Chapter Seventeen
Snape looked down into green eyes and felt the look of horror and hurt that where there.
"He's just a little boy, Severus." She repeated.
But Snape didn't hear what she said after that, he just stood there and watched as the green eyes and reddish hair turned back to grey eyes and long blond hair, painfully slow. It was the look of confusion that made him blink and the image was gone.
Abby was looking at him as if he were doing something strange. Snape's heart was racing, for some reason he felt embarrassed and on the verge of throwing punches on something. The disappointed look on Abby's face earlier was not one he wanted her to look at him through again; he had seen it to many times. He couldn't handle it from her – didn't want her to be disappointed at him, not Abby.
He turned and headed for the front door.
Abby sat on the floor and watched after Severus until he was out of sight. Only when she heard the front door slam did she let out her breath and turn back to the boy. She didn't like the way Severus had just looked at her – as if she were someone else, as if she were someone he didn't want to see. His eyes had looked so haunted.
She met the pale blue eyes of the little boy, he still looked frightened, but he had stopped crying. She dried his tears with an end of the blanket.
"Sorry." He said.
"About what?" she asked.
"Will he be mad at you now? I didn't mean for him to get mad at you. I know he is mad with me but I couldn't stand it if-"
"No," she stopped his rambling, "He's not mad at me or you. I'm pretty sure he is mad at himself." Abby watched him for a second, "What's your name?"
"Zachary." His eyes were still wide but he tried a soft smile for her.
Abby didn't know how to start; there was too much going on. What was she supposed to do with him? Where was he from? Why was he here?
"Why are you here?" she asked.
He flinched. She was about to consol him but he answered her before she could. "I had no where else to go. I was walking through the woods over there," and he pointed out the window, "And I smelt you and when you didn't hurt me I just…I just didn't want to leave. I was happy here."
She could tell he was about to cry again and she didn't want him to so she hugged him again. "It's okay, I'm not mad. It's okay that you wanted to stay." She thought about the questions she wanted to ask him but realized that even if he answered a few of them it would be easier to understand with Severus there.
"Now, we do have a lot to talk about okay?" she looked down at him with a soft smile as he nodded halfheartedly. "You look tired, how about you go upstairs into the guestroom and we'll talk about it tomorrow." He nodded and they slowly got up.
She walked him to the stairs and realized that he had been living with her for the past few months, "Well, you know where it is don't you?"
He smiled and nodded, "See you in the morning ma'am."
"You can call me Abby."
Abby walked into Snape's house a little drenched, she had knocked for about ten minutes and decided it was fruitless so she just opened the door and walked in. It was still dark and dusty, looking as though no one lived in it. She had looked in the kitchen and living room and thought that Severus might then be upstairs. She walked slowly up the creaky steps, not knowing why she was creeping up them but it just made more sense to rather than skip up the stairs. She saw a short corridor with two doors leading into probably bedrooms separated by a very narrow corridor of book shelves.
She stepped into the room farthest from the stairs and only saw storage. Everything was covered by a sheet that could have been made in prints and colors but this wouldn't be known since the sheets were covered in layers of dust and connected by spider webs. Abby felt a shiver run down her spine.
Abby closed the door and walked to the second door. It creaked as she opened it and she stepped inside. This room was the cleanest in the house. There was a small bed on the far side with an old side table holding nothing on it. There was also a wardrobe standing idly by the wall opposite the window. And a small book shelve was holding some very old looking books and old looking paper with what looked like feathers on top of them. The furniture was all made out of dark wood. There was no character in the room, nothing that made it feel like someone had ever been in it, besides for the books and feathers. But it must be Severus' room.
She remembered how he had said that this was the first time he had been back here in many years. Could his life here have been that bad that he refused to come back? Why did he come back now? What would her life be like if he never had been here when she came back home those few weeks ago. Zachary would have still been here, and she would have still received that letter from her cousin. She would still have found out about magic and his world. But would she have taken it the same way if he hadn't been here with her?
Abby had reached his bed and sat down on it. It was a bit hard for her tastes but it wasn't uncomfortable. It didn't seem to match the wardrobe or the bedside desk, which where smaller, as if for a child.
Abby couldn't even imagine what his childhood was like. She wanted to know but she didn't want to pity him, mainly because she knew he wouldn't want her to. He might not even tell her anyway, but he did tell her many things she thought he wouldn't.
