Bastard.
He was stood there, all high and mighty looking down his nose at me. Thankfully I just finished the final of my many 'Evanescos'. I preferred the answer I was thinking to stay in my head; if it were to surpass my lips I doubt I would ever see him again. So instead I sat heavily on the left edge of my bed and wait for Severus's next action. He sat on the opposite side and passed over a bottle of something I did not recognize at first.
"What's this?"
"This is what we drank together, remember, when we went to Hogsmeade that time."
Butterbeer. Ah, such sweet memories. Whoa, wait a minute.
"Are you feeling alright, you were vaguely sentimental then, I am to be worried by this?"
"Actually I'd hope you would remember afterwards."
I engaged my brain into some serious thinking and then, bang, it hit me.
"No need to worry then?"
I felt him scoot over to the pillows and settle himself down on my blankets. I imagined him laying out, his long slim body stretching as he made himself comfortable. He preferred a slightly harder bed than mine, but sometimes a bed being bouncy can help somewhat, if you catch my drift. Knowing that he was still fully clothed allowed my mind to wander to what I knew was underneath. Swathed in pale almost luminous skin, his hip bones just made their presence known. The only mark that I wish was not there was the damning Dark Mark carved into his forearm, the same Mark that I have scraped away, literally, but it still lingers. I must remain positive, or at least keep my mind in the gutter if I am to get what I want tonight.
I felt his body move again, I laughed quietly out loud at the knowledge that he was having trouble getting comfortable; he can get quite particular about certain things. However, he kept moving about, rocking from one side to another gently, he wasn't getting relaxed, he was taking his clothes off.
Bloody cheek, he knows I like to do that.
I gradually turned around to discover that he was indeed taking his clothes off, that pale flesh slowly being revealed, incredibly slowly, too fucking slow. I hoped up onto my bed, to rest on my knees and with any luck, aid Severus in getting his clothes off. I twisted around to face him, my hands already making their way to the last button.
"What do you think you are doing?"
I refused to speak, a thousand words racing to my tongue (you'll have your turn), instead I let my fingers tackle the last fastener and flung open the jacket. Or should I say knee-trembling frock coat. There was that same pale flesh that has haunted my dreams and made me want to do things to him in the Great Hall that children should never see. I decide to not stop here and let me hands travel from their temporary placement on his shoulders along his chest, then following a scar line to his trousers.
"Allow me to repeat myself, what do you think you are doing?" He emphasised every word, that velvet voice drifting down my spine causing it to quiver slightly.
"I am doing as I please."
Surely you can not argue with that?
I swear I heard a slight growl of defeat in the back of his throat, but he wouldn't want that escaping. I allowed the tips of my fingers feel the warm skin under the top of his trousers, it was smooth, but a furrow of course hair enlightened me to what was below. Swinging my still clothed body onto his lap surprised him; his eyes were shut from my caresses.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you incapable of asking anything else?"
"You have clothes on."
And...?
His hands were at my corset. Why on earth I decided to wear it I don't know. Wait. It makes my breasts do that 'heaving bosom' thing, that's why. It will also infuriate him as he has to undo it and in situations like these, he is not always that patient man you see stirring a potion.
"Why on earth did you put this contraption on? How on earth did you get it on?"
He was grasping desperately at the cords holding me in, but his prone position didn't allow such dexterity. He was wriggling like a four year old child trying to get at that unreachable jar of sweets.
"Do you need some help?"
"Get up."
"What?"
"Get off me and stand up over there." He waved at the rug placed just in front of the fire which was still cracking merrily.
I willingly complied, it was obvious what he was going to do and I didn't want to put off the inevitable. The fire had died down a little and now was spitting the odd cinder onto the hearth rather than the rug. My robes were warming up by the fire; it crept up like ivy, suffocating with warmth whatever remained in its path. I was still facing him as he descended from my bed to face me, shirtless, and grabbed my waist forcefully and forced me to face away from him. Several heavy breaths escaped from my bitten lips, I could just feel his hands running up and down my back. I went to put my hands on his to show him how to unravel the cords, but yet again my hands were slapped away.
"Severus, has it been that long since you have had to do this? I'm sure I have an instruction booklet around here somewhere." I started to walk to my chest of drawers but was stopped short by the pulling on my corset. "Finally gotten to grips with it?"
The cord was quickly loosened, but not enough for it to be taken off. I found myself yet again looking into the fathomless pits of his eyes.
"So where do we go from here?"
As you asked ever so nicely I decided to give you the second part early seeming I am going back to school. I don't want to, I want to write this for you...ah well, enjoy!