DISCLAIMER: My apologies to JKR. I'm so sorry.

Timeline: HBP compliant, beyond that is mine.

Rating: Mature warning is in effect. You have been warned, no complaints.

A/N: There is no redeeming plot value in this chapter, just pure smut. I would say if you don't like that sort of thing, don't read, but you know what this was going to be going into it. Yeah, time for a cold shower.

Severus.

His pulse began to race as Severus turned and caught a glimpse of her legs from under the towel. He really did like her legs. They were long and shapely, muscular from running the track at Oxford. Even though her skin was pale as most European's were this time of year, she had a warm complexion, with a hint of freckles along her flesh. There was something in the back of his mind that reminded him that her father had once had red hair.

"I need to reapply the salve. The bath water will have rinsed it off." It was a ploy, the salve would have been fine, it was specifically designed to remain on the skin even after bathing.

"Then why didn't you wait until after I was done in the bath?" He could hear the accusation in her voice.

An almost evil smile spread across his lips, but instead of answering the question, he simply shrugged. "Up on the bed," he said, and it wasn't a request.

Turning her back to him again, she re-wrapped her towel so it was under her arms, leaving her wounded shoulder uncovered. He was slightly disappointed she didn't just discard the towel all together. But if she wanted to draw it out, he was willing to be patient. Following his instructions, she made her way to the bed and turned her back to it, to attempt to jump up on her bed without losing her towel.

Severus was right there. He could have waited for her to jump up on her own, almost guaranteeing she would lose the towel in the process, but this was fun. The last time he had taken a woman to bed, there was no foreplay, no tension building. There was a shared need for release and that was it. With Aurelia, there was attraction, respect and the knowledge that even after the deed was done, they would still have to see each other.

He placed the jar on the bed beside her, put his hands on either side of her waist and lifted her onto the edge of the bed. He knew very well she would be able to feel his emotions, lust, arousal, and an overwhelming desire to touch her. The way her cheeks reddened, he knew she was willing to accept those emotions. He pushed her knees apart slightly, still allowing her modesty and dug two fingers into the jar.

Once again the lavender smell permeated the room. He moved closer to her, and she spread her legs even further apart. If it wasn't for him in front of her, she would no longer be modest. His lips twitched without actually pulling into a smile when he noticed her hands shaking as she grasped his shoulders.

He brushed his finger tips over the now healing spot on her shoulder. Again massaged the salve into her skin, except this time his gaze never left hers. He knew how open he was leaving himself, but he didn't care. At that moment, he wanted her, and he wanted her to know it.

His fingers finally dipped below the edge of the towel and her back arched into his touch. Excruciatingly slow, he hooked the edge of the fabric with one finger and pulled down.

"Wait," she said, putting her hand over his and she looked a little dizzy.

She closed her eyes for the briefest moment, making the decision. When she reopened her eyes, her hands were on his shirt. He watched her fingers gain confidence as he let her undo every button without distraction. When she got to his pants, she hesitated. He tried to make a sound of encouragement, but somehow it got lost in his throat and came out only as a heavy breath, but it was enough. She took a deep breath of her own and unbuttoned those as well leaving the fabric open but still over his hips.

She ran her hands over his bare chest and up to his shoulders. His eyes shut on their own accord and he took a ragged breath. He had forgotten what that felt like. Why did he wait so long before engaging in acts like this with a woman? Because finding someone willing to bed him without a fee wasn't easy. His options at Hogwarts were revolting. The only professor even remotely interesting was shooting for the other team. Not that Hooch would be interested in a greasy old git like himself even if she wasn't off chasing skirts.

Aurelia pushed his shirt off his shoulders and it fell to the ground. He wouldn't even question the motives of the beauty in front of him now, he was just going to use it, and maybe even abuse it.

He pushed back the self degrading thoughts and took charge once again. He only pulled at the towel a little and it opened for him. The cool air hit her overheated skin and gooseflesh rose over her entire body. His eyes couldn't help but take in the response of her nipples as they quickly puckered and hardened to a peak. She was such a reactive little thing.