Abby found that her eyes were closed and she opened them to find the ceiling above her. She turned her head into his pillow and breathed in his unique sent. It wasn't cologne or a sweet smell but it was wild, spicy and had substance. It made her stomach clench, like when it would if she were really hungry and smelt food. She stared at the ceiling again and tried to imagine Severus as a child, lying here just staring at the roof, because it didn't look like there was much else to do in here. Then she imagined him now, on the nights when he wasn't with her, just lying here staring at the ceiling. What would he think about? What were the happiest thoughts he had ever thought in here, what were the worst? Had he ever been in here with anyone but himself? Had he ever done something amazing or fun in here? Had he ever thought of her as he lay here?
She sighed and closed her eyes again.
Snape opened the door to his room and found Abby lying on his bed. The sight was disturbing yet beautiful. The room was dark and plain, yet there she was bright and elaborate giving the cold room a sense of warmth and comfort. He stood there with his had still on the doorknob and watched her. Her blond hair spilled over his pillow and her hand hung off the small bed slightly. She was asleep; her chest rose and fell softly and evenly. Her light breathing he couldn't hear until he had reached the bed. He didn't remember moving.
He watched her eyes move behind her eyelids and smiled as she frowned in her sleep. He didn't know how long he stood there.
After a while her eyes started to flicker and she opened them to look up at him. She hadn't looked scared, or surprised, it was if she had known he was there. She smiled softly, but it wasn't her happiest smile. There was something there, just behind her eyes, some raw emotion which he couldn't read. He watched as she scooted away from him towards the wall and he lay down next to her. Before he was even on the bed she had her arms wrapped around him. He wrapped his own around her as she buried her face in the crook of his neck and inhaled his skin.
He didn't know what to make of this. It was an act shared between lovers after a long day away from each other. He had never felt such a thing. Did she think that they were lovers? Are they lovers? Why was she here in his room waiting for him? Had she come to tell him she hated him but changed her mind? Had she come in hopes of just holding onto him?
"Where'd you go?" she whispered against his skin.
"Nowhere in particular, just for a walk." He stroked his fingers through her long wavy hair.
"Next time wait for me, I would have come." She said it dreamily and he wondered if she was still asleep.
"I thought you were mad at me." He pointed out.
He felt her lips move on the skin of his neck and wondered if she was smiling.
"Not really." She gave a deep sigh and her hands tightened their hold on his shirt behind his back, "Just a little." As she said it she inched closer to him, pressing her body tight against his. Her legs were sliding over his, her stomach was against his and her chest pressed against his then away and then back against his as she breathed deeply. Yet there wasn't any sexual urgency, she just wanted to touch him, feel him near her, next to her, touching her.
He felt his body come to life but didn't make any advances. Would she know he desired her, does she feel him hard against her? He had the urge to ask her, so he asked, "How's the boy?"
Abby dragged her nails down his back and then lifted the hem of his shirt to run her hands underneath it to touch the bare skin of his back, "He's fine. He is sleeping in the guestroom. I did tell him we had a lot of questions for him in the morning though."
"Oh," he said not knowing what he was responding to. Her hands were kneading his back now, the firm rubbing and grabbing making his breathing a bit more ragged.
"Your so tense." She said and sat up.
He looked up at her with an annoyed stance as she withdrew her hands from his shirt.
"How about I give you a back rub?"
"If you wanted to get in my pants all you had to do was…do." He smiled.
"Pig." But she was smiling to. She forced him out of his shirt and onto his stomach.
Snape nearly groaned as he felt the pleasant weight of her on his backside and her smooth legs on either side of his thighs. "I wish I had some oils or something." He heard her say as she ran the palms of her hands up his back. He ran his hand slowly down her leg and felt Goosebumps rise on her skin and her calf muscle tightened under his touch. He reveled in the way she reacted to him for a moment then pulled his wand out of his pants pocket and waved it near the table. He placed the wand on it and pulled open a drawer, took out a small flask and handed it to her.
Abby took the little bottle and opened it, it let out a soft smell of some sort of spice and…sex. "I don't think I'll ask what you have this for." she said jokingly.
"Ask and I shall tell." He said through a smile. He closed his eyes as he felt the liquid drop onto his skin.
Abby dotted the clear liquid down the valley of his spine and watched it run down his skin. She placed the little bottle on the night stand, which had her leaning over Severus back. Quietly she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her breasts bare and her nipples tightened at the thought that he didn't know she was like this behind him.
