WARNING:

This one-shot is definitely rated "not-teen." I was just wondering what Severus Snape would be like when he was first discovering physical and emotional intimacy with Rose.

Love Making and Other Things:

Rose had made love with Tiberius many times. After being with Tiberius, Rose had learned that love making was different than other types of sex. Being with Tiberius in that way was like she was drawing and expelling air from his lungs, like their movements were triggered by the same brain waves, like their hearts beat in time. It was emotional, personal and beautiful.

Rose had also done things with Tiberius Malfoy that definitely were not beautiful. Tiberius had been more experienced than Rose. He was seven years older and he knew what he liked; he knew what he wanted to do to Rose and what he wanted her to do to him. Tiberius was fit and strong. He often left Rose exhausted and sore in the most wonderful sort of way. Tiberius, who had been coddled by his family, seemed to romanticize rough play. He was not shy about telling Rose to spank, bite, and do things to him that were deliciously humiliating. Rose was surprised that she enjoyed it just as much as gentle and tender love making.

Before Tiberius, there was a fellow healer. Their fling was brief and mostly physical. They had not made love, but just tried to fit in an orgasm here and there between shifts at the hospital, often meeting in abandoned supply closets. The healer also had a clear idea of what he liked, telling Rose that if she moved this way or that way, he would cum before someone caught them.

Before the healer was Rose's childhood neighbor, James. All they did was make love, or so she thought at the time. James was Rose's first, but Rose was not his. James had been a very good athlete in high school and had his pick of beautiful, blonde cheerleaders. Their summer affair was held in whispers as to not alert parents as they fooled around in their childhood bedrooms. He liked her very much, even though they had little in common. James was patient and kind to Rose. He moved slowly and allowed Rose to figure out what she liked, while gently allowing her to explore things he suggested too.

Rose was in her bathroom; she opened the cabinet under her sink. There was a collection of carefully measured out vials of purple potion. Severus had brought a supply of the potion last night. Rose smirked as she reached for one of the many vials. Severus must have tripled the batch.

"That is a bit presumptuous, don't you think," she had teased him upon seeing the amount of potion he provided her. The potion only had a shelf life of one month.

Severus had looked momentarily mortified before wiping his face of all emotion.

"I'm only joking," Rose had assured him quickly. Severus did not do well with jokes at his expense.

Rose drained the potion, feeling the sweet syrupy liquid slide down her throat.

They hadn't been intimate long. Rose was learning about Severus as a sexual partner as Severus discovered himself. There was still uncertainty. Rose could feel Severus's restraint. She could see him questioning his natural instincts. Rose tried her best to make him feel comfortable, to let him know that anything he needed or felt was not off limits. She wanted him to know how loved he was because she did love him, so much.

Rose had never been anyone's first before, but she considered it a great responsibility. She remembered James telling her their first time that this was about her. Now it was about Severus, Severus's needs, Severus's exploration and comfort.

Rose had never been one to talk much during sex, but she made it a point to throw in words of encouragement here and there.

When Severus was able to relax and let himself go, he was brilliant. He was meticulous and intense. Severus made Rose feel like the most desired woman alive. The mere memory of the hungry look in his eyes made Rose crave him until she could have him again.

Severus was not like Tiberius, nor would Rose want him to be. Severus was extremely gentle, he liked kissing and eye contact. Rose knew that Severus would not be into the type of things Tiberius was into; no way would Rose even think of nipping the flesh on Severus's neck with her teeth.

Severus, who had been deprived of gentle touch all his life, seemed to have a hunger for it.

They exclusively made love. It was slow and passionate, nothing kinky or dirty about it. Maybe that would come with time. Even if it never did, Rose didn't mind. She was the one who got to be with Severus Snape. She was the one who got to touch him and love him in a way that no one else ever had.

Rose walked back into the bedroom after discarding the empty potion bottle on the bathroom counter. She had pulled on a pair of underwear and one of her over-sized sweaters.

Severus was staring up at the ceiling, scowling, the covers pulled up high on his bare chest.

Rose pressed her lips together before crawling back into the bed; she brushed her foot against Severus's calf. His eyes flicked towards her and then back at the ceiling.

He was embarrassed. Rose knew even if he wasn't going to admit it. No one liked to be embarrassed but it especially seemed to bother Severus, like it disturbed him on a much deeper level than most.

Until tonight, Rose and Severus had only tried one position with Severus on top. Tonight, Rose had been so excited to see him and so desperate for him; she was straddling him almost the moment he apparated into her flat.

