Author's Notes: Hallelujah and sound the bells! Snape finally gets laid!
Hopefully the scene doesn't send the story crashing right through the
boundaries of an "R" rating. A brief passionate encounter takes a turn
towards horror as things begin to go horribly wrong for our star-crossed
couple. Warning: Some semi-graphic sexual content ahead, proceed with
caution. This was a fun one to write. Just what kind of lover would our
favorite professor be? A good friend suggested that he would be the type
who toys with leather and chains. I think he's much more primal than that.
After all, rage and lust are both fueled by passion, and I see Snape as
having quite a bit of pent up rage boiling away inside of him. Not a
sticky sweet sex scene by any means. But don't worry, it's consensual.
The musical track that set the mood for this chapter was the song: "I Want You Now" by The Clan of Xymox. Too bad I can't listen to it without getting naughty mental images anymore.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it from the books and movies, then it doesn't belong to me.
Chapter 14: Fear and Lust and Longing.
They flew on silently, reaching the edge of Hogsmeade just after midnight. Snape set the broom down gently in front of the tailor shop, unwrapped his cloak from around Mira, and helped her off the broom. He leaned the broom up against the front of the building as she unlocked the door. She turned back towards him, still reeling from what he had told her she had to do.
"So, this is it, this is goodbye."
"I'm sorry Mira. But it has to be, I'm afraid there simply isn't any choice."
"Will you at least be able to owl me from time to time and let me know that you're okay?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't risk it Mira. If the owl was intercepted by the Dark Lord, it could be used to lead the Death Eaters directly to you."
"But."
"Mira, please. For your own sake, just turn around, walk into the store, lock the door behind you, and start packing. And don't look back. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself. Now go, before I use a memory charm on you. You know I will if I have to, please don't make me resort to such unpleasant measures."
Mira took a long look at him, turned around, and walked into the store. She closed the door behind her, and walked over to the counter, braced her hands against the edge, and thought about what she must do.
Snape watched the door close behind her and felt a slight twinge of pain in his forearm, where the dark mark was branded into his flesh. He rubbed his arm, and started to mount the broom. He hesitated and leaned it back against the building and walked to the door of the store. He performed an unlocking charm on the lock, and quietly opened it. It was dark in the shop, but he could see Mira across the room, leaning against the counter. She didn't turn around; she didn't hear the door open. He closed it and performed a simple locking spell on it and walked across the room towards her and silently put his hand on her shoulder.
"Mira."
She turned around quickly, startled by the intruder. Snape grabbed her by the waist, pulled her towards him and kissed her forcefully on the mouth and then whispered in a shaky voice: "I couldn't let you go without knowing what could have been."
Mira reached out and took him by the face and pulled him back towards her. Their lips touched and she felt what seemed like bolts of frozen lightning surging through her body. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head back sharply and Mira let out a gasp. He traced his lips from just under her ear to the base of her neck, and she shivered and gasped at his touch. He pulled her head back farther and bit the spot at the crook of her neck. Her body tensed and she gasped again. She reached up and twined her fingers in his hair, breathing shallowly with anticipation as he alternately bit and kissed the tender flesh around her neck and throat. He released her from his embrace, and pushed her back against the counter. She caught her breath and pushed herself up onto the countertop.
"Say the word and I will turn around and walk out the door."
Mira reached out and grabbed the front of his cloak.
"No. Stay."
She unclasped his cloak and pushed it off of his shoulders onto the floor. Pulling him close to her, she undid the closures on his robe and pushed it open to reveal the shirt he wore underneath. She kissed him on his throat, above the collar of his shirt and started unbuttoning the buttons. She reached inside his shirt and ran her fingernails lightly down his smooth strong back. He arched forward into her arms with a throaty purr. Their lips met again, and he unbuttoned her sweater and pushed it back, exposing her shoulders.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He said breathily.
"More than you can imagine".
He unclasped the front closure of her bra, and caressed her breasts. She arched forward into his hands. He teasingly pinched her nipples and she pulled slightly away and gasped. He pushed her skirt up her thighs and helped her out of her panties while fumbling with his belt and the buttons on his trousers. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her forward onto him. She cried out, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"If I'm hurting you, tell me, and I'll stop".
