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A/N: For my most faithful reviewers – Mark Darcy and Holly Ilex. Oh, and for Quintus – you know, who you are – for, erm, inspiring me.
Never dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you
Child of the Wilderness from the movie The Phantom of the Opera
Chapter Thirteen – Afterglow
…where Jane and Severus make up some more…
Severus awoke in the wee hours of the morning, his eyes opening slowly to the comforting sensation of warm naked skin against his own nude body. He looked at the sleeping form lying next to him and the events of the previous night came back to him. Jane, he thought happily, had spent the night with him. He rolled onto his side and watched the woman sharing his bed. She lay on her stomach, sound asleep, snoring gently, and he knew he'd never beheld a more glorious sight.
He thought back on his life and the sexual encounters he'd had. He certainly hadn't lived like a monk, but he'd never made love. Not truly. His night with Jane had opened his eyes. In the past, his encounters had always been brief and driven by lust, by necessity, by the primal urge to relieve his sexual frustration. Like an animal, he had mated, working towards one goal, and one alone. He had strived for the one brief surge of ecstasy that granted him a moment's reprieve from the darkness of his empty existence, that one moment of pleasure, where all was well with the world. It hadn't been until last night that he understood the true meaning of pure bliss. He had experienced a genuine union of bodies and of souls. Severus felt his body stir as the memories of last night flashed through his mind.
Take me, she had told him as she melted into his arms. And he had. They'd come together in a frantic tangle of arms and legs, clawing at each other with sheer desperation. He recalled how Jane, frustrated with the many buttons on his tunic, simply tore his jacket open. He could still hear the buttons popping off and scattering in all directions. If he was honest, he hadn't been too gentle with her either. He had peeled her out of her dress with a speed that had surprised even him. He had made love to her that second time on the cold hard floor in front of the fireplace. But Jane hadn't complained. She had matched his wild urgency kiss for kiss, touch for touch. Her need had been as fierce as his, and their union had been explosive. Severus couldn't remember how they had made it to his bed, only that he woke in the middle of the night with Jane draped over him. He had roused her with tender kisses and made love to her with slow determination. Afterwards, they had fallen asleep in each other's arms.
He liked the feel of her, her warm body against his. He carefully gathered her into his arms and pulled her close. Jane mumbled something in her sleep and turned into his embrace, entangling her legs with his. He held her in the protective circle of his arms, unable to believe his good fortune. He still marveled at her enthusiastic response to him. It had been easy to make love to her, he reflected, nuzzling her neck. She had surrendered her body to his exploration, and he had indulged himself in finding out what made her squirm, what made her hot, and what made her scream with pleasure. Jane stretched languorously against him, moaning in her sleep, and Severus cocked an eyebrow. He wondered whether she was dreaming of him.
Jane smiled, happy with delight. Severus was making love to her, again. He gently caressed her face, tracing her delicate features, the curve of her jaw. She turned into his touch, pressing herself against his nude body, desperate to feel him close. He kissed her slowly, playfully teasing her lips apart with his tongue, and she melted into his arms. His hand slid to her throat, coming to rest there. Jane's head fell backwards onto the pillow and she lifted her arms high above her head, offering herself to him.
Severus let his hands trail from the soft skin of her throat to her shoulders, before focusing on her breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh gently, and Jane arched against him. One hand moved caressingly down her torso to settle finally over the gentle curve of her abdomen. Her breath caught in her throat at this simple touch. The feeling of his calloused hands on her vulnerable skin, made her quiver with desire.
Jane's heart began to race as he kissed the sensitive skin over her jugular. She could feel his hot breath against her neck and the gentle rasp of his tongue as he licked the spot he'd just kissed. Severus nipped gently at first, before fastening his mouth more determinedly. He alternated the pressure with which he sucked and nipped at her skin, sending jolt after jolt to the very core of her being. With a guttural moan, Jane hugged him close to her as he marked her, claiming her as his. Finally, his tongue trailed a wet path along the line of her jaw to the corner of her mouth. She could feel his hot breath against the sensitive skin of her partially open lips before he claimed her mouth in a carnal kiss…
Jane's eyes flew open. This was no dream. She was lying in Severus' arms, his powerful frame spooning up behind her, his arousal hard and demanding against her thigh. Their legs were entangled, and one of his hands was clamped possessively over one of her breasts. He was nuzzling her neck, and Jane moaned.
