TITLE: What He Needs
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: Snape/Harry
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. JK Rowling is god, I'm just playing with them.

His hands roam over my back, restless, unsure, desperate. Crushed to me, bitter with blood and grief, he clings like a drowning man clings to driftwood, searching hopelessly for the familiar, for the warmth he has lost that I have never given him. I ache to have him, to take possession of that fragile frame. I know that I can.

He mumbles against my mouth, tasting of tears and helplessness.

Protect me. Save me.

I force myself to breathe, and I do the best, worst thing I could do. I do what he asked me to.

I lick the salt-sweetness of him from my lips, and I tell him 'No.'