"No. Don't stop, don't hold back."
He leaned her back onto the countertop, and made love to her forcefully and without restraint. Unlike other women who had cringed or tried to pull away, she welcomed his feral style of lovemaking. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and they moved together in perfect synch. He could feel her muscles tense up, and hear her breath start to come in short gasps as she started to climax. She cried out, and dug her fingernails into his back as she came. Her spasms of pleasure took him over the edge and he followed closely behind with his orgasm. His knees buckled, and he caught himself on the edge of the counter, and rested his head on her chest, waiting to catch his breath.
Neither of them noticed the cloaked man with the silvery blonde hair who was standing outside the shop, peering in through a gap in the window shades. He sneered and chuckled under his breath, and then turned away, walked to the corner, and apparated into the night.
Recovered from the exertion and breathing normally again, Snape stood up and began to button his shirt and trousers. Mira gave a contented sigh, sat up, pushed her skirt down over her knees, and refastened her bra.
"Sweet Merlin, Mira, that was incredible."
He pulled her off the counter, and into his arms. He held her tightly, his chin resting on her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. He savored the moment and committed it to memory, knowing that this would be the last time he would see her, as well as most likely the last time he would ever feel the overpowering and slightly disorienting sensation one feels when they realize that they've fallen in love. He inwardly mourned what he now knew could have been.
The mood was shattered by a searing pain in his forearm. He was being summoned.
"Mira. I have to go now. Remember what you promised me. I want you to go upstairs right now and pack your bags and be ready to leave first thing in the morning. Don't tell anybody where you're going, not your cousin, not even Tricia. You must not leave any kind of trail that could lead the Death Eaters to you. Be careful and watch your back. Promise me Mira. Promise me that you will not return to England until you are contacted by Headmaster Dumbledore and told that it is safe to return. Is that clear Mira? He will know how to find you. Don't ask me how he knows these things, but he will know."
She stood with her arms crossed over her chest and tears in her eyes as he fastened his robe and pulled on his cloak. She followed him to the door. He turned, and pulled her close to him for one final kiss.
"Be careful Severus, please be careful. When this is all over with, promise me that you'll come for me."
He opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air.
"I can't promise you that Mira. All I can promise is that if I had any power to change the situation, tonight would be a beginning, and not an end. "
Snape clutched his forearm as he grabbed the broom from against the building. He mounted the broom, and kicked off into the moonlit sky, headed towards Hogwarts.
He touched down just inside the gates, dropped the broom on the ground, ran to the castle, and down into his dungeon chambers. He unlocked the inner cabinet of his armoire and removed a hooded black robe and ghostly white mask. He threw off his cloak and robe, pulled on the Death Eater robe, pocketed the mask, and pulled his cloak back on. He hurried out of his chambers, through the Potions lab, and up the stairs to the main hallway. He stopped to catch his breath and let the most recent surge of pain from the dark mark pass. Then he ran out the doors of the castle, and into the forest, just out of range of the apparation blocking charms. He stopped, turned and looked back at the castle silhouetted against the moonlit sky and wondered if it would be the last time he would ever see it. He removed his cloak, performed a shrinking spell on it and tucked it into his robe pocket, slipped the mask on his face, raised the hood of the robe, and answered the summoning.
Mira locked the door, and picked the rest of her clothes and wand off the floor. She absentmindedly twined her hair up and used the wand and a muggle style pencil off of the counter to anchor the knot. She walked up the stairs to her apartment. Still reeling from the night's events, she changed into her nightgown and started to get ready for bed. Tomorrow would come soon enough, tonight she needed to rest and try and understand what exactly she had been caught up in. She was just getting ready to brush out her hair, and was startled by three masked wizards apparating inside her room. Mira screamed and ran towards the door.
"Grab her!" The middle wizard ordered.
The larger wizard grabbed her by the waist and clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her screams. The other one tried to grab hold of her legs but she was kicking and flailing and trying to twist out of his grasp. The leader of the trio raised his wand towards her.
