Chapter Four: Crossing The Line

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter Universe; that honor belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I thank them for the inspiration, however. Also, this story contains sexual and other adult themes, hence the M rating.

Ophelia studied the Potion's Master. What is going on inside that mind? She could feel the anxiety she was causing him which only spurred her on. She hadn't made a man this nervous since…Oh gods, is it possible that he is a virgin? How delicious… The intensity of her gaze increased.

She took in his features, the dark hair and pale skin. He wasn't classically handsome by any means, but he had strong, defined features. That combined with his long lean build, and velvety smooth voice made for an appealing package to her. But mostly it was the dark, piercing, knowing eyes that drew her to him. They were incredible expressive when he allowed them to be. She remembered how easily one disapproving gaze could silence an entire classroom and send shivers down the spine. Now, however, those stunning eyes were telling her that she was in control.

She held out her hand, palm up, as he watched her. She almost felt sorry for the man as he literally appeared dumbfounded as she whispered, "Do you trust me, Professor?" She heard him swallow hard and take a deep breath as he reached a hand out to hers. Electricity shot through her body at his touch. This is going to be fun. She gave him a mysterious smile as she turned to guide him into her bedroom. He did not resist but only raised a dark questioning eyebrow. His eyes were drinking her in, and she was enjoying her power over him.

Her bedroom was lit by the soft glow of several lanterns and the moonlight through the curtains. The bed itself took up most of the small room. It appeared soft and inviting. Ophelia guided Snape to the bed and pushed him to a sitting position with a wicked grin.

"You best not be teasing me, Miss Dyson," he growled in a tone that would have been terrifying in any other context.

"I wouldn't dream of it," she whispered leaning in close. The sexual tension was thick enough to slash with a sword. His eyes were fixed on her, filled with anticipation, desire, and even a little fear. She had to hold herself back from pouncing to take him that instant. She knew that extending the pleasure would be that much more exquisite for both of them.

"Now relax." She stepped so that her body was between his thighs and reached out a hand to caress his cheek gently. Then she ran her hand through his hair. It was much softer that she had expected. She leaned in to brush her lips softly against his. She glanced up at him, and she felt his body jerk tensely as she kissed him deeper. She placed one hand on his chest, and she could feel his heart racing as was her own. She parted his lips with her tongue, and she sensed the tension ease from him as he responded to her. His lips parted, and he tasted wonderful. She inhaled his scent deeply.

Finally, Snape brought a hand to her hip, and her body shivered at his touch. The other hand soon followed. She continued to lean into him until he leaned back onto the bed. She positioned herself above her now captive lover by straddling his thighs. She could feel his arousal through his robes. She broke the kiss then as he panted, eyes wide, staring into hers. She grabbed his hands from her hips and placed them on the soft flesh of her breasts, and she moaned softly as his fingers began to explore her.

She kissed him again, this time with greater force, as she rubbed against his body. "May I undress you, Sir?" She asked coyly hoping he would appreciate the humor in the question as she remembered the last time it had been asked.

He nodded, and a slight smile appeared across his face as he continued to massage her sensitive breasts. She reached between them and began to loosen his robes one button at a time. Her suspicions on his lack of experience were slowly being confirmed. She could sense it in his awkward movements, and it made her want him even more. She reveled in the thought of being the first woman to accept him in to her body. It was possibly the most intimate moment two people could share. She briefly wondered if the closed off, guarded professor would even allow her to cross that line.

Soon she had managed to free him from his robes, and she pulled him into a sitting position as she stood again between his thighs. His fierce, dark eyes seemed overwhelmed as he gazed at her. She pulled his shirt over his head and reached for the buttons of her own robes. She made quick work of them and the garments fell to the floor to reveal her brown leggings and matching camisole.

He may have been lacking in experience, but he knew exactly what to say to her at that most vulnerable moment. "Gods, you are lovely," he said in a low silky voice that made her body ache with need as he reached for her hips. "May I see more?" He tugged at the camisole, and Ophelia happily discarded it surprised by the lack of the usual sarcasm in his voice.

He gasped, and she began to wiggle herself free from the leggings. She then stood before him in only her silky blue panties that matched the color of her eyes. She almost laughed at the gawking look on the professor's face.

His eyes were wide as he took in the sight before him. One hand again hesitantly reached for her waist and pulled her closer, as the other stroked gently across her abdomen then up onto her breast. He gently squeezed each breast and then traced a path across her collar bone and back down her side to her hips, his lustful, curious gaze following his hands.

Ophelia smiled as she watched. He touched her as though she was fragile. She never would have guessed the most frightening professor at Hogwarts was the same man that was now stroking her curves with trembling hands. She placed a hand on his shoulder and played with his hair as he explored her body. He looked up at her then as rested both hands on her hips, thumbs stroking the soft fabric of her panties. He leaned in and kissed her on the abdomen softly; pulling away, he looked at her again.