She was magnificent. Even better looking without clothing. She was well toned, with just the right curves at her stomach, hips and thighs. Her skin was flawed, marked with a smattering of scars from her right hip over her stomach and thigh, and each mark stood out just lighter than the rest of her skin. For a brief moment he wondered if the scarring was on her backside as well. He had always been more of a hind end appreciator than breasts, but his fingers twitched with the need to touch hers.

Taking her eyes once again, he ran his fingers across her collar bones, dipping into the supsternal notch and over to her good shoulder, making a specific point to not let himself dip any lower.

He stepped backwards and let his pants fall off his hips. He wasn't wearing any underwear and her eyes widened when she realized it. He knew he wasn't good looking. His skin was far from healthy, almost never seeing the sun, always tucked away in the dungeons in billowing robes. He wasn't that muscular, perhaps a bit thin, but he was at least properly endowed, and he knew that counted for something. But she was looking at him like she wanted to take him as a meal. He actually shivered at that thought.

Her eyes drifted down to his arm left arm and she licked her lips. His eyes followed hers, to see what she found so enticing. The Dark Mark. He grabbed the memory of the last time she had reacted that way to the Mark. It aroused her. It wouldn't have been the first time someone was aroused by the danger of being with a Death Eater, but he couldn't quite grasp why. Perhaps she was a bit of a masochist. Not that it bothered him, he knew he had a violent streak and would be more than willing to oblige.

He took a step toward her and his erection pressed up against her stomach and she groaned. At the sound, Severus pressed all of his fingers to her scull. He turned her head to one side and pulled her hair away from her neck. His lips pressed against the exposed flesh.

She moaned and she placed both hands on his chest and he moved her back, ever so slightly so she was off balance. One hand cradled her neck and the other on her hips so she knew she was at his will. His lips found their way to the front of her neck and up along her jaw.

Her fingers dug slightly into his pectoral muscles. He finally closed the distance so her hands were pressed between their bodies and he leaned on top of her. Her legs instantly wrapped around his waist and he could feel her heat and moisture press against his bare flesh. He was going to have to employ every ounce of control he had to get through this without just taking her quick and hard.

Aurelia.

His fingers were so long. She thought that to be a silly observation, except that at that moment, those long fingers were covering much of the flesh on her legs, hips, stomach and then rested on her ribs.

It infuriated her that his breathing was so steady and measured. She, on the other hand, was becoming light headed with all of the rapid breathing she was doing. She closed her eyes and rested the back of her scull on the mattress, trying to regain some semblance of order in her mind, but then those long fingers finally grasped her breasts and she lost all mental functions.

She turned herself over to the feelings he was eliciting from her and his own emotions that he was practically pouring into her subconscious. Her back arched into his touch and she dug her heels into the backs of his legs. She couldn't wait much longer or she was going to explode.

"Severus," it came out more as a plea than she wanted it to.

"Hmm?" he questioned, his voice muffled with the flesh of her breast to his mouth.

"I can't—" her sentence was cut off when he gently bit down on her nipple and she simply finished with a heady groan. His tongue lapped at the attacked flesh and she started the sentence again. "I can't wait much longer. I need you, please."

He looked up and his eyes rolled up in his head for the briefest moment and she was thrilled to see him fight for control. She would have to break that control in half, but not right now. Right now she just needed him in the worst way possible.

"Please," she repeated.

He moved quickly, pulling her to the middle of the bed. He shoved the pillows out of his way and they fell to the floor. With both hands he pinned her wrists to the mattress. And then he froze, his hair falling on either side of his face, his breath now coming in deep gulps. He was straddling her legs and there weren't a lot of movements she could execute.

He leaned down and kissed her. It was a slow sensual kiss, his lips moving across hers in a way that said he was going to take his time and enjoy every bit of her. And she responded in kind, she would let him. He shifted, never breaking the kiss, and settled between her legs, pushing her them apart with his knees.