"Stupefy!"
She instantly lost consciousness and fell limp into the arms of the larger wizard. The leader walked over and backhanded her across the cheek, drawing blood from where his ring struck her.
"Muggle loving whore!"
The four of them disapparated from her room, leaving behind the signs of a struggle.
The musical track that set the mood for this chapter was the song: "I Want You Now" by The Clan of Xymox. Too bad I can't listen to it without getting naughty mental images anymore.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it from the books and movies, then it doesn't belong to me.
Chapter 14: Fear and Lust and Longing.
They flew on silently, reaching the edge of Hogsmeade just after midnight. Snape set the broom down gently in front of the tailor shop, unwrapped his cloak from around Mira, and helped her off the broom. He leaned the broom up against the front of the building as she unlocked the door. She turned back towards him, still reeling from what he had told her she had to do.
"So, this is it, this is goodbye."
"I'm sorry Mira. But it has to be, I'm afraid there simply isn't any choice."
"Will you at least be able to owl me from time to time and let me know that you're okay?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't risk it Mira. If the owl was intercepted by the Dark Lord, it could be used to lead the Death Eaters directly to you."
"But."
"Mira, please. For your own sake, just turn around, walk into the store, lock the door behind you, and start packing. And don't look back. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself. Now go, before I use a memory charm on you. You know I will if I have to, please don't make me resort to such unpleasant measures."
Mira took a long look at him, turned around, and walked into the store. She closed the door behind her, and walked over to the counter, braced her hands against the edge, and thought about what she must do.
Snape watched the door close behind her and felt a slight twinge of pain in his forearm, where the dark mark was branded into his flesh. He rubbed his arm, and started to mount the broom. He hesitated and leaned it back against the building and walked to the door of the store. He performed an unlocking charm on the lock, and quietly opened it. It was dark in the shop, but he could see Mira across the room, leaning against the counter. She didn't turn around; she didn't hear the door open. He closed it and performed a simple locking spell on it and walked across the room towards her and silently put his hand on her shoulder.
"Mira."
She turned around quickly, startled by the intruder. Snape grabbed her by the waist, pulled her towards him and kissed her forcefully on the mouth and then whispered in a shaky voice: "I couldn't let you go without knowing what could have been."
Mira reached out and took him by the face and pulled him back towards her. Their lips touched and she felt what seemed like bolts of frozen lightning surging through her body. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head back sharply and Mira let out a gasp. He traced his lips from just under her ear to the base of her neck, and she shivered and gasped at his touch. He pulled her head back farther and bit the spot at the crook of her neck. Her body tensed and she gasped again. She reached up and twined her fingers in his hair, breathing shallowly with anticipation as he alternately bit and kissed the tender flesh around her neck and throat. He released her from his embrace, and pushed her back against the counter. She caught her breath and pushed herself up onto the countertop.
"Say the word and I will turn around and walk out the door."
Mira reached out and grabbed the front of his cloak.
"No. Stay."
She unclasped his cloak and pushed it off of his shoulders onto the floor. Pulling him close to her, she undid the closures on his robe and pushed it open to reveal the shirt he wore underneath. She kissed him on his throat, above the collar of his shirt and started unbuttoning the buttons. She reached inside his shirt and ran her fingernails lightly down his smooth strong back. He arched forward into her arms with a throaty purr. Their lips met again, and he unbuttoned her sweater and pushed it back, exposing her shoulders.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He said breathily.
"More than you can imagine".
He unclasped the front closure of her bra, and caressed her breasts. She arched forward into his hands. He teasingly pinched her nipples and she pulled slightly away and gasped. He pushed her skirt up her thighs and helped her out of her panties while fumbling with his belt and the buttons on his trousers. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her forward onto him. She cried out, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"If I'm hurting you, tell me, and I'll stop".
"No. Don't stop, don't hold back."
