Chapter Three: Creative
I stop dead in my doorway, my heart quickening its pace at the sight of a familiar figure sitting on my bed, reading one of my stories. I clear my throat in order to catch his attention and he quickly stands up, leaving the notebook lying on my bed.
"You must be Kira..." he says quickly, " I can assume that you know who I am?"
"My father set you up to this didn't he?" I demand, uneasy,but furious.
"What makes you think that?" he counters, studying me cautiously.
"You're in my room...reading my work. What other explanation is there?" I snap.
"Would you like me to leave?" Severus questions with a raised eyebrow.
I study him for a moment before replying. I've lost count of how many times I've wanted to walk in and find him in my room...I never thought it would happen. However, under these circumstances, my concerns couldn't be focused on fulfilling a fantasy. What I need to be concerned about is how to get my father to understand that he no longer has any control over my life and what I choose to do with it. I sigh. "No...because that will make him think he's won."
"Good. I'd like to finish this one." he smirks.
Enjoying yourself?" I sneer, moving into the room and shutting the door behind me.
"Very much so...you have rather clever story lines for each one. It's catching and creative...though rather erotic, don't you think? However, I have found many similiarities in each story." he answers almost mockingly.
"Such as?" I prod, a bit insulted.
" For one, they're all romances and I seem to always be the main male character." he answers.
"Oh, do't flatter yourself. Just because I give the main male characters your name doesn't exactly mean I've modeled him after you." I counter defensively.
"Well then, how do you explain the fact that you also give the character my description. You also have my photo buried that chest of yours." he questions innocently. When I don't answer, he continues. "Also, though your main female character always have different names, their actions, choices, and dialect seem remarkably similar in each story. Seeing as most of your work is written in first person, would I also be correct in assuming the main female character to be modeled after yourself?"
I sigh in frustration and run my fingers through my hair, finding the man far too observant.
"You may be correct about a few things, but they are most certainly not erotic." I insist.
"Oh really?" he replies mockingly, raising his eyebrows. He picks the notebook up from my bed and starts reading out loud,
"...'I hesitantly spread my legs and he moves to sit between them, allowing his fingers to play. He slips two inside of me.
"Gods.."I moan, pushing my hips up into his touch, pushing his fingers in deeper. I gasp as he quickly replaces them with his mouth, allowing his tongue to taste and explore. I can't help but buck against him as he pushes it inside of me. I-"
"Enough!" I snap loudly, cutting him off. My face is hot with embaressment. I quickly lunge at the notebook, but in one swift moment he holds them behind him, out of my reach, with one hand while pulling me into him with the other, which surprises me enough to cause me to forget abou the story.
His gaze holds mine calculatingly, and for a brief moment fall to my chest. I'm breathing hard, causing my chest to heave. His breath quickens and heat flares up in my lower stomache as his arousal grows hard against me. He lets out a low moan, but quickly pulls away.
"I have to go." he says smoothly, moving past me to open my bedroom door.
" Do you want me to stop writing?" I ask quickly, afraid of the answer.
He hesitantly turns back around to study me, careful to keep his gaze on mine.
"No. Just don't lend them out to the public. They could get the wrong idea... and I don't think you want that kind of attention." he answers finally, before rushing out of the room. It takes me a moment to realize he took my notebook with him.