"Keep your eyes open. I want to know what you're feeling."

She barely nodded before he entered her in one swift movement. She gasped and her eyes fell shut, concentrating on the feeling of him filling her.

"Aurelia!" he growled, not moving. She opened her eyes and was instantly lost in his onyx orbs. "I told you to keep your eyes open."

He whispered something in a language she didn't know and they were connected, mind to mind. She could feel everything he was feeling and knew that he could feel her as well. She wrapped her legs around him once more and felt him sink deeper inside of her. They both gasped at the shared felling. It was like she was both filling and being filled. She had never been connected with a lover like this before. It was amazing.

Finally he moved, pulling slowly out and then thrust forward, griping tighter on her wrists. She made a noise she didn't even recognize but made sure not to close her eyes, keeping his gaze. He thrust again and this time the sound came from him. She lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts and they picked up a solid rhythm. It wasn't long and she could feel the tension building in her stomach. No, it was him, not her. He was closer than she was.

She smiled. She owed him. She clenched her muscles and he grunted his approval. She struggled to release her hands but he gripped them harder, hitting both against the bed with a sharp thrust.

"You're mine," he ground out through clenched teeth.

She raised an eyebrow and bit her lip. "No, you are mine."

He curled his lip, baring his teeth in the same gesture. He looked like he was going to argue who belonged to whom when it happened. It wasn't like her climax where it built up slowly until she was pushed over the edge, this was a quick sharp feeling. A burst of energy. Then the feeling was gone and she realized he had been the one to break their connection. He was clenching his eyes closed and his nails dug into her wrists.

With one more thrust his body tensed and he let out an animal like growl. A half a moment later he collapsed on top of her.

His weight was comforting and in his moment of passion he had let go of her wrists. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling the locks out of his face. She kissed the back of his head and he finally moved.

Supporting his weight on his hands looked down at her. "You didn't …"

She smiled at him. "It's all right."

He frowned. "No, it's not."

He grabbed her right hip and arm and with a quick movement he flipped her around so she was lying on her stomach. She let out a short yelp then she couldn't make any more noise as he put all of his weight on her top of her. He grasped both of her wrists above her head with one hand and his other hand grasped her hips. He lifted his pelvis just enough to sneak his hand between her and the bed.

She felt his lips press against her ear and his oh so long fingers entered her roughly. He rubbed her the same way he had earlier that morning and her body was having the exact same response. He could have done this a million times a day and she didn't think it could ever get old. He was truly talented with his hands and with his weight on her person and his breath against her face it wasn't going to take much longer.

She felt that glorious tension building slowly. Then his hand froze and he pressed her pelvis down into his fingers with his own hips. He moved again, this time harder and she ground into his hand. Her breathing picked up and her entire body began to tingle. Twice more and her world exploded. Bright lights flashed before her eyes and it took her a moment to realize it was her own voice she had heard scream.

He let go of her hands and she turned her head to face him. He didn't roll off her, he just stared at her as little aftershocks of pleasure jolted through her body. Her eyes became heavy and she fought closing them. When exhaustion finally took over and she couldn't keep her eyes open, Severus rolled off of her, pulling her back into his chest.

"You're going to stay, right?" she whispered.

"Yes. I made a promise and I will keep it," he spoke into her hair. "Now sleep."

Severus.

Severus was dancing blissfully on the edge of consciousness. He knew that he had changed their entire relationship by their coupling and he knew how horrible a decision it was. This would not change what he would have to do, and she would hate him for it.

But the feel of her naked body on top of his was so delicious it even managed to drown out all of the self loathing he should be feeling.

Her hair was soft on his chest and under his chin. The swell of her breasts pressed against his stomach, her arm that lay directly on his manhood that would only take a slight movement to be fully erect once again. The smooth skin of her stomach that gave way to a more course patch of pubic hair that felt dizzyingly enticing on his thigh.

