Disclaimers etc... See part 1
Author's note: Ok... Apparently you have all been waiting for this... Have no idea why...
*innocent smile*
Ok. There is plot. I swear. Really. There is. Just look reeeeal hard.
On another side. Rehearsals are REALLY kicking into gear now so I don't know when the next
bit will be out.
Thanks to everyone who helped, ESPECIALLY Diana. I suck at sex scenes. They're not natural
for me. So occasionally I need encouragement.
On with the show.
Part 38
They literally fell into the room and into each other. The younger of the two let out a gasp of
surprise and pleasure as friction was added to his already precarious situation. Harry lowered his
head onto Snape's shoulder panting. They stayed on the floor for a few moments, hips slowly
undulating.
"Please move." Snape ordered.
"I was trying not to, actually."Harry looked up and into his eyes, "After all that fuss you made last
time about the floor and your poor, old decrepit back."
Old. Of course Harry had to mention old. "Get off of me, Mr. Potter."
After a few moments of apparent debate with his own body, Harry rolled over and lay on the floor
taking deep breaths. "I supposed you want to have a conversation about what happened earlier."
He ran a hand over his face and through hair, before pushing himself up to lean on his elbows.
"No. I really don't"
Harry gave him a puzzled look. "You don't?"
He gave a tired sigh. "Aside from the fact that I want to all together forget that you have that sort
of access to my mind, its not such a wild leap of logic to think that whatever is happening to us is
about to change at least one more time."
Snape watched Harry's lips form a small circle. "Oh."
He noted that he was beginning an unhealthy obsession with Harry's lips. "If I'm going to be
forced to be stuck in your presence for an undetermined amount of time we are going to have to
do something about your vocabulary."
In as close to a sarcastic voice as Harry could manage, which was becoming threateningly close to
what Snape could accomplish. "I didn't know you cared."
"I don't." He corrected. "Its an act of self preservation."
"Oh." Harry had an obnoxious smile plastered on his face.
"Oh, for gods sake, wipe that grotesque thing of your face."
"Make me." Harry challenged.
"Mr. Potter, " he began with a glimmer in his eye, "take your off you clothes." The smile
disappeared from Harry's face so quickly he almost had whiplash. Snape quirked an eyebrow,
"Really, Mr. Potter, that was hardly any effort at all" he let his fingertips trail down Harry's face,
"you gave me the impression that I might have a bit of a fight on my hands."
Harry's eyes glazed over a bit at the contact. He licked his lips and whispered, "Sorry."
Snape was transfixed on those moistened lips "Finally," he murmured. "An apology."
Snape felt the pull tighten, there was an anticipation tugging at him and his body ached for some
sort of completion. He felt broken, torn, the itching had reached a fever pitch and it was over
taking his senses. As if now that there were no longer an practical impediments, the spell knew,
and it begged for the servants under its thrall to do something.
Snape's voice had dropped to a husky tone, "Come on, before we really can't hold out any
longer." He stood up and offered a hand to the young man. As the appendages slid together
something unclenched, it was as if it KNEW that they were so very close to satisfying its original
intent, its purpose.
They entered his bedroom and turned to face each other.
Harry looked up at him and said, "I would like to state, for the record, that this is weird."
"You have a talent for understatement that would amaze even the most simple creature"
They swayed towards each other. Like magnets drawn to polar opposites. Finally they both gave
up their battles and swept forward. Lips met in a desperate act to join. Hot, wet kisses was all that
he knew for an undetermined time. When he came back to his senses, he found his hands had
wound around Harry's hair, clutched desperately at it.
There were low, keening sounds echoing throughout the room. Who they were from Snape had
no idea. He didn't have anything left in him to feel ashamed at the loss of control. He was one
large mass of need.
Harry's hands found their way under his robes. When had they been unbuttoned? The question
quickly fled his mind as Harry attached a hot mouth to his nipple.