"Good morning." He smiled against her skin.
"Severus?"
"Yes, Jane?" He tightened his arms around her.
"I thought it was all a dream," she said dreamily.
He tensed. "Do you regret last night?"
There was a slight catch in his voice, and Jane quickly turned around to face him. His eyes were veiled, his features enigmatic. Severus was steeling himself for the worst.
Jane cupped his face between her hands and met his eyes determinedly. "Of course, I don't, Severus. It was wonderful. You were wonderful." She kissed him tenderly. "I want you, Severus. Only you."
She could feel the tension leave his body, saw his mask of indifference crumble. Jane caressed his face. "Don't ever doubt your own worth, Severus. You deserve to be loved. And I do love you."
He buried his face against her shoulder, seeking comfort. "You don't have to say it, Jane."
"Yes, I do. And you need to hear it." She hugged him tighter. "I love you."
He trembled, clutching her to him. "I… I…" He broke off, his throat constricting with emotion.
Jane cradled his head against her chest and combed her fingers through his tousled hair. "Shhh…"
It was a long time before Severus moved again. His arousal was still straining against her.
"What have we here?" she murmured.
"A gift for you," he growled, pushing against her, removing all doubt about his desire for her. Passion had replaced his insecurities and self-doubts. Jane giggled delightedly and wriggled against him. Severus, the lover, was back, and she ached for him.
Severus kissed her neck, rasping his tongue over her sensitive skin. Jane giggled when he reached a particularly ticklish spot. "You like that, hmm?" She could feel his lips against her skin pull into a smile.
"I do," she laughed, reaching around his shoulders to draw him closer. "More please."
"Your wish is my command." Severus began to nip on her throat, biting her gently.
A guttural moan escaped her lips, and his hands roamed over her body, from her hips along her sides to her breasts. The rough calloused skin of his palms sent electric shivers through her body, and Jane writhed beneath him, restless with need. He kneaded the soft flesh, rolling her rapidly hardening nipples between his long fingers. She moaned again.
"I love your hands," she told him. "I always have."
"Is that so?" His smoldering gaze stoked the fire in her even higher.
Jane nodded, raking her nails over his back. "Do you remember the time you treated my headache?"
He kissed her deeply and nudged her legs apart. "I remember…"
"I dreamt of your hands that night."
"You did?"
"Well, I dreamt of your hands on my body. You were making love to me… Hmm…"
"Is that so?" Severus rocked against her, and she draped her legs over his hips, urging him on.
"M-hm."
He slid one long finger between her legs, finding her ready for him. He looked at her questioningly.
"What can I say," Jane murmured. "I'm hot for you."
"I can see that."
"It's you, Severus, only you. Not Remus, not Basil, not anyone else. Only you do this to me."
He smiled at her admission. It hadn't been necessary, though. Her response to him had been genuine. He'd known that she wasn't thinking of anyone else while they were making love. And, yet, her confession touched him deeply. It stroked his ego and he liked that. Severus kissed her again and pushed into her slick tight passage, filling her, stretching her. Her muscles immediately contracted around him, drawing him deeper inside.
"That feels good," he groaned.
She squeezed him again and he exhaled sharply.
"If you don't stop that now," he warned her gruffly, "I won't be able to last much longer."
Jane smiled and kissed his shoulder. "I don't mind." She squeezed him again and he groaned.
Severus grasped her shoulders and withdrew, before plunging back into her. Jane moaned as he hit the base of her womb, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She shifted her hips, so he sunk even deeper with his next thrust, and Severus thought he'd died and gone to Heaven. She clung to him for dear life, as he drove into her faster, harder, and her moans became louder.
"Severus," she panted breathlessly, "please."
He gritted his teeth and moved his hands to her buttocks. Leaning back, he thrust into her from a different angle, and Jane's moans increased in pitch. She was frantically thrusting her hips against his now, and he touched one thumb to the engorged nub between her folds. Screaming his name, she exploded, contracting violently around him, squeezing him almost painfully. He drove into her twice more, before his own powerful release hit him. With a shout, he collapsed on top of her. They remained like this, still joined, until their ragged breaths returned to normal and sleep claimed them once more.
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