Snape's body stiffened as he felt Abby's soft hand touch his back and then it was lifted away. He heard what sounded like her rubbing her hands together. He heard her soft intake of breath.
"It's getting hotter." Just what she said made his body harden even more.
"I made it for that purpose." He didn't tell her that he hadn't initially made it with something like this in mind.
"Wow, you made it?"
He nodded but he didn't know if she saw and didn't care as he felt her moist heated hands touch his skin again. She started at his shoulders, rubbing hard with her fingers and thumb, and her palms and base of hand. He heard muscles pop and felt her rubbing a bit lower. It continued for a while, he didn't know how long because it felt so good to feel her rough smooth touch working at his muscles. Here and there she would stop to get more oil. She massaged his shoulders and back and even his sides until there wasn't a single tense muscle left in him. He did however have a very stiff one.
His breathing was becoming more raged and Abby had started to slowly grind herself into his lower back and backside. He felt her weight lift from his backside then felt the distinct soft round press of her breasts on his back between his shoulder blades. His breath caught and he felt her breath fan his hair. He reached back for her but she was too quick.
Abby sat back down on Severus when he was fully turned beneath her. Now she was straddling his hips and smearing her oil slick hands over his stomach and chest. His eyes were dark but alive with desire – desire for her and she reveled in it. She gave a little cry as his hand shot out and grabbed her by the nape of her neck to pull her down on top of him.
Severus swallowed Abby's laugh as he pressed his lips to her. He grabbed handfuls of her hair to keep her in place as he explored her mouth. She tasted sweet and addicting, the soft nips of her teeth on his tongue pulling on something tightly in his stomach, making him feel almost desperate for her.
This time he couldn't wait. He was about to reach for his wand out of habit but the spell already soared out of his mouth and suddenly there was nothing between him and Abby.
Abby felt Severus stiffen beneath her and she rubbed into him and stiffened herself as she realized they were skin to skin. She raised her head and looked at his face. He was smiling like a little kid being caught doing something naughty.
Severus smiled up at Abby. Then he felt a little pulse leave her and shudder through him. She was moist against him and she was still grinding on him. He wondered if she knew that she was.
Abby felt Severus' hand on her thighs working there way to her most sensitive spot, as soon as they reached her, her eyes rolled shut and she panted a little. After a few strokes of his thumb she couldn't have anymore she was on the edge and wasn't ready to fall yet.
"I'm ready Severus." He was looking at her through narrowed eyes he seemed to be fighting himself. But he kept stroking her. She tried to shift away from him but his other arm was almost around her waist pinning her to the spot. "Oh," she sighed. Her muscles were clamping, her thights and stomach muscles trembling. She couldn't help the raw moan escaping from her lips. Finally she let go, not fighting him but holding onto him, arching her back and whispering his name.
She had her eyes closed and her breathing was rapid. She could feel Severus' manhood straining hard and heavy underneath her. She could hear his ragged breathing and slowly looked down at him.
Snape looked up into her eyes and was entranced by the expression of pure pleasure on her face. She was even more moist against him now, and he was pleased that he could give her such immense pleasure. But he couldn't wait any longer. "Ready?" he asked hoarsely.
She didn't smile this time just nodded down at him with such a sensuous look in her eyes that he was drowning in it. He watched, almost in slow motion as she lowered her hand down her body, dragging it against her nipples and stomach to wrap around his throbbing member. Her grip was firm but still smooth from the oils. His breathing had slowed as she lifted him and eased herself over him, in a painfully slow movement.
Severus felt her slide over him and suddenly everything sped back up to a normal pace and he felt himself inside of her to the hilt. She sat there for a second just leaning over him with her hands splayed across his chest and breathing hard. Then she began the slow movement of pushing against him, back and forth.
Abby heard Severus grunt and became more confident in her movements. She started grinding harder and lifting herself off of him then setting herself back down. His hands which were on either side of her hips bit into skin and he sat up with her still in his arms so that they were face to face. Staring into his pleased eyes she slowed her pace to something more then sex, something more intimate.
Severus leaning in and pressed sweet adoring kisses against her lips until they opened a slight bit then slipped his tongue inside to slowly explore her all over again. Abby leaned back and grabbed handfuls of the sheets as her body wound up again.
Snape used his arms to pump her more fully against him, urging her pace to quicken as he got tighter and tighter inside of her. They came apart in each others arms neither knowing that they had made love for the first time that night.