The rough skin of that questing tongue nearly made his eyes roll back in his head. It was going
too far too fast. He gently pried Harry's head away from his chest and spent several moments just
running his thumbs in circles over the soft skin.
Harry's mouth formed a small circle as he let out small puffs of air.
"Slow, or it will consume us both."
Harry nodded blindly. "Right, slow."
They leaned in to kiss again.
Time ceased to exist once more. This time when awareness came back Harry's arms were
wrapped around his neck and he had pulled the younger man's body flush with his.
They leaned foreheads together, letting out panting breaths. "Going slow may be harder that I first
thought." Snape rasped.
"Uh huh." Harry was busy wrapping himself tighter and closer around Snape.
They took comfort in each other for a few moments.
"Slow." He repeated as he began to slowly remove Harry's robes to reveal his jeans and t-shirt
underneath. "You muggles and your clever clothes."
Harry blushed, "S'not like I have much of a choice."
He proceeded to remove Harry's t-shirt. "You can't buy your own clothes?" He began to softly
trace indistinct patterns on Harry's chest.
"My muggle," Harry's breath hitched in his chest, "my muggle relatives would never, oh," he
closed his eyes and lost his place as tough fingers found sensitive spots on his chest, "Um, they
would never spend any of their, ah" he lost himself when Snape leaned in and began feasting on a
the side of his neck..
"Go on." Snape prompted.
"They w-wouldn't spend any of their precious m-money on a f-freak like me." He finally managed
to get out.
Sliding his hands slowly around Harry's body, a more intimate version of the hugs they had been
sharing all week. Hands instinctively found the small of his back. "It never occurred to you to use
your own money to buy clothing during the school year." He pulled back slightly and looked into
green eyes, something he had been avoiding because of the intensity to which they affected him.
Harry's eyes were wide. He was surprised. "You mean it *never* occurred to you?"
Harry shook his head.
"Gryffindors." He responded lightly stroking a cheek.
They crushed themselves against each other. When had this become so natural? When had he
resigned himself to this? He was married.
Oh god, he hadn't even dealt with that and here he was, on his wedding night.
His wedding night. What a ridiculous notion.
There were moments in his life that he had envisioned, imagined, orchestrated and even practiced,
to make sure he could live them to their fullest. This was one scene that had died very soon after
it was born. Before he had even left Hogwarts. This one along wit the sham he had helped
perpetuate earlier. Were not even remote fantasies.
But here he was, in bed.
In bed?
When had they gotten there?
It was getting away from him again.
He was draped all over Harry, a leg wedged between two finely toned ones. Back to those
drugging kisses that made him tingle down to his toes. Their hips were slowly rocking back and
forth. He pressed closer, wanting to feel the other body next to his sensitized skin, wanting the
friction to send those delicious tendrils of pleasure shooting through him.
Somehow their pants had been removed. How, he didn't know, maybe wishful magic, maybe they
had done it and he simply did not remember.
He moved his hands away from the muscled he was massaging and the leg he was clutching
desperately.
Bracing his hands on either side of Harry's head, he removed his lips, braving another look into
those eyes. "We should make a decision before..." he gasped, their hips had not stopped moving
and they were sending little spark of shooting through him, "...before we get to the point where
we can't anymore."
Panting. "Decisions?"
He nodded, "Decisions."
"Professor the-"
He shivered. "Don't call me that," he snapped. Then calmer. "I think considering all of the
circumstances you can call me Severus. All in all, it would make me feel like less of a dirty old
man."
Harry looked poleaxe. "Not old and you know, that never occurred to me."
"Now that I think about it, I'm rather surprised it hasn't come up before."
"I think I've been pretty distracted."
"Hmm. Yes. Speaking of distractions..." He paused and reached into his side table to take out a
small bottle, "Here." He said, as he handed it to Harry.
"What's this?"
"Do I really have to spell it out for you?" He gave Harry a significant look.
"Oh!" Harry's eyes went wide. "You mean, you're... that is I..."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"I just didn't expect you to... to..."
