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18 – Slither
Maylin's body curled under his touch. A faint smile escaped her sleeping lips as he slid his finger down her side. This is what she got for falling asleep on the couch. He continued to affectionately toy with her, his fingers twirled themselves into her hair. She almost seemed to purr with every light flicker of skin. Her face, her hands, her neck just seemed to invite his touch. His long finger traced her hip before ending with a light squeeze on her pale midriff.
She awoke with a start and left hook that could've killed anyone who wasn't ready for it. As Maylin rose from the couch Severus fell to his knees and circled backwards. Maylin peered over the back of the sofa and rubbed her eyes. A brief, confused and ambivalent "huh" was then met with a slow warm kiss. Her first instincts told her to pull away but the moment his lips touched hers, she knew who it was.
She pulled him deeper into her body until he lay above her caressing her hair with on hand and holding her back with the other. There was a rumor that Slytherin common room had the largest couches, at his height, Severus had to agree.
"I missed you," he whispered in her ear.
Snapping back into a kind of lucid reality Maylin hit his back softly and laughed quietly. "It's only been a day, you're home early. I wasn't expecting you."
Severus nodded and touched her face.
"I got kicked out again." Maylin cocked her curiously. "What do you mean?" Severus smiled. "Jack said I looked like I'd rather be dancing naked in Parliament then stay one more minute in that house. So, he sent me home."
"That was sweet of him."
Severus smiled, "I think so." He nuzzled softly into her neck and rested his head on her chest. He listened for the beat of her heart. It pounded softly into his ear; her breathing sounded of a gentle wind. He pulled her close and released his fingers over the curves of her hips. He simply couldn't stop touching her. She giggled under her breath and rested her fingers in his hair.
"Am I offending you?"
Maylin looked into his dark eyes. No.
"In fact," she said aloud, "I've been looking forward to you being comfortable touching me." She pinched his arm and whispered. "I like it when you touch me."
Severus pulled himself from her embrace and raised a finger to her face. "That," he emphasized, "is the sort of talk what will get you in trouble, young lady."
"Severus -"
"Ah!" He interjected. "Don't try to talk yourself out of it. You've done it. May, you have officially turned me on." He smiled and ran his hand over her face and hair.
"I would want nothing more than to wrap myself around you. You're beautiful you know that?"
Maylin's eyes sang. "I do now."
Severus again lowered himself on to her body and pulled her close. He could hear himself talking to her in his head. It sounded like something out of a bad romance but yet it someone seemed to pour out of him. It was as if he had some bizarre agreement with the birthday card industry. He couldn't mind it but so much however, he was kissing her and she didn't seem to mind.
Actually, he thought as Maylin's fingers raced down his waist, it would appear as if she is after something. But what? She wasn't...no, not May, not so soon.
Her mouth pulled him deeper into her embrace. She was warm and her legs sneaked around his waist. He could feel her vibrate under his weight. She breathed heavily and the couch felt as if it were getting smaller.
Ok, Severus, you've done this before. This is good. This is a good thing – just don't get too excited.
Maylin's tongue moved slowly from his lips to his ear. She nibbled lightly and tightened her grasp around his body.
That did it. Oh, fuck woman.
Maylin stopped to laugh out loud. She pinched his arm and fell back into the couch. "I heard that!"
Severus leaned to his side and adjusted. "That's not fair. What's up there is private!"
"Well I didn't hear all of it Severus," she said smiling wickedly.
"What exactly did you hear?"
"Well," she teased, "it's not like I had to hear much." Maylin giggled and tugged lightly at his jeans.
He smirked and took her hand. "That I can't help, and that is not my doing
alone."
She frowned softly and released her grip, "I'm sorry."
"No-no, it's um, it's fine, I just-"
You just what Severus?
He looked deep into her eyes, and all was lost within them.
"You're just a tough read sometimes, May."
Smiling she pulled him back close. "What do you think I want?"
There was a pause while Severus ran through his memory banks. She wanted a
carton of cigarettes because she had run out the night before, new boots, sex, the latest
Bowie album and one of those little things would light up when you forgot something.
Those were pretty cool.
"Severus?" He looked up from his thought. "Yeah?"
"What do you think I want?" He had to say something, why was he nervous? "Bowie!" he blurted.
Her face twisted in amusement, "No, uh, - Sex....David Bowie and sex." He
nodded as the words came out. He knew he had the dumbest look on his face, but she
seemed to find it funny.
"You think I want sex with David Bowie?"
"What self respecting Briton wouldn't?"
"You really are a piece of work you know that?" Severus nodded. He knew what
she wanted and in truth he wanted it too. It was just that it seemed too sudden. This was
the sort of thing he wanted to plan in advance, have a week to make everything perfect. He was a fan of spontaneity but meticulous in the way he like things carried out.
He wanted her yes, but not like this on the couch of the Slytherin common room – not
like this so soon, what if she was playing with him. May wouldn't do that but, she as well
liked for things to go her way. She was the sort of girl who got what she wanted. He liked
that about her, no – he loved that about her. It just seemed strange to Severus that what
May wanted was him.
