Coming Together, At Last-
Please be advised: This chapter contains consensual sex between two people who are like soooo old! They are major grown ups here. Not teens. This is adult material. You have been warned. If your Mama catches you reading this, your butt 's in a sling, 'cause I ain't bailing you out.
You all are a bunch of horny women!! snicker-snort*.
I had been reading loads of Snape love stories and the love scenes just to see how some of the other writers have gone about getting Severus and his love de jour in the sack. Most of them are beautifully done. I have been a good student, researching, combing tirelessly over explicit scenes that made my toes curl and my belly tighten up. The things have subjected myself to for you people!
I had wanted to give Olivia and Severus a bit more time to get to know each other before they took the plunge. (*giggle* she said plunge)
They are getting a bit antsy and so are some of you. So, get your popcorn and the beverage of you choice, sit back and enjoy. I will be checking ID in just a few, so have it ready when I come around. If you don't have a proper ID, your monitor will explode.
I wonder who is going to win the bet?
Oh, before you read…
I do not condone sex outside of marriage. This is a story and I have a timeline to follow if the plot is going to flow. This is to any of the young ladies out there who have stars in their eyes about the cute guy two lockers down. Save it girls. Really. Your mama knows what she is talking about. You know why? 'Cause, baby she has been right where you are now.
So, you ask, why do I have it in the story? 'Cause it works and this is make believe. I also include magic and murder. I don't hold with those either.
Usual disclaimers are in place. AhDuh!?
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Olivia rinsed their mugs under rushing water and placed them on the drain board to dry. She could have hugged Remus and Hermione when they had announced their desire to take a walk and perhaps view a movie.
Olivia hoped they took in a double feature. Maybe a special showing of Gone With the Wind back to back with Ben Hur. That would suit her nicely, the anxious witch admitted to herself.
Olivia used a small dishtowel to dry her slightly shaking hands before smoothing back her hair. She had been pursuing Professor Severus Snape for weeks now and she wondered if he was as tired of the chase as she. The longing she had noted in his eyes earlier had reawakened the hunger gnawing inside her. Olivia hoped she was not reading the situation wrong.
Walking back into the sitting room her eyes fell on Severus' chair only to find it empty. Her heart slammed into her throat as she searched the room. What if he had changed his mind about a walk? What if she HAD interpreted his gaze incorrectly?
Perhaps he had moved into the bedroom. Olivia was crossing the sitting room in the direction of Snape's chamber when his voice stopped her.
"Olivia, a moment of your time please."
Following the sound of his voice she found Snape near one of the back windows over looking the street. He peered intently out through the gauzy drapes obviously intrigued by something.
Olivia moved to his side. "What is it, Severus?"
Not looking from the window, Snape raised one hand, pointing. "That fellow there. What in the world is he doing?"
Olivia leaned closer attempting to make out what had piqued the wizard's curiosity. "What man, Severus? I don't see anyone." She could feel the heat from his body as she moved into his personal space. His scent, somewhere between ginger and cedar, filled her nostrils, causing the air around her to suddenly thicken, making it difficult to draw breath.
The lean wizard moved behind Olivia and cupped her chin in one hand, tilting it to the left and down. "There." He breathed close to her ear, his hand leaving her face to point to a man standing in a telephone booth.
"Oh that!" Olivia whispered. "He is making a phone call. Talking to someone who is far away from him at the moment. You know… like, ah…the mobile phones…Hermione showed us."
"Mmm." The sound vibrated against her back. Snape did not pull away, he instead placed both palms on either side of the window, effectively trapping her with his body. Gusts of warm, moist air tickled along the nape of her neck, causing pin-prickles of tension to spark through her frame. Olivia could feel hot black eyes moving over her face and neck, twin lasers burning her suddenly sensitive skin. Taking an experimental step back, Olivia pressed her self to the firm wall of his chest. He shivered and a sigh escaped his lips raising the small hairs along her temple. He hesitated for a second before lowering his arms to wrap them tenderly about her waist. Smiling, Olivia placed her hands over his long slender fingers, squeezing gently and tilted her head back to rest beneath his chin.