"To what Mr. Potter?"
"You know. I could do without the extra kinkiness that's added by your using my surname while
we're half naked in bed."
The decision to hand Harry the bottle had actually been made as soon as he realized exactly how
little control he had. It disgusted him that part of his decision was based on the fact that the yong
man he had been molesting regularly was incredibly inexperienced and no one deserved to be at
the mercy of a man that out of control, let alone a virgin.
There wasn't enough water in the world that would make him clean again.
"Stop that." Harry's voice cut into his thoughts.
"Stop what?" He asked.
"Looking at me like you're about to defiling a holy relic."
"Some people might interpret it that way."
Shove. "Besides, if I caught your meaning I'm the one about to do the defiling."
Someone had certainly regained his equilibrium fast.
Annoying twit.
"Yes, speaking of the - please get on with it." He laid back there was no movement. "Well?" he
prompted.
Harry's slightly grumpy voice said, "You completely ruined the mood."
He what? "How on earth did I do that?"
"I don't know," Harry answered, "but you did."
"We've been... in the mood," he sneered," for nearly a week and NOW the urge too jump me and
melt every single bone in my body suddenly vanishes?"
"I make your bones melt?"
He briefly closed his eyes and cursed his loose tongue. "You thought you were the only one
affected?" That up until now I had been humoring you. Yes, of course you've figured it out
POTTER, this was all a plot to give you the worst case of blue balls in the history of the
Wizarding world."
"You know, you made you point near the end of your second sentence."
Petulant. "I like being verbose."
"Uh huh."
He had to shut him up. Severus sat up and took a long caress, starting from Harry's cheek and
ending at the tip of his cot boxer clad erection..
As his heart sped up, he noted that he had not been unaffected by the move. But judging by the
renewed harsh panting coming from his partner, it had not been to the same degree. "How's the
mood now?"
"Better?" Harry's unsure voice said.
"Not ruined then, just a but tarnished." He laid back down, "Do you need instructions?"
"No, Hermione told me the basics," there was some embarrassment in Harry's voice, "and then
Ron gave me some practical advice."
He took back every bad thing he'd ever said about Weasley, just for getting him out of that little
scenario.
There was a brief silence before Harry asked, "Do you want me to... erm... take off your..." the
voice trailed off.
Take of his? Oh. His boxers.
Right. Nakedness was going to come into this somewhere. Silently he slid them off and motioned
for Harry to continue.
"Oh."
A tentative hand slid up his thigh, lightly massaging the muscle. It explored the area thoroughly
before tentatively laying touching... him.
A spark shot through him and his hips bucked. "I'm not as young as I used to be," he ground out,
"try to not waste this opportunity."
The hand disappeared only to reappear a moment later, covered in a thick slippery substance.
Good stuff. He was after all, one of the better Potions Masters in Britain.
The hand found what it was seeking and he felt a tentative invasion. Instinctively he widened his
legs. Something inside was gearing up, a strange anticipation, that had little to do with incipient
orgasm, was building in his body. It was as if he was coming into focus for the first time in a long
time.
There were two fingers now, gliding in and out and oh god did that feel good.
He heard two sets of harsh breathing and suspected that Harry was very close to his limits for self
control.
"Stop." When had his voice gotten so rough? He sat up and looked Harry into eyes. "Just... get
on with it."
Taking deep breaths, Harry answered him, "Be careful, you're on the verge of killing the mood
again."
Severus answered by wrapping his hand around Harry, rubbing the lotion into the smooth flesh.
As much as he tried to ignore the soft gasping sounds Harry was making, he found his body
couldn't and he hurriedly finished smoothing the lotion over Harry.
This time when he leaned back he drew Harry with him, "I trust you don't need a diagram."
"I think I can figure it out."
There was pressure. Then stretching, aching. Then slick sliding until- oh! He gasped and the
movement stopped.
"Are you ok?"