He had clearly been excited to see her too and had liked Rose taking charge a little too much.

Rose hoped she hadn't looked disappointed. She was a bit, just because she had been so eager. However, the disappointment was short lived.

"Oh," she had said in surprise as she felt Severus's body tighten, then release beneath her. His momentary expression of elation was instantly replaced with a look of disgust.

The previous times, Severus had not lasted exceptionally long, but Rose didn't need him to. It had been such a long time since she had had sex, Severus merely needed to look at her funny and she would be there.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Yes?" he said at the ceiling.

Rose planted a kiss on his cheek. "It happens."

His scowl deepened.

"We can try again later."

He said nothing.

"Come here, will you?" she urged.

He turned over to face her. Rose shrugged her arms open for him. Severus stared at her with narrowed eyes. He didn't like her pitying tone.

"Please," she said sweetly.

He let out a long sigh and moved into her, resting his head on her shoulder and draping his arm around her waist.

Rose began stroking at his hair. Severus closed his eyes at her touch. He felt ashamed at how much he liked when she did this. She was holding him in a very motherly way. Severus wondered if she realized what she was doing, perhaps Rose was overcompensating for their age difference.

She kissed the top of his head. "I love you very much," she soothed.

He glanced up at her. She was beaming down at him. This kind, intelligent, beautiful woman was holding him. She, who should have been out of his reach, had floated down from whatever celestial perch she had been to lower herself to his level. Severus could hardly believe his luck.

Rose raised her brows at him. "Don't you love me too?" she said a little peeved.

Despite himself, he smirked. "I love you," he said quickly. He chewed his tongue for a moment. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't be stupid," Rose told him. She slipped herself out from under him. Severus felt a little disappointed that she was letting go. As if sensing this, Rose gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I want to play a game with you."

"What kind of game?" Severus asked suspiciously as he started to sit up too.

"Nope," Rose said, pushing on his chest. "This game requires you to lay down."

"Alright," he agreed, sinking back into the pillow.

"Comfortable?"

Severus nodded, his heart beginning to pound.

Rose began to stroke his black hair again.

Severus's eyes flit closed in contentment.

"You seem to like it when I do this," she said. "Do you?"

"hmm," he said.

Rose giggled. "Is that a yes?"

Severus smiled; his eyes closed. "Yes," he told her. "Is this the game?" he peered up at her.

"Keep your eyes closed," Rose instructed, "and yes."

"Should I be nervous?" Severus said facetiously.

Rose tucked Severus's hair behind his ears and leaned over him. "Very," she breathed.

He smirked.

Rose pressed her lips into his sharp jawline and then lightly moved her mouth to the sensitive skin of his neck. Rose could feel the thin scars from the snake bites on her lips. Severus shivered slightly. "What about this," Rose said against his neck. "Do you like this?"

"Not the neck," Severus murmured.

"Okay," she said, removing her lips at once and placing them on his mouth. She kissed him deeply, then caught his lower lip between her teeth. She gently sucked before letting him go. "And that?"

"I like that," Severus told her. He opened his eyes, his pupils eclipsing his dark irises.

"Close your eyes," she demanded.

He obeyed at once.

She kissed him again, and again ensnared his lower lip. She released him. His lip ripe with blood flow.

She then placed her hand on his chest, she knotted her fingers in his chest hair and tugged slightly.

"Yes," Severus breathed.

Rose grinned and began kissing down Severus's chest, sliding her hand lower and lower down his body.

"I like that," Severus told her.

"Good," she said, throwing her head under the covers.

Severus gasped as Rose gripped him, feeling him hot in her hand, feeling him grow in her palm. She began a repetitive rubbing and pulling motion.

Severus's body became tight, he clawed at the sheets.

"Good?" she questioned.

'Very good,' Severus thought. He nodded, then remembered that her head was covered. "Yes," he managed. He could feel her hot breath on his inner thigh. Rose continued the motion with her hand, feeling Severus become harder still. She moved her mouth over to where his leg and pubic bone met. She licked the protruding ridge of his hip.

"I like this spot," Rose told him. She put her mouth to the point and began to suck and tease the flesh with her teeth.

Severus threw his head back into the pillow, expelling a sharp burst of air.

Rose then kissed the spot chastely.

She resurfaced from the blankets, but kept her hand between his legs, feeling him pulse.

He was staring at her, his eyes wide. Then he reached for her, wanting her again. But Rose pulled back slightly. She shook her head with a light smile on her lips.

"Just you this time," she told him gently before diving under the covers again.