Chapter Eight
Amber lay on her bed looking at the patterns on the ceiling; she was infuriated with herself. She'd ruined things between Severus and herself with something that she had done years before. She could try and justify her actions by saying that she had been going through a rough patch with Remus. That he didn't understand her. Perhaps that had been true but the real truth of it was that she had wanted Lucius. Oh she had really wanted him and had relished their moments together. So what if he was married to her cousin, Narcissa, what had that mattered? It wasn't as if she had actively pursued him; he had done the chasing. If she were honest with herself she would have to reluctantly admit that she hadn't needed much persuasion really. There was a quiet knock at her door. Slowly she got up and went to the door, to her surprise Severus was stood in the doorway.
"Erm come in." She said blushing again. "Would you like a drink?"
"No I'm okay thank you." He said quietly in his drawling voice. "Amber."
"Look Severus I'm not proud of what I did." She interrupted looking resolutely out of the window. "It just happened, I know what you're thinking and no I'm not proud of it. It was sex, plain and simple. Yes I'm sorry we got caught, I'm sorry I even considered sleeping with him and most of all I'm sorry I hurt Remus but I'm not the first woman to have an affair and I won't be the last. Yes I know he's my cousin's husband and yes I'm aware of what he was or is but."
Severus exclaimed in exasperation. "I came to see if you were okay. I could see that Malfoy upset you; I was worried about you."
"What?" She turned around to face him.
Severus looked at her intensely. It was now or never; he'd taken that step to far today. He couldn't go back; he didn't want to go back. As he had sat there in the Three Broomsticks Lucius had filled him in on the details of their short-lived affair. He had found that he was not disgusted or shocked but that he was jealous. Jealous that another man could touch her, that anyone other than him could hold her. He had left as soon as was polite; something had snapped inside him; he wanted her and he wanted her now. He had waited long enough.
He took a step towards her; he hesitated for a fraction of a second and then pulled her close to him; to his delight she didn't resist, she melted against him. This was it the moment he had waited for since he had seen her kiss Remus when they were fifteen. He looked into her sapphire eyes drinking in their colour; slowly he moved his head closer to her face. There lips were almost touching now; he could feel her longing, as he knew she must have been feeling his own. It was too much to bear he pushed his lips upon hers and kissed her deeply. It was as if something had exploded within them; suddenly they were in a passionate embrace; tongues probing, hands removing clothes, caressing bare skin. He guided her skilfully to the bed and his last bit of control dissolved; over ten years of waiting and fantasizing flowed through their willing bodies.
Amber lay on her bed looking at the patterns on the ceiling; she was infuriated with herself. She'd ruined things between Severus and herself with something that she had done years before. She could try and justify her actions by saying that she had been going through a rough patch with Remus. That he didn't understand her. Perhaps that had been true but the real truth of it was that she had wanted Lucius. Oh she had really wanted him and had relished their moments together. So what if he was married to her cousin, Narcissa, what had that mattered? It wasn't as if she had actively pursued him; he had done the chasing. If she were honest with herself she would have to reluctantly admit that she hadn't needed much persuasion really. There was a quiet knock at her door. Slowly she got up and went to the door, to her surprise Severus was stood in the doorway.
"Erm come in." She said blushing again. "Would you like a drink?"
"No I'm okay thank you." He said quietly in his drawling voice. "Amber."
"Look Severus I'm not proud of what I did." She interrupted looking resolutely out of the window. "It just happened, I know what you're thinking and no I'm not proud of it. It was sex, plain and simple. Yes I'm sorry we got caught, I'm sorry I even considered sleeping with him and most of all I'm sorry I hurt Remus but I'm not the first woman to have an affair and I won't be the last. Yes I know he's my cousin's husband and yes I'm aware of what he was or is but."
Severus exclaimed in exasperation. "I came to see if you were okay. I could see that Malfoy upset you; I was worried about you."
"What?" She turned around to face him.
Severus looked at her intensely. It was now or never; he'd taken that step to far today. He couldn't go back; he didn't want to go back. As he had sat there in the Three Broomsticks Lucius had filled him in on the details of their short-lived affair. He had found that he was not disgusted or shocked but that he was jealous. Jealous that another man could touch her, that anyone other than him could hold her. He had left as soon as was polite; something had snapped inside him; he wanted her and he wanted her now. He had waited long enough.
He took a step towards her; he hesitated for a fraction of a second and then pulled her close to him; to his delight she didn't resist, she melted against him. This was it the moment he had waited for since he had seen her kiss Remus when they were fifteen. He looked into her sapphire eyes drinking in their colour; slowly he moved his head closer to her face. There lips were almost touching now; he could feel her longing, as he knew she must have been feeling his own. It was too much to bear he pushed his lips upon hers and kissed her deeply. It was as if something had exploded within them; suddenly they were in a passionate embrace; tongues probing, hands removing clothes, caressing bare skin. He guided her skilfully to the bed and his last bit of control dissolved; over ten years of waiting and fantasizing flowed through their willing bodies.