, determined to fall asleep with all the light that was now blinding her.
"Get up!" Severus yelled happily as he walked over and pulled the warm comforter off of Becky.
She gave up. With the brilliant light and Severus bothering her, she would never be able to sleep again.
"Fine," she grumbled as she got up and walked towards the washroom.
"You certainly acted different when I kissed you while you were sleeping. Were you, perhaps, dreaming? And dreaming of me?" he asked, amused.
"I was, indeed, dreaming," Becky joked as she turned around to look at him. "But I was dreaming of Sirius Black."
She then walked into the washroom and shut the door, hearing him growl at her remark.
I probably should have said Harry Potter, she thought.
She opened her eyes and saw the upper half of the sun over the ocean disappear. The beach was dark and starry. The sand was warm beneath her body and she felt content. She sat up and gazed around, searching for another being on the small island she was on. Two small, scuttling birds scooted down the shore and started to peck urgently at the sand, fumbling for some kind of nourishment. She suddenly felt alone and frigid. She felt as though something was missing on this wonderful, peaceful haven she had woken up on. Suddenly, anxious and scared of being unaccompanied, she stood up rapidly and ran down the beach. She ran on and on, but couldn't find what she was investigating. The funny thing was, she didn't have any idea what she was looking for. All she knew is that if she didn't find whatever it was, she would die of frustration and languish. After looking for the unknown diversion for what seemed about a year, she sat down and laid back down on the warm sand. She felt empty and lost. Maybe, she thought, if I closed my eyes and slept, I would wake up out of this evil yet wonderful abode.
A slight rustling of sand beside her made her aware that she was, indeed, not alone, but before she could open her eyes she distinctly heard someone leaning over her, and warm lips brushed against hers. Happiness flooded her, and she returned the kiss instantly, eagerly, her lips clinging when it seemed the concealed man would have moved away, curving her arms around his shoulders, spreading her hands on warm cloth, keeping her eyes tightly closed as his mouth suddenly hardened on hers and the kiss deepened.
She had never kissed anyone like this before. . . or had she? She recognized the bittersweet lips and the faint smell of herbs.
He coaxed her mouth open, and her breathing quickened as desire unfolded inside her. Her body went taut and she thought that for a moment he held his breath, before the kiss became gentler, soft and drugging.
When at last he drew away she opened her eyes lazily, smiling, saying the name drowsily, "Severus."
Becky jack-knifed into a sitting position, realizing that she was now in her room staring in disbelief at the man sitting beside her on the bed.
She gasped, "Severus!"
"Yes," he said calmly. "Severus. Were you expecting anyone else?"
Becky ignored his silly question and asked, "How did. . . why are you in here?"
Severus laughed, throwing back his head. "I thought it was time for you to get up."
Becky pouted and glared at the amused Severus beside her. "What time is it?"
"Nine in the morning," he responded, bracing himself for a good slap. He knew Becky loved her sleep.
"You bastard!" she yelled, collecting her feathery pillow and hitting his head as hard as she could with it.
Severus fell onto the ground and started to laugh. Becky glared at him until she couldn't suppress the smile that was threatening to cover her face. Now she was positively beaming at Severus' fluttering form on the floor. When Severus was calmed down from his laughing session he stood up and walked over to the window. He jerked the shades open, to let millions of rays of light into the room. Becky squinted her eyes and whined and she picked her pillow up off the floor and laid down again, determined to fall asleep with all the light that was now blinding her.
"Get up!" Severus yelled happily as he walked over and pulled the warm comforter off of Becky.
She gave up. With the brilliant light and Severus bothering her, she would never be able to sleep again.
"Fine," she grumbled as she got up and walked towards the washroom.
"You certainly acted different when I kissed you while you were sleeping. Were you, perhaps, dreaming? And dreaming of me?" he asked, amused.
"I was, indeed, dreaming," Becky joked as she turned around to look at him. "But I was dreaming of Sirius Black."
She then walked into the washroom and shut the door, hearing him growl at her remark.
I probably should have said Harry Potter, she thought.