He leaned her back onto the countertop, and made love to her forcefully and without restraint. Unlike other women who had cringed or tried to pull away, she welcomed his feral style of lovemaking. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and they moved together in perfect synch. He could feel her muscles tense up, and hear her breath start to come in short gasps as she started to climax. She cried out, and dug her fingernails into his back as she came. Her spasms of pleasure took him over the edge and he followed closely behind with his orgasm. His knees buckled, and he caught himself on the edge of the counter, and rested his head on her chest, waiting to catch his breath.
Neither of them noticed the cloaked man with the silvery blonde hair who was standing outside the shop, peering in through a gap in the window shades. He sneered and chuckled under his breath, and then turned away, walked to the corner, and apparated into the night.
Recovered from the exertion and breathing normally again, Snape stood up and began to button his shirt and trousers. Mira gave a contented sigh, sat up, pushed her skirt down over her knees, and refastened her bra.
"Sweet Merlin, Mira, that was incredible."
He pulled her off the counter, and into his arms. He held her tightly, his chin resting on her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. He savored the moment and committed it to memory, knowing that this would be the last time he would see her, as well as most likely the last time he would ever feel the overpowering and slightly disorienting sensation one feels when they realize that they've fallen in love. He inwardly mourned what he now knew could have been.
The mood was shattered by a searing pain in his forearm. He was being summoned.
"Mira. I have to go now. Remember what you promised me. I want you to go upstairs right now and pack your bags and be ready to leave first thing in the morning. Don't tell anybody where you're going, not your cousin, not even Tricia. You must not leave any kind of trail that could lead the Death Eaters to you. Be careful and watch your back. Promise me Mira. Promise me that you will not return to England until you are contacted by Headmaster Dumbledore and told that it is safe to return. Is that clear Mira? He will know how to find you. Don't ask me how he knows these things, but he will know."
She stood with her arms crossed over her chest and tears in her eyes as he fastened his robe and pulled on his cloak. She followed him to the door. He turned, and pulled her close to him for one final kiss.
"Be careful Severus, please be careful. When this is all over with, promise me that you'll come for me."
He opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air.
"I can't promise you that Mira. All I can promise is that if I had any power to change the situation, tonight would be a beginning, and not an end. "
Snape clutched his forearm as he grabbed the broom from against the building. He mounted the broom, and kicked off into the moonlit sky, headed towards Hogwarts.
He touched down just inside the gates, dropped the broom on the ground, ran to the castle, and down into his dungeon chambers. He unlocked the inner cabinet of his armoire and removed a hooded black robe and ghostly white mask. He threw off his cloak and robe, pulled on the Death Eater robe, pocketed the mask, and pulled his cloak back on. He hurried out of his chambers, through the Potions lab, and up the stairs to the main hallway. He stopped to catch his breath and let the most recent surge of pain from the dark mark pass. Then he ran out the doors of the castle, and into the forest, just out of range of the apparation blocking charms. He stopped, turned and looked back at the castle silhouetted against the moonlit sky and wondered if it would be the last time he would ever see it. He removed his cloak, performed a shrinking spell on it and tucked it into his robe pocket, slipped the mask on his face, raised the hood of the robe, and answered the summoning.
Mira locked the door, and picked the rest of her clothes and wand off the floor. She absentmindedly twined her hair up and used the wand and a muggle style pencil off of the counter to anchor the knot. She walked up the stairs to her apartment. Still reeling from the night's events, she changed into her nightgown and started to get ready for bed. Tomorrow would come soon enough, tonight she needed to rest and try and understand what exactly she had been caught up in. She was just getting ready to brush out her hair, and was startled by three masked wizards apparating inside her room. Mira screamed and ran towards the door.
"Grab her!" The middle wizard ordered.
The larger wizard grabbed her by the waist and clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her screams. The other one tried to grab hold of her legs but she was kicking and flailing and trying to twist out of his grasp. The leader of the trio raised his wand towards her.
"Stupefy!"
She instantly lost consciousness and fell limp into the arms of the larger wizard. The leader walked over and backhanded her across the cheek, drawing blood from where his ring struck her.
"Muggle loving whore!"
The four of them disapparated from her room, leaving behind the signs of a struggle.