He was lost in his thoughts until he heard something fall. He looked over and saw her lying on the floor, and rushed over to her. He may not have liked his students very much, but he was still responsible for their safety. "What have you done now, stupid girl?" he asked, even though he knew she was far from stupid. Kneeling over her, he discovered she was out cold. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to lie on the nearest surface, his desk.
Lucretia awoke from the blackness to see nothing but a dark blurry figure over her and fuzzy golden lights in the background. She felt a cool cloth gently stroking her brow as things became clearer. "Are you alright?" Snape asked quietly. "I... think so..." she replied with some difficulty. His other hand rested on her shoulder. "Oh my god, oh my god, he's touching me!" Her mind screamed. She had never seen him so... not angry. She thought she could see a hint of concern in his obsidian eyes. He was just a few inches away... she could even smell him. He smelled like sandalwood and a million ancient books, with a hint of clove.
She was so close... the awkward silence was unnecessary, but neither of them seemed to want it to end. He couldn't help gazing into her eyes, which were a pale greenish gray, her thick lashes lined in black. He could just barely feel her trembling.
Willing herself to be bold, she leaned in, hoping to steal a kiss. To Snape's surprise, their lips met, and hers tasted as lovely as he had imagined. He was tense for a moment from the shock, but then she felt him returning the kiss. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was too good to be real!
As suddenly as it had started, he pulled away, expecting to be slapped across the face. "I... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me..." he apologized, a hint of terror in his shaking voice. "Please don't be sorry," she said. "What?" he asked, taken aback. "It's okay... I... I love you," she blurted out. This couldn't be real. "No... you don't know what you are saying, you are only a child. I'm sorry. I assure you I will never let this happen again. You may leave now, detention is over," he said.
"No..." she said. "I said get out," he replied sounding dangerous. "No, I want to stay... with you!" she begged softly, grabbing fistfuls of his robes. "We can't do this," he protested, yet kissing her pouty red lips again. "Why not?" she asked after a long moment of his lips possessing hers. "Because it's not appropriate... it's just insane," he said, rubbing her arms and shoulders. "Sanity is over-rated," she said, as if that settled the matter, and kissed him again.
Lust overtook him, and he licked hungrily at her lips. She parted her lips for him, and his tongue slid inside to taste every part of her sweet mouth, as she gathered enough courage to explore his as well. Her hand moved up to touch his neck, and his inky black hair tickled her. She ran her fingers through it gently, finding it wasn't greasy at all, just incredibly silky.
This drove him wild. No one had ever touched his hair before... or him, at least not in that way. He never dreamed this would really happen, that he would have her, willing and laid out before him. Her young flesh beckoned to him. Breaking the intense kiss, he moved downward to kiss and bite at her neck, ignoring the spiked leather collar she always wore. Maybe he liked it, in some twisted way? His hand slid down to caress her thighs. Sinfully soft...he grabbed and clawed possessively at her skin, leaving bright red marks. She moaned at the delicious pain...there would definitely be bruising tomorrow.
Her response shook him back to his logical mind. "Lucretia, we have to stop... we can't do this," he said, sounding disappointed. It felt strange and intimate to hear him addressing her by her first name. "We can," she said, "Please sir, I promise won't tell..."