He opened his eyes, when had he closed them? A harsh whisper came from his mouth. "Keep
going. That was a good sound."
"Oh."
The movement continued until, some undeterminable time later, he could feel Harry flush against
him.
Harry's roughened voice came to him, "This is... this is... there are no words."
He understood. It went beyond the physical, which, in and of itself, was once again, making his
knees weak. There was something inside him, them, that was finally happy. He looked into green
eyes and something snapped.
Harry began to move.
Oh god.
Push and pull.
Sliding.
Sharp white-hot spikes started at the base of his spine and finished in bright colorful swirls behind
his eye lids.
So good. Glide. So very good.
A rush of power went through him. Them.
Hips started to work faster. His mind was awash in sensation.
More. Need more. We need more.
Good. Goodgoodgood.
Don't stop. Can't stop. Won't stop.
A sharp smacking sound.
Keep going.
Intoxicating pleasure. Building. Growing. Seeping into both of them.
Oh god. More. Moremoremoremore.
Need more.
The soft slide of sweat soaked skin and against sweat soaked skin was just another detail that
invaded their ravaged minds.
There was a crescendo escalating. A plateau they were trying to reach, desperate to reach.
Gasp. Pant. Pleading with each other.
Need more.
Tension mounting. Higher.
Behind their eyes, they could see a glimmer. A shining, twinkling, golden fire. They reached for it.
Closer... Closer...
Higher... Higher...
More....
Need...
Aching...
Wanting...
Stretching...
They touched the light-
-sharp pangs of pleasure arched through them.
Sweet, tingling waves kept them gasping, clinging tightly to each other. The shuddering was
beginning to subside when-
-something crashed through both of them. A string pulled taut and they were one. For one
moment they knew each others mind. Thoughts, feelings, emotions, sensations were all doubled,
then tripled. Fear, doubt, enjoyment, pain, and underneath it all, happiness and maybe... maybe
they felt love. Pleasure went crashing through them once again. Until finally, darkness.
TBC...
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Author's note: Ok... Apparently you have all been waiting for this... Have no idea why...
*innocent smile*
Ok. There is plot. I swear. Really. There is. Just look reeeeal hard.
On another side. Rehearsals are REALLY kicking into gear now so I don't know when the next
bit will be out.
Thanks to everyone who helped, ESPECIALLY Diana. I suck at sex scenes. They're not natural
for me. So occasionally I need encouragement.
On with the show.
Part 38
They literally fell into the room and into each other. The younger of the two let out a gasp of
surprise and pleasure as friction was added to his already precarious situation. Harry lowered his
head onto Snape's shoulder panting. They stayed on the floor for a few moments, hips slowly
undulating.
"Please move." Snape ordered.
"I was trying not to, actually."Harry looked up and into his eyes, "After all that fuss you made last
time about the floor and your poor, old decrepit back."
Old. Of course Harry had to mention old. "Get off of me, Mr. Potter."
After a few moments of apparent debate with his own body, Harry rolled over and lay on the floor
taking deep breaths. "I supposed you want to have a conversation about what happened earlier."
He ran a hand over his face and through hair, before pushing himself up to lean on his elbows.
"No. I really don't"
Harry gave him a puzzled look. "You don't?"
He gave a tired sigh. "Aside from the fact that I want to all together forget that you have that sort
of access to my mind, its not such a wild leap of logic to think that whatever is happening to us is
about to change at least one more time."
Snape watched Harry's lips form a small circle. "Oh."
He noted that he was beginning an unhealthy obsession with Harry's lips. "If I'm going to be
forced to be stuck in your presence for an undetermined amount of time we are going to have to
do something about your vocabulary."
In as close to a sarcastic voice as Harry could manage, which was becoming threateningly close to
what Snape could accomplish. "I didn't know you cared."
"I don't." He corrected. "Its an act of self preservation."
"Oh." Harry had an obnoxious smile plastered on his face.