The couple stood quietly, adjusting to the feel of one another's body, savoring the contact. Snape's thumb brushed the back of Olivia's smooth hand as her fingers moved over the silky hairs along his wrist.
"Olivia?" The dark liquid of his voice poured her name out like wine.
Turning her head to meet his eyes Olivia plunged into pools of obsidian fire. Desire hardened the features of his face causing her to gasp softly. As her lips fell open, Snape lowered his head, capturing them with his own.
This kiss was peaceful and sweet, searching. Snape's pliable mouth drifting over hers questioning, seeking her permission to proceed. He kept his tongue back, hesitant.
However Olivia had waited too long for this moment and turning in his embrace, wrapped her arms about his neck, her fingers threading through the midnight silk of his hair. She pressed her breasts to the hard muscles of his chest while the tip of her tongue ran along the sealed barrier of his lips, begging entry.
Snape shuddered with the contact of her breasts upon his body. He could feel the pebbled flesh of her nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Her tongue slid along his lips and he opened, granting her access.
Olivia swirled her warm sweetness into his mouth and Snape's world spiraled out of control. A growl rumbled up from his chest as he crushed her to him, his tongue joining with hers in a frenzied mating dance.
Olivia moaned into his mouth, waves of intoxicating pleasure surging through her. His long hands were moving slowly along the contours of her body, scalding her skin before reaching the hem of her shirt. Nimble fingers traced feathery circles above her puckered waistband before splaying out over the satin skin of her waist. Snape rested his hands but a moment before sliding them beneath the garment to cup the sweet flesh of her naked breasts. Brushing a thumb over one crested peak he was rewarded by a shuddering groan as Olivia pressed closer.
The pressure between her legs mounted, and she became slick with her own burning magma. His hands kneading and pulling at her breasts nearly sent Olivia over the edge. She had never felt such a melting ache, hollowness. She longed to be filled.
Filled by this man.
"Severus." Olivia breathed over his lips.
Releasing her hands from their exploration of his hair and face, Olivia allowed them to move down the firm shoulders to his chest. As they passed over his hardened nipples a sound, like a sob of joy was jerked from her lover. Olivia lingered, her fingers circling, pulling, tugging, teasing his nipples through the black fabric. Arching away from his lips, Olivia watched Sanpe slowly open his eyes. She recognized her own raging desire mirrored in black waters. His breathing came as ragged and harsh as did her own. Olivia placed her fingers upon the first button of his shirt, her eyes never leaving his.
"May I?" Olivia inquired in a husky voice she had difficulty recognizing as her own.
Heart thundering, Snape took in the lovely face before him. His mind could hardly comprehend she was actually asking to unbutton his shirt. His mouth went dry and he swallowed with difficulty.
"Yes please, Olivia." He managed to rasp out, tossing his black mane back with a groan when her lips found the sensitive hollow at the base of his throat. Her fingers worked nimbly with every button and as each came free, a burning kiss was pressed upon the newly exposed skin.
His fingers worked their way into the mass of her hair as her head sank ever lower on his torso. Olivia paused to swirl her tongue around the shallow depression of his navel before dipping inside. The toned muscles of his belly quivered while his hiss of pleasure sent electric shocks pulsing in her body, skittering along her skin. How delightful it is, she thought, to give such joy to the one you love.
Standing erect once more, Olivia snaked her hands around his bare ribs pulling the shirt free of his slacks. Curling her palms about the strong pillar of his neck she began to stroke downwards over the taut muscles knotting his shoulders, bringing her hands back to his throat before pressing them firmly along the broad expanse of his chest.
Gods, he is beautiful! Her mind sang.
"Olivia," Snape panted. "Could we…uhm…?" He lifted one hand from her hair and pointed desperately towards the bedroom.
"Severus, you are brilliant!" Snatching him by the hand Olivia darted through the scattering of furniture, a willing Snape matching her stride for stride.