"May?" She loved the way he said her name.
"Hmm?"
Turn it up Severus, he though to himself.
His face gentled a bit, the confused look was replaced with one of curiosity. His
eyes soften around the edges. He bent down to her ear.
"Why don't you tell me what you want?"
Without hesitation she pulled him as close as she could manage.
"Take me upstairs."
Severus shivered helplessly and thanked the first three deities that came to mind.
It wasn't how he planned it, but if that's how she wanted it, by the gods, she was going to
have it.
He kissed her neck and pulled her up into his arms. She was so warm a part of
him didn't want to move. She raised to her knees and straddled his hips. He breathed her
in. Gods she tasted good. Her hands traveled quickly down his back to waistline of his
jeans. She tugged playfully and Severus rose to his feet. As he stood her body slipped
from his and he turned to guide her from the couch.
Then it hit him.
"Roomates!"
Maylin pulled him close again. One leg snaked around his, her lips to his ears.
"Ravenclaw twins. They're roommate is out of town, Holden and Max are quite
occupied."
She pulled herself from his body. She was now leading him.
When they reached his room Severus turned and hung a small sign on the door
knob, Holden had picked it up at in Hogsmeade on their last trip. It read, "Tea
Party." He locked the door.
Maylin turned to face him as they entered. The room was dark and smelled like
Max's incense. A mild lavender scent, prissy for such an astute pothead but sexy in its
own right.
Maylin and Severus moved dangerously close together. Her eyes leading him in
the darkness. She rested herself on his bed under the far window, the moonlight poured
over her skin. She was beautiful. Like a painted portrait perfect in every way. Her pale
skin and eyes lit up as if a kind of fire had been lit within her body.
Radiant.
He watched her move on the bed, her lips parted expectantly. "Come here." Severus stepped up to her side and sat next to her. One finger raced the line from
her face, to her neck, over her breast, and rested delicately on her waist. She smiled.
He bent down slowly over her body but instead of her mouth, placed his kiss between the
thin fabricate of her shirt and the smooth line of her jeans. She inhaled sharply as his
tongue lingered a moment over her skin. Her eyes closed and he moved above her. Her
knees bent around his hips and pulled him into the bed. They kissed unhurriedly almost
lazily, savoring every breath every shudder.
They rolled towards the window and Maylin sat above him, her legs wrapped
seductively around him. He moaned with anticipation. Her fingers moved up his chest
and one by one popped the buttons of his shirt free. She slip it off of his shoulders and
pulled it from under his back and tossed it somewhere in the darkness. A thin smile
emerged on her face as she traced her finger down his chest to the tight muscles on his
stomach. She giggled.
I could do my laundry on that.
Severus shook his head on the pillow and pulled himself upwards to meet Maylin.
She sat back on his legs as he wrapped his arms around her back and methodically inched
up her shirt.
Hands up, love.
Maylin beamed and raised her arms. Her shirt met his somewhere on the floor.
The bra was next and with a flick of his wrist slid off of her shoulders and in to the pile.
He laid back into the bed and glanced lovingly at her body. She began to move forward, a
hand on his jeans, when he stopped her. Her eyes questioned him.
"In a second, love, I want to look at you."
Maylin nodded and regained her place above him. After only a moment he
reached up for her. "Ok, I'm ready." Maylin purred as she lowered herself onto his naked
chest. "I've been ready." She whispered.
Her jeans proved more of a challenge to remove than her shirt but after coming
this far neither was about to let a little zipper get in their way. Finally after a good tug her
jeans disappeared as did Severus's. When at last they were together they moved under the
sheets and reached out for one another in the dark. They took their time breathing deep
with every kiss, every nibble. Her hair fell over her shoulders shielding her face from the
moonlight. She moved downwards and kissed him with a kind of passion that forced his
insides to scream with desire. He wanted her. He had known from the moment they met
that he would need her. But here in this bed, on this night he was desperate her.
Loving her was a beautiful torture and now that she was there in his arms, around
his waist, it was simply beautiful.
"I want to feel you," she urged. "You won't hurt me."
Severus touched her cheek. "Ok."
She was tight, and she was warm - Gods she was warm. They moved in a rhythm,
slow and shallow until her voice quivered in desperation. "I want to feel you more."
Severus obliged and rolled above her. He pulled her bottom upwards and pressed deeper
into her warmth. Hips that could kill a man. She moaned and breathed deeply, gasping
for a kind of coherency she realized left her the moment she had awoken. This was what
she wanted and as Severus held her close, she knew this was the only way she wanted to
have it.
His self control was fleeting but he wouldn't come until she was ready. He could
feel it rise in the heat of her skin, the staggering of her breath and finally the words
themselves. He couldn't make out all that she had tried to say but he distinctly heard his
name. In a wave of passion and need they released together all of the everything
they had ever want to say and be. Wrapped into a small world of one another, they
breathed a bit easier, and the hotness between them cooled to comfortable warmth.
Before either passed out they exchanged a final kiss and a word of love. In the
darkness and in the moonlight together they slept - they're dreams the first of many.