"Oh, for gods sake, wipe that grotesque thing of your face."
"Make me." Harry challenged.
"Mr. Potter, " he began with a glimmer in his eye, "take your off you clothes." The smile
disappeared from Harry's face so quickly he almost had whiplash. Snape quirked an eyebrow,
"Really, Mr. Potter, that was hardly any effort at all" he let his fingertips trail down Harry's face,
"you gave me the impression that I might have a bit of a fight on my hands."
Harry's eyes glazed over a bit at the contact. He licked his lips and whispered, "Sorry."
Snape was transfixed on those moistened lips "Finally," he murmured. "An apology."
Snape felt the pull tighten, there was an anticipation tugging at him and his body ached for some
sort of completion. He felt broken, torn, the itching had reached a fever pitch and it was over
taking his senses. As if now that there were no longer an practical impediments, the spell knew,
and it begged for the servants under its thrall to do something.
Snape's voice had dropped to a husky tone, "Come on, before we really can't hold out any
longer." He stood up and offered a hand to the young man. As the appendages slid together
something unclenched, it was as if it KNEW that they were so very close to satisfying its original
intent, its purpose.
They entered his bedroom and turned to face each other.
Harry looked up at him and said, "I would like to state, for the record, that this is weird."
"You have a talent for understatement that would amaze even the most simple creature"
They swayed towards each other. Like magnets drawn to polar opposites. Finally they both gave
up their battles and swept forward. Lips met in a desperate act to join. Hot, wet kisses was all that
he knew for an undetermined time. When he came back to his senses, he found his hands had
wound around Harry's hair, clutched desperately at it.
There were low, keening sounds echoing throughout the room. Who they were from Snape had
no idea. He didn't have anything left in him to feel ashamed at the loss of control. He was one
large mass of need.
Harry's hands found their way under his robes. When had they been unbuttoned? The question
quickly fled his mind as Harry attached a hot mouth to his nipple.
The rough skin of that questing tongue nearly made his eyes roll back in his head. It was going
too far too fast. He gently pried Harry's head away from his chest and spent several moments just
running his thumbs in circles over the soft skin.
Harry's mouth formed a small circle as he let out small puffs of air.
"Slow, or it will consume us both."
Harry nodded blindly. "Right, slow."
They leaned in to kiss again.
Time ceased to exist once more. This time when awareness came back Harry's arms were
wrapped around his neck and he had pulled the younger man's body flush with his.
They leaned foreheads together, letting out panting breaths. "Going slow may be harder that I first
thought." Snape rasped.
"Uh huh." Harry was busy wrapping himself tighter and closer around Snape.
They took comfort in each other for a few moments.
"Slow." He repeated as he began to slowly remove Harry's robes to reveal his jeans and t-shirt
underneath. "You muggles and your clever clothes."
Harry blushed, "S'not like I have much of a choice."
He proceeded to remove Harry's t-shirt. "You can't buy your own clothes?" He began to softly
trace indistinct patterns on Harry's chest.
"My muggle," Harry's breath hitched in his chest, "my muggle relatives would never, oh," he
closed his eyes and lost his place as tough fingers found sensitive spots on his chest, "Um, they
would never spend any of their, ah" he lost himself when Snape leaned in and began feasting on a
the side of his neck..
"Go on." Snape prompted.
"They w-wouldn't spend any of their precious m-money on a f-freak like me." He finally managed
to get out.
Sliding his hands slowly around Harry's body, a more intimate version of the hugs they had been
sharing all week. Hands instinctively found the small of his back. "It never occurred to you to use
your own money to buy clothing during the school year." He pulled back slightly and looked into
green eyes, something he had been avoiding because of the intensity to which they affected him.
Harry's eyes were wide. He was surprised. "You mean it *never* occurred to you?"
Harry shook his head.
"Gryffindors." He responded lightly stroking a cheek.
They crushed themselves against each other. When had this become so natural? When had he
resigned himself to this? He was married.
