-=Bethany is mine, and that's about it, the rest of characters are Jo's.=-
A Different Kind of Girl
Below the Surface
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Quite a return to her Hogwarts' days. Laying in bed with the lights out talking, making confessions and teasing each other. Except that Snape, and Bethany exchange kisses and languorous embraces.
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Bethany held herself on a short leash, since she hadn't been entirely sure if she could fill the bill. Through the nightly hours they curled around one another, exchange small exploratory caresses. Their naked skin pressed together generating glorious warmth.
As the sunlight penetrated the filmy curtains, Severus watched her snore open mouthed, laughing to himself. She was a mess. Hair snarled and disordered, Bethany's limbs flung out in all directions. She was certainly a mess. She shifted in her sleep, he was forced to admit that she was also soft and luminous in the half-light. His mouth teased hers, artfully suggesting that they partake in activities other than sleeping. It was tough for Snape to lay on his hip, brushing his eager arousal against her without diving straight in. Bethany as it transpired was a deep sleeper. This problem may require more attention. Taking advantage of her sprawled limbs. Resting between her legs Snape indulged in a slice heaven.
The warmth surrounded her in the early morning, Mind not fully active, registered a certain stirring of sexual arousal. No surprise there. Mind sharpening she registered Snape's creative manoeuvres. Half heartedly, "hey, you should really stop that." But the little moan gave her away to a smirking Severus. Bethany gripped the sheets in her fists to alleviate the sensation of falling. Severus finished her off with his fingers so that he could appreciate her response. Her arched back would have made a beautiful French Curve, Bethany's gritted teeth against the intensity. She is probably worth the risk.
As soon as her mind sufficiently cleared, Bethany tackled Snape, kissed him madly. "You evil genius, you! Don't ever do that again. Actually, forget I said that last bit. Helluva alarm clock you make." Reaching over to the nightstand for her wand, she tapped the thin wood tip against her lip. "You are all mine. As such, I'm wondering when I get to kidnap you and take you to a far away land?"
"Far be it, for me to stop you from whisking me off. Since as you say, I'm yours." Something in her body language told him that she was his, but afraid to say so. "Bethany, you are mine. I am a strong man, strong willed and fierce. It's worth mentioning that; I'm not your ex. I am not a saint, and I never will be. When a decision has to be made I try to make the right one. As a compromise how about this; I get you for a week with the option to renew?"
"That's a really good idea, that doesn't feel so daunting." Sealing their pact with a kiss.
AN/This chapter gave me some trouble, so if it's not up to par, then you know why.