Severus lay on Harry for a long time, panting heavily. After a while, his breathing slowed to match Harry's and he stayed in position just to feel his heart beating. Harry enjoyed the heavy weight of Severus lying on him. It was comfortable and warm, oddly enough. A little bit longer and he stood up and pulled out of his new lover. He was sticky and sweaty, so he wordlessly used a cleaning spell on himself and Harry, pulling Harry to his feet to better clean him off. Releasing his hand, Snape stooped and layed down on the cool, smooth stone to calm his exhausted muscles. He patted the floor beside him and closed his eyes, murmuring, "How was that?"
Harry chuckled breathlessly, and lied next to Severus, being as close as he could without making things weird. Smiling, Harry murmured, "Better than I imagined." It was more than a little awkward to be lying next to Severus like this. Not that it was on the floor, but he wasn't a fool; he knew what this was. It wasn't the start of anything. It was just a one and done. Still, Severus was oddly considerate for a one night stand. Maybe he wanted- No. Harry refused to think that Severus would want more because there was no way that it would happen. Nothing had changed except they both knew what having sex with the other was like. No matter how much Harry wanted more, he wasn't foolish enough to realistically hope for it. "Was it good for you?" He asked softly.
Severus stared at the ceiling for a long while, trying to form his response. He desperately wanted more of Harry, not just sexually, but to have an emotional attachment that meant something. But he didn't want to frighten him by getting too intense, being unsure of what Harry was thinking. Sure he'd had one night stands before, sometimes with disappointing sex, other times with incredible partners; however it had never meant anything. This time felt different. There was a definite connection, or at least Severus had felt it anyways.
Harry waited for the response for what felt like an eternity, trying not to feel hurt that Severus seemed to be more interested in the ceiling than him. Well, that answered that. It sucked and Severus was disappointed. That was... it was fine. No, it was just about what he expected. Not what he hoped for, sure, but it wasn't like he fooled himself into believing that it was good. Harry wasn't a virgin, but he didn't have many partners and only once had a one night stand. He was a serial monogamist, though his relationships didn't last long as most were just interested in his fame. That was what made Severus so different. The man didn't give two craps about his fame or what came with it. He just wanted Harry for Harry, even if it was just for sex.
Severus rolled over and propped his head on one hand. He paused still, the words on his tongue. "It was much needed... And also, not enough." He glanced over to look into Harry's green eyes, wondering if he had gone too far.
Harry paused, unsure he heard right. What did the man mean by it not being enough? So... he wanted to do this again? What was that? Friends with benefits, right? Harry was sure that was what it was called. Could he be happy with just sex? He didn't want just sex, he wanted to be with Severus. He smiled warmly at Severus, an open invitation. "What do you mean?" He asked, wanting to make sure he had this right. Severus was a very private man, so Harry knew that he could very well just not answer.
Severus rolled onto his back again and studied the ceiling some more, contemplating his answer. The words danced on his tongue, making him want to say something harsh, but as it was Harry didn't believe that he wanted something serious. Of course he did! But that was to be expected, seeing as how he treated Harry during school - distant and cruel. He sighed and played with his hands, still unsure.
Looking down, he studied Harry's hand, lying by his side, palm up. He traced the creases and bends of the slender fingers with his eyes, eventually reaching over a tentative hand to intertwine their fingers. He looked at their interlocked hands for a moment more, before looking at Harry again and giving the faintest of smiles, trying to put as much warmth behind the small gesture as possible.
Harry almost jumped when he felt the other man grab his hand gently. His eyes bolted to their intertwining hands, oddly confused by the gesture. It was almost like he hadn't been expecting it. In all honesty, he hadn't. Maybe a few scathing remarks about being bad at sex or, worse, just silent indifference. He squeezed the hand in his own gently, looking up and smiling at the man, His heart skipped a beat when he saw the small, warm smile. It was so soft that Harry almost missed it, but it was there to be sure. His own smile grew in response, hope making his heart race.