Oh god, he hadn't even dealt with that and here he was, on his wedding night.
His wedding night. What a ridiculous notion.
There were moments in his life that he had envisioned, imagined, orchestrated and even practiced,
to make sure he could live them to their fullest. This was one scene that had died very soon after
it was born. Before he had even left Hogwarts. This one along wit the sham he had helped
perpetuate earlier. Were not even remote fantasies.
But here he was, in bed.
In bed?
When had they gotten there?
It was getting away from him again.
He was draped all over Harry, a leg wedged between two finely toned ones. Back to those
drugging kisses that made him tingle down to his toes. Their hips were slowly rocking back and
forth. He pressed closer, wanting to feel the other body next to his sensitized skin, wanting the
friction to send those delicious tendrils of pleasure shooting through him.
Somehow their pants had been removed. How, he didn't know, maybe wishful magic, maybe they
had done it and he simply did not remember.
He moved his hands away from the muscled he was massaging and the leg he was clutching
desperately.
Bracing his hands on either side of Harry's head, he removed his lips, braving another look into
those eyes. "We should make a decision before..." he gasped, their hips had not stopped moving
and they were sending little spark of shooting through him, "...before we get to the point where
we can't anymore."
Panting. "Decisions?"
He nodded, "Decisions."
"Professor the-"
He shivered. "Don't call me that," he snapped. Then calmer. "I think considering all of the
circumstances you can call me Severus. All in all, it would make me feel like less of a dirty old
man."
Harry looked poleaxe. "Not old and you know, that never occurred to me."
"Now that I think about it, I'm rather surprised it hasn't come up before."
"I think I've been pretty distracted."
"Hmm. Yes. Speaking of distractions..." He paused and reached into his side table to take out a
small bottle, "Here." He said, as he handed it to Harry.
"What's this?"
"Do I really have to spell it out for you?" He gave Harry a significant look.
"Oh!" Harry's eyes went wide. "You mean, you're... that is I..."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"I just didn't expect you to... to..."
"To what Mr. Potter?"
"You know. I could do without the extra kinkiness that's added by your using my surname while
we're half naked in bed."
The decision to hand Harry the bottle had actually been made as soon as he realized exactly how
little control he had. It disgusted him that part of his decision was based on the fact that the yong
man he had been molesting regularly was incredibly inexperienced and no one deserved to be at
the mercy of a man that out of control, let alone a virgin.
There wasn't enough water in the world that would make him clean again.
"Stop that." Harry's voice cut into his thoughts.
"Stop what?" He asked.
"Looking at me like you're about to defiling a holy relic."
"Some people might interpret it that way."
Shove. "Besides, if I caught your meaning I'm the one about to do the defiling."
Someone had certainly regained his equilibrium fast.
Annoying twit.
"Yes, speaking of the - please get on with it." He laid back there was no movement. "Well?" he
prompted.
Harry's slightly grumpy voice said, "You completely ruined the mood."
He what? "How on earth did I do that?"
"I don't know," Harry answered, "but you did."
"We've been... in the mood," he sneered," for nearly a week and NOW the urge too jump me and
melt every single bone in my body suddenly vanishes?"
"I make your bones melt?"
He briefly closed his eyes and cursed his loose tongue. "You thought you were the only one
affected?" That up until now I had been humoring you. Yes, of course you've figured it out
POTTER, this was all a plot to give you the worst case of blue balls in the history of the
Wizarding world."
"You know, you made you point near the end of your second sentence."
Petulant. "I like being verbose."
"Uh huh."
He had to shut him up. Severus sat up and took a long caress, starting from Harry's cheek and
ending at the tip of his cot boxer clad erection..
As his heart sped up, he noted that he had not been unaffected by the move. But judging by the
renewed harsh panting coming from his partner, it had not been to the same degree. "How's the
mood now?"
"Better?" Harry's unsure voice said.
"Not ruined then, just a but tarnished." He laid back down, "Do you need instructions?"