He took a deep breath through his nose. He could smell the shampoo he had worked through her hair, the strong lavender from the salve on her shoulder, and the unmistakable scent of a woman's post-coital juices.

He groaned softly, realizing that smell alone had caused him to yet again become fully erect.

What was this woman doing to him? He hadn't needed sex in years and once with her and he knew he could never have her enough to sate his new lust. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn't so damn arousing.

The groan turned into a growl and he wasn't even remotely bothered that it caused her to stir.

"Mmm, good morning." Her sleep graveled voice only did to solidify his need.

He took a deep breath, calming his nerves before he spoke. "Good morning." And for a brief moment he wondered if his voice had the same effect on her.

She lifted her head to look at him and in the process, left his erection completely untouched.

"What's wrong?" she asked to what he was sure was his own pained expression.

He lifted his hips every so slightly, and her surprised, "Oh," let him know he had gotten his point across.

"I want you."

She wrapped her warm hand over the length of him and he couldn't help the gasp that she elicited from him. "You should know already," and her voice was husky with arousal. "You. Have. Me." And each word was punctuated by a stroke of her hand. She kissed him full on, letting her tongue roam across his teeth and meet his own tongue.

She pulled away and laid kisses on his neck, shoulder, chest and stomach. Once her mouth found his hip, her hands left his body. Severus closed his eyes with a shuddering breath as she closed her mouth over him. He gripped the bed sheets with one hand and covered his eyes with the other. He knew that to look down at her he would lose the little composure he had at the moment. The heat of her mouth and the way her tongue ran along the underside of his member was almost too much.

"Gods, woman," he whispered, trying to fight the urge to thrust his hips.

He waited a few more glorious moments before he stopped her. It wasn't that he wanted her to stop, but he wanted something more. He wanted to be inside of her, and feel her body move beneath his. He wanted her to feel the same way he was at the moment. And he wanted to hear his name on her lips.

He drug her up his body by her shoulders to kiss her once more and then pulled her underneath him, pinning her to the bed. There was no preamble, no making sure she was ready, he just spread her legs with his knees and thrust into her. But dear Merlin, she was already so wet.

Her gasp of surprise turned into a moan of pleasure. He thrust twice and then lifted her legs above his shoulders, raising her hips with his hands.

"Oh, fuck!" she cursed in surprise.

He growled and thrust harder. "Say my name." She made a sound, but there were no actual words. "Say my name!" he demanded.

"Severus," she gasped, her breathing picking up in pace.

He thrust harder over and over.

"Again!"

"Severus!" she called in a combination of gasp and cry.

"Again!" he growled out.

"Severus, oh my God!" Her body tightened around his, crying out incoherently. Two more thrusts and he followed her, spilling his seed.

It took a moment to disentangle her from his body and he rolled over and collapsed on the bed. Their ragged breathing filled the otherwise quiet bedroom. There was no way any other morning could possibly top this.

He flung his arm over her body, groping for some purchase, then settled on tangling his fingers in her hair. She gingerly rolled over, draping an arm and leg over his sweaty body.

"Wow," she finally said, able to control her breathing enough to speak. "That was quick."

He flinched. Quick wasn't his intention. "My apologies."

"No," she said placing her hand on his chest. "I was right there with you." She sighed before a shiver over took her.

He lifted the blankets that were now shoved to the bottom of the bed, with his foot and pulled them up far enough that he could grab them without having to move. With little help from her, he maneuvered the blankets over both of their bodies, and was pleased when she snuggled in closer to him.

He couldn't help his smile at her contented sigh. "How's the shoulder?"

She chuckled into his chest. "Sore, but that's par for the course. I think I'm going to be aching for days because of you." He would have been worried had he not heard the smile in her voice.

"I will brew some more of the salve before I go," he paused when she whined. "But I won't be leaving until I get a bit of rest. And take you again in the shower. Perhaps twice."