The chamber resembled nothing more than a hotel room, but they were not concerned. The softness of the bed as it received them went unnoticed as they once again lost them selves in each other. The bloody glow of the setting sun tinted the room in passionate tones of red, orange and violet. Olivia stripped the fine black shirt from Snape's arms, dropping it carelessly to the floor, followed by the staccato thud-thud of his shoes as he kicked them free.
Olivia obligingly raised her arms as Snape pulled the T-shirt up and over her head. She surprised her self by blushing as his starving gaze feasted on her exposed breasts for the first time. If he was surprised by her lack of undergarments he did not let it show. His expression filled with wonder as his eyes ceased their hungry perusal, rising to find her regarding him shyly.
"You are lovely…so lovely." He uttered in a throaty whisper, reaching to stroke one firm pale mound, his thumb circling the rigid pink nipple. She fit his hand perfectly.
Her only response was a shuddering moan as her fingers buried themselves in the bedcovers, her shoulders arched, pressing her self into his hand. Rivers of heat fanned out from the contact, running in torrents from the long fingers that teased and caressed her flesh.
Snape observed Olivia's response to his touch in amazement. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted as she groaned and writhed beneath his hand. The pale skin of her face was flushed with a attractive glow. That she was capable of taking pleasure from him was a truth he had difficulty understanding, however his heart filled with gratitude that she permitted him this honor.
The breast he touched was warm, firm and appeared delicious.
Snape had to know.
He took her into his mouth and Olivia exploded. His name burst from her lips and her hands came up to wind them selves in his hair. Snape groaned, her cries fueling his own desire. His erection was pressed to Olivia's thigh and the friction generated from her thrashing drove him on. He laved his tongue along the underside of her breast, lapping and swirling until he reached the pebbled apex and there, drove her delirious with rapid flicks over the sensitive peak. He paid equal attention to the other breast, stroking and sucking as Olivia panted and arched beneath him.
Tiny bites and kisses were scattered across her chest and collarbone. For Olivia, the world narrowed down to his hands and mouth moving purposefully over her body, stirring at the fire that had been building between her legs, creating sparks that soared up to the heavens. As his mouth slid along her jaw, Olivia cupped his face, bringing the sweet fullness of his lips to hers. Their tongues twirled and twined, lancing and playing in discovery and wonder.
Her acceptance of him drove him to explore further.
Snape pulled away from the kiss, pinning Olivia with his eyes as one hand began a slow journey down between her breasts, over her ribs and across the trembling muscles of her stomach. She felt a tug and a pop as he pulled on the lacing of her pants. She raised her hips as he gripped the material and slid it down her hips, taking her panties at the same time. Tossing the garments aside, Snape took in the vision spread before him.
Olivia's skin was painted in warm hues of magenta and orange by the evening sun coming through the window. Snape's black eyes traveled slowly over her form, drinking in the beauty of her offering. Olivia's hair fanned out over the cover and she raised her arms above her head to stretch luxuriously, a teasing grin spreading over her flushed face.
"Oh woman!" Snape whispered hoarsely. "You are beautiful." Covering her body with his own he claimed her lips in another scalding kiss. Olivia's hands raked through his hair and fastened themselves on his shoulders pulling him closer. Snape's supple hand seared a path down her stomach before resting in the soft curls at the juncture of her thighs. He smiled against her lips when her body shuddered and pushed up against him, beckoning.
"Touch me, Severus!"
Instantly, gently he obeyed her whispered plea, to be rewarded by a throaty growl when his fingers slid between the wet folds of her sex. The heat from their lovemaking radiated out from her center and he stroked and explored the soft weeping flesh, feeling her body respond to his ministrations.
Releasing her lips, Snape watched Olivia's face as he hesitantly slipped a finger into her tightness. The emerald irises had almost disappeared, the pupils dilated with passion. He withdrew slightly and Olivia mewed in protest, pressing herself to him. With increasing speed and pressure he entered her again and again. While he loved her in this manner Olivia wiggled and squirmed, her breaths coming in rapid little gasps of pleasure.