"No, Hermione told me the basics," there was some embarrassment in Harry's voice, "and then
Ron gave me some practical advice."
He took back every bad thing he'd ever said about Weasley, just for getting him out of that little
scenario.
There was a brief silence before Harry asked, "Do you want me to... erm... take off your..." the
voice trailed off.
Take of his? Oh. His boxers.
Right. Nakedness was going to come into this somewhere. Silently he slid them off and motioned
for Harry to continue.
"Oh."
A tentative hand slid up his thigh, lightly massaging the muscle. It explored the area thoroughly
before tentatively laying touching... him.
A spark shot through him and his hips bucked. "I'm not as young as I used to be," he ground out,
"try to not waste this opportunity."
The hand disappeared only to reappear a moment later, covered in a thick slippery substance.
Good stuff. He was after all, one of the better Potions Masters in Britain.
The hand found what it was seeking and he felt a tentative invasion. Instinctively he widened his
legs. Something inside was gearing up, a strange anticipation, that had little to do with incipient
orgasm, was building in his body. It was as if he was coming into focus for the first time in a long
time.
There were two fingers now, gliding in and out and oh god did that feel good.
He heard two sets of harsh breathing and suspected that Harry was very close to his limits for self
control.
"Stop." When had his voice gotten so rough? He sat up and looked Harry into eyes. "Just... get
on with it."
Taking deep breaths, Harry answered him, "Be careful, you're on the verge of killing the mood
again."
Severus answered by wrapping his hand around Harry, rubbing the lotion into the smooth flesh.
As much as he tried to ignore the soft gasping sounds Harry was making, he found his body
couldn't and he hurriedly finished smoothing the lotion over Harry.
This time when he leaned back he drew Harry with him, "I trust you don't need a diagram."
"I think I can figure it out."
There was pressure. Then stretching, aching. Then slick sliding until- oh! He gasped and the
movement stopped.
"Are you ok?"
He opened his eyes, when had he closed them? A harsh whisper came from his mouth. "Keep
going. That was a good sound."
"Oh."
The movement continued until, some undeterminable time later, he could feel Harry flush against
him.
Harry's roughened voice came to him, "This is... this is... there are no words."
He understood. It went beyond the physical, which, in and of itself, was once again, making his
knees weak. There was something inside him, them, that was finally happy. He looked into green
eyes and something snapped.
Harry began to move.
Oh god.
Push and pull.
Sliding.
Sharp white-hot spikes started at the base of his spine and finished in bright colorful swirls behind
his eye lids.
So good. Glide. So very good.
A rush of power went through him. Them.
Hips started to work faster. His mind was awash in sensation.
More. Need more. We need more.
Good. Goodgoodgood.
Don't stop. Can't stop. Won't stop.
A sharp smacking sound.
Keep going.
Intoxicating pleasure. Building. Growing. Seeping into both of them.
Oh god. More. Moremoremoremore.
Need more.
The soft slide of sweat soaked skin and against sweat soaked skin was just another detail that
invaded their ravaged minds.
There was a crescendo escalating. A plateau they were trying to reach, desperate to reach.
Gasp. Pant. Pleading with each other.
Need more.
Tension mounting. Higher.
Behind their eyes, they could see a glimmer. A shining, twinkling, golden fire. They reached for it.
Closer... Closer...
Higher... Higher...
More....
Need...
Aching...
Wanting...
Stretching...
They touched the light-
-sharp pangs of pleasure arched through them.
Sweet, tingling waves kept them gasping, clinging tightly to each other. The shuddering was
beginning to subside when-
-something crashed through both of them. A string pulled taut and they were one. For one
moment they knew each others mind. Thoughts, feelings, emotions, sensations were all doubled,
then tripled. Fear, doubt, enjoyment, pain, and underneath it all, happiness and maybe... maybe
they felt love. Pleasure went crashing through them once again. Until finally, darkness.
TBC...
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