She pulled him to his feet and reached for his pants. Seconds later they were around his ankles and she smiled up at him as she reached between them to feel his erection. She smiled wickedly as he jumped at her touch with a soft gasp. She leaned into him and blew softly on his earlobe before taking it into her mouth. She sucked on it gently and then nibbled it as her hands wrapped around his swollen shaft and teasingly stroked up and back down.

Soon his hips began to move in opposition as he ground against her body. She kissed him again. He responded by wrapping his fingers into her hair and pulling her closer as he kissed her back. This time he allowed his tongue to probe her mouth softly, curiously. She pressed her breasts against his chest as her hands kept working between their thighs. She enjoyed the feeling of his strong, nimble fingers caressing her scalp, tangling her hair as their tongues danced fiercely.

Finally, she pulled away for need of air. His eyes burned with desire as he panted, his hands holding her shoulders. She licked her lips and gave him another wicked smile as she began to kiss and nip along his jaw line and down his neck. She continued onto his chest as she explored his nipples with one hand leaving the other firmly wrapped around his shaft. His grip on her shoulders tightened as she continued her descent down his chest, nipping at his flank and then travelling down his abdomen.

Ophelia dropped to her knees, Snape's hands still on her shoulders. She looked up at him, his eyes were wide, and one eyebrow was cocked questioningly. She licked her lips again as her hands reached around his body. She pulled down the professor's black boxers laughing to herself, would have pegged him for briefs…much more practical.

Once she had freed his body from all garments, she leaned forward and took his erection into her mouth. His entire body tensed under her hands and she heard him grunt. She paused and looked up at him again. "Relax… Trust me," she said in a soft, raspy voice. Her fingertips massaged his buttocks until she felt him relax slightly as he took a deep breath. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

He was looking down at her, fingers in her hair again. This time he seemed more comfortable as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue teased the sensitive flesh, and she felt him squirm slightly. She began gently sucking him as she glanced back up. His eyes were closed and his breathing increased its rate. She skillfully continued her ministrations to his member as her fingers continued a forceful massage of his muscular behind. She was confident in the skills of her tongue even if it had been years since she had practiced such skills. She increased her force and pace slowly until she felt his squirms synchronize with her movements. His fingers tensed against her scalp as he whimpered slightly.

Ophelia loved every moment. It was sweet torture to be so turned on. She ached to just take him inside of her but knew denying herself would be worth it in the end. She was lost in the moment, his smell, his taste, the sounds of his soft moans, the fingertips massaging her scalp.

She looked up at him again as she moved one hand to tease his scrotum. His face was twisted in pleasure. She moved her other hand to draw soft circles across his abdomen and then joined it with the efforts of her mouth along his shaft.

He glanced down at her and their eyes met. So many emotions glowed in the dark stare; pleasure, confusion, anticipation, anxiety, need…"Oh Merlin!" He gasped and closed his eyes tightly as he thrust suddenly against her, his fingers digging into her hair. Ophelia pulled him closer as she felt him climax.

His knees gave way and he collapsed upon the bed. She followed, crawling up his body to lie beside his panting form. Snape turned to look at her, a look of satisfaction on his features.

"You are most welcome," she smiled at him and placed a hand on his chest. He nodded and took her hand in his as he closed his eyes again. She leaned into him and took his bottom lip into her mouth sucking and nipping gently. She smiled as she felt him wrap one arm around her waist and reach the other to her breast. His actions were more confident as he allowed himself to experiment with different touches and motions, his eyes locked onto her as if to judge her reactions.

"Mmmm," She purred as she continued to kiss him. "Don't stop." She felt him tense beneath her as his movements intensified. She then took his hand and guided it between her thighs. He paused for a moment before letting his fingers caress her sensitive flesh. She shivered in pleasure as he continued to runs his fingers back and forth. She moaned softly each time he would rub against her aching nub until he caught her hints and focused his efforts there as she squirmed. Then she felt him tentatively dip a finger inside of her.

"Mmm, yes - that's it," she whispered in his ear as she pressed her body into his palm. His eyes watched hers and she was sure he knew she was enjoying his actions. She felt another finger slip into her as he pressed a little deeper and moved faster. Soon his fingers were bringing her to her own climax. Mmmm, a quick learner… She let out a soft moan against his ear as she gripped him close and her body shuddered.

"Yesss, thank you…" She purred and then opened her eyes to find him still staring at her. She reached a hand down between their bodies and smiled as she found that he had recovered from her previous treatment. She locked eyes with Snape as she straddled his hips.

Without breaking eye contact, she rubbed herself against his erection several times and then slowly lowered herself onto his body. The look in his eyes as she felt him slip inside of her for the first time was the final piece of evidence of his virginity, and it was possibly the most sensual sight she had seen in her mere twenty-three years of existence.

