Final instalment of this little series. This was written to show the raw nature of everything, and what it never would be. 215 words.
This story is now rather different to the first chapter, I only just
realised this. This is now looking at why, and not just what it is. I
hope it's still okay!
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Arms that held. Lips that kissed. Bodies that moved. Once more, despite all that was said, all that was decided between their separate minds, they gave into that which they could not resist.
How they had come to this, they did not know. Had the pressure, pain, anguish around them, brought them into a bed that although had always felt so good, was also just as wrong? But neither thought, neither cared beyond the touch, the taste, the pure pleasure of what they were doing. He did not look and see an Angel; she did not look and see a God. They had only come to see each other as a vessel for relief, no matter the cost of their pleasure.
The snake and the lion, for both were like their separate icons more then they could bear to admit, drawn together in a pit of anger, fury, lust, and desire. Hermione Granger and Severus Snape. She could not say his name, and he would not say hers. Eyes that met outside the room showed nothing of their knowledge, of their secret. A secret, that though coming to an end very quickly, would live on always.
'No more', their minds agreed silently through locked eyes, before their bodies departed each other for the final time.
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I'm not sure it turned out right, please review and let me know what you thought :-)