One slender digit found the pearled nub of flesh and stroked it experimentally. Olivia convulsed and contracted delightfully about his plunging fingers. Smiling wolfishly at the flailing woman beside him Snape lowered his head to pull a taut nipple deep into his mouth.
It was as if she was suddenly electrified. Pulsing currents raced upwards from where he touched her. Olivia cried out in joy as the tight bundle of nerves between her legs erupted with exquisite agony. Straining against him, her fingers twined in his hair, Olivia road her orgasm to its dizzying peak. Lights danced under her eyelids while blood roared in her ears, shutting her off from everything except the thrilling landslide of sexual release.
Snape kissed Olivia tenderly as her trembling subsided. The heady aroma of Olivia's arousal filled his nostrils, the taste of her was in his mouth while the sounds of her whimpers and sighs became the most erotic music his ears had been blessed to hear. Her body was decidedly limp and sated, her eyelids fluttering as a satisfied smile played over her lips.
"You like that?" He inquired.
Opening her eyes, Olivia sensuously wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Severus, you are magic." She whispered against his throat, emphasizing her praise by tenderly nibbling along his throat, down across his chest before encountering a ripe treasure of her own. She suckled him, flicking her tongue over the hard bud on his chest. One hand began its journey downwards.
Snape rolled to his back as Olivia's fingers brushed over the tented material at his crotch. He groaned in his throat, causing Olivia to smile. He was rock-hard, straining to be freed. Olivia deftly released the button of his waistband. The sound of the zipper being slowly lowered was strangely loud in the silence that held them. Lifting his hips, Snape's trembling hands assisted her as she worked to free him. In seconds, his slacks joined her garments on the floor and Olivia returned to his side, taking in the beauty of his naked form.
Her fingers were feather light as they passed over his heated flesh. Olivia laughed in delight as the swollen member jumped beneath her hand. Bravely, she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking. A tear glistened on his tip so she spread the slick fluid over the head of his penis with her thumb, sliding over his tight satin skin.
" Yes." Snape moaned softly.
Encouraged, Olivia continued in her play, moving her concentration to the heavy sac between his legs, squeezing gently. His hand captured her wrist, pulling her away.
"Woman, if you continue I will be undone." Snape pressed her hand to his lips as he looked deeply into her eyes. "I want to be inside you. now."
It was a plea she would not deny and Olivia leaned down taking his mouth. His arms encircled her while he rolled, pinning her beneath him.
Thighs firm from years of running locked themselves about his hips, a satin manacle binding him to her. He could feel the moist heat of her center radiating around him as he pushed himself up on his elbows.
"Olivia," Snape hesitated. "I need to know…I don't want to hurt you, love."
Olivia kissed him tenderly before answering. "I am not virgin, Severus. I have had sex. But I have never made love before tonight." She pulled him to her kiss once more.
"Make love to me, Severus." She whispered against his lips.
A tremor ran through him at her sweet words.
Making love! That is what we are doing. We are making love.
Deepening the kiss, Snape pressed himself into her heated folds. Olivia lifted her hips, granting him easier access and in one hungry thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
They lingered for a moment, bodies adjusting to the sensations of invasion and surrender, their breaths coming shallow and fast.
Then Snape began to move. He arched himself into her welcoming body, plunging deeper and harder with each thrust. The tightness and heat drove him almost to the point of madness. His mind was wiped of every thought, every sensation, save the feel of the woman beneath him, her breath on his skin, her cries filling his ears, the shattering sweetness of her passage gripping his pulsing member.
Time hung suspended as they strained against and with each other.
Burying his face in her neck, Snape panted, "I. Can't. Stop. It!"
His cry of release broke off in a sob, his rhythmic lunges becoming erratic as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over and through him. With a final jolt, his fluids exploded from him.
And there she took them in, hid them away.
Nurtured them.
They wrapped themselves around each other, spent and gratified. Soft kisses were shared. Whispered endearments breathed. Tender caresses and smiles given, taken.
Tangled in each other's arms, they slept.
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It was fully dark when Olivia woke. She lay nestled against Snape's back, her nose pressed between his shoulders. One arm had been slung about his chest with her left leg deliciously tucked between his thighs. They had fallen asleep on top of the comforter and the skin she touched was cool.