He moaned softly. It was almost as though she could see his mind go blank and suddenly focus only on what was happening to his body. She ground her hips gently against his body and then pulled away from him slowly as she leaned in to kiss him. As she pushed against him a second time he grabbed her by the hips and ran his hands down her thighs.

Then they both moaned as she continued her rhythmic thrusts. Her body tingled with pleasure and her mind glowed with the thoughts of the feelings her partner must be experiencing. She hoped that this moment had exceeded any expectations that he may have had. She wished vainly to be unforgettable.

Moments later, she felt his body start to tense beneath her and she knew he was nearing another climax. Suddenly, he gripped her hips tightly, stopping her movements. A wicked smile crossed his lips, "not quite yet…" he whispered as he flipped their bodies over.

Snape quickly found his way back inside her and she cried out in pleasure as he moved above her, taking her, claiming her. His eyes burned into her and she cried out again as his motions became more insistent and controlling. She ran her fingers across the lean muscles of his chest and then wrapped her hands around to his back and dragged them down to his buttocks and squeezed. He groaned then and she knew he was struggling to hold on a few moments longer as she dug her nails into the soft flesh and nipped at his earlobe and neck.

Then she felt an intense wave of pleasure taking her under. She felt her body tensing as it begged for more. He must have felt it too because he pulled her closer and quickened his pace as they both crashed onto the peak of pleasure together with cries of passion and then collapsed side by side onto the mattress breathing deeply. Ophelia's head was spinning.

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Snape lay beside the now dozing girl curled up against his body, eyes wide as he stared at the ceiling. One hand was idly stroking her shoulder as his mind attempted to form coherent thoughts. She had been everything he could have wanted and more. Her body was amazing. Physically, he was exhausted and yet his recent experience left him craving more. It had energized something deep within him; a part of him he did not understand.

He looked over at Ophelia as a wave of guilt swept over him. How had he allowed this to happen? He had no doubt that she would soon regret what had transpired between them. More importantly, how had he let his self-control falter? A few moments of pleasure had undone a life-time of strict discipline. He sighed. His whole being tingled with insecurity, and he despised the feeling.

Ophelia opened her eyes and leaned onto her elbow looking into his eyes. "Get some rest." She smiled, but then her features took on a more serious appearance. "What's the matter?"

He shook his head but said nothing. He did not know how to speak with her now. His usual judgmental, distant approach to interaction refused to surface as he struggled for an appropriate response.

"Okay, fine. But please tell me if I have offended you in any way"

"Very few things are capable of offending me, Miss Dyson. I assure you that you currently are not among that list. I do, however, find your recent behavior difficult to comprehend."

"You mean you want to know why I came on to you?"

He nodded and raised an eyebrow.

"It is not all that complicated. I enjoy sex, and I have been quite deprived of it as of late. I was hoping you would be willing to help me out." She smiled mysteriously.

Snape almost choked on her bluntness. "It shows…" he finally replied.

She gave him yet another wicked smile. "Are you complaining, Sir?" She teased.

"No…"

"Good. What else is on your mind?" Her eyes were piercing but full of compassion. There was a long silence.

"Was it," He paused as he searched for appropriate words. "As you expected?" He finally asked softly. He was aching to know if he had pleased her the same way she had pleased him and if she had detected his secret.

"I thoroughly enjoyed myself, yes." Her fingers stroked his abdomen in soft circles. "Did you have your doubts?"

Again he said nothing, but his eyes must have revealed his new-found insecurity.

"Relax, Professor. You are a natural, and I would be thrilled for an encore performance at any time. I am quite satisfied" She licked her lips seductively as her bare leg slid across his naked body.

"Was it that apparent?" He almost cringed at the thought of what she must be thinking. He stroked the soft flesh of her thigh. Such a beautiful and obviously experienced woman claiming the virginity of her former professor whom was much her senior was a disturbing concept. He was awed by her level of comfort and maturity over a subject so foreign to him. Still, he could hardly believe that he had allowed his former student to break down his walls like this. Can't take it back now…

"Your secret is safe with me." She smiled. "In fact I thank you for the honor, and I only hope I have not soured the entire concept for you." She said softly.

He was relieved. She had managed to quell his fears in a surprisingly simple and straightforward manner and did not probe him for information about why things were as they were. He growled at her as he flipped over her, pinning her to the soft mattress. "On the contrary, Miss Dyson." He grunted as he pushed inside of her again lust filling his eyes.

She gasped. "Oh my," she teased as her legs wrapped around his waist. "I've created a monster…"

He smiled then and let her infectious energy wash over him as he once again enjoyed the sensations from her body. While their bodies were joined, the dark haired beauty below him was the only thing on his mind. Perhaps Fate was not his enemy after all…

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