This is almost as good as…., Olivia smiled a very satisfied smile remembering what had gone on before.
"You seem extremely pleased with your self." Snape's voice came to her through the dark, foggy from sleep.
"Oh, I am." Olivia agreed, squeezing him tightly. "You were wonderful." She told him in a seductively husky voice.
The bed protested loudly as Snape rolled in her embrace. She could just make out his face in the feeble light trickling in through the window. His eyes captured and held the glow from the distant street reminding Olivia of a bright winter sky. He peered intently at her and Olivia wondered if he would speak, but his mouth covered hers in a heated kiss and all thought of conversation melted away under his determined assault.
Snape gripped her thigh and positioned it over his hip, pulling her roughly to him. Olivia felt something twitch against her lower belly and then he shifted himself down, then up.
Olivia was impaled suddenly, the air leaving her lungs in a rush. Then all became fire and fury as he loved her with a desperation that left her panting, helpless to do anything save hang on. Tapered fingers bit into the flesh of her buttocks, his mouth fastened to hers while his tongue swept her into oblivion. After a bit the rocking of his hips became more urgent, a wail building in his throat. Olivia buried her face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, her gasps and cries driving him up and over the precipice. A shuddering yell exploded from him as his body convulsed over and over. Olivia cried out as Snape bit into her shoulder. His breathing came harsh, almost weeping.
Olivia stroked his back and shoulders as he calmed, the tremors subsiding. Wordless murmurings, endearments were whispered across Snape's heated skin. Comforted, he drew Olivia's lips to him, running his fingers through the silken weight of her hair.
And then the only sound was that of breathing.
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He carried the steaming mugs into the bathroom. He could make out Olivia's shape through the frosted glass of the sliding shower door. She had her arms raised, running her fingers over her scalp. Her pose allowed him ample opportunity to run his heated gaze over body. He was not a man to pass up on such an opportunity.
The hissing of the shower ceased abruptly. Snape set both mugs on the vanity and pulled a towel from a nearby shelf. When Olivia slid the shower door open, Snape was there to meet her, draping the warm terry cloth fabric over her shoulders. He returned to the vanity, perching on its low top crossing his long bare feet at the ankles. Lifting one mug, he watched as the woman dried her body, their eyes never leaving each other.
Olivia ran the towel over her hair and briskly down her body before wrapping it around her chest. She regarded the man in the room with her. His long black hair damp from his own shower. Snape was bare chested and wearing the sexiest black pajama bottoms she had ever seen. He sipped from his mug as he watched her move closer.
Olivia looked down at the remaining drink and back up. "Is that for me?"
"Yes. I thought we might…talk" Snape replied, his tone low. He glanced at her through sinfully long lashes.
"You know, when you look at me like you do right now I go to pieces." Olivia said.
One black brow showed interest. " Why?"
"Because I know what's on your mind." She confessed, picking up her cup and sipping.
"Really? Enlighten me." Snape drawled.
"Me."
He set his drink down roughly, sloshing the surface in tea. "Are you reading my mind now?" He demanded, offended.
"No," Olivia told him softly. "I can see it in your eyes. Your eyes are open to me." She ran a hand gently down his cheek.
Snape closed his eyes, leaning into the caress.
"What do you want to talk about?" Olivia asked.
"Many things…the inquest tomorrow. What has happened here." He sounded uncertain. "What are we going to do about this? Us?"
Olivia's drink joined his and she wrapped slender arms lovingly around his waist. Kissing him gently she spoke, "We've built this fire, so let it burn, Severus."
Snape enfolded her in his embrace, nodding. "Yes. Yes."
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Don't go and get all dewy eyed on me. They are far from finished with their troubles.
This was the hardest chapter I have ever written. It is one thing to fantasize about Alan/Snape, but it is something else TOTALLY to actually write about it and put it out there for others to pick apart.
Be nice to me!!! I am a VIRGIN!!
100 points to the House that can tell me where the bathroom conversation was derived.
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