Chapter 1

It was a fairly quiet night in the smokey goth club that I had decided to explore for the night. There were only a handful of people dancing on the floor, and a few bar flies hanging around the edges. I had thought the crowd would be a little larger, but maybe this was better. Easier to go unnoticed. I wandered up to the bar and ordered a vodka soda as I looked around. My eyes widened as I reached the end of the bar, and I managed to see someone I actually knew. His dark hair was covering most of his face, but I would recognize Severus Snape in any setting. As if sensing my eyes on him, he looked up at me meeting my grey eyes with his dark ones. I could see a smirk just barely play on his lips as I walked over to him.

"My, my," he said in a lightly teasing voice. "What would your dear cousin say if he saw you in a place like this, wearing a dress like that?" I rolled my eyes, even as the slit in my black revealed a little more thigh than was probably decent.

"Lucius does not control my every movement." I sipped my drink grimacing. It was definitely more soda than vodka. "As long as I don't bring a muggle home, I doubt he'd care what I'm doing. No one knows his American cousin, besides you."

"Fair enough. It's not exactly like he and I are on speaking terms anyway" He glared at his drink for a moment. "Not since the war ended" He had practically whispered the last part. I completely understood where he was coming from. The only reason Lucius and I spoke was because I needed somewhere to stay until I found a place in London and Draco. I didn't sit right with me, leaving a child in such a dark place. Luckily, Narcissa was a decent person and had a true love for her child. Severus looked up at me, meeting my eyes again. I could see a dull fire still smoldering behind them.

"I had wondered why I hadn't seen you skulking around the manor." I was enjoying teasing him a little. The few times I had met Severus when I had visited he was cold and distant, but generally good company. Comparatively anyway. I had once been saved by him when I had ducked into the library to avoid going to some ridiculous society luncheon with Narcissa. I was wearing an awful, matronly witch's dress (since it was the only one available in my size), and her stylist had straightened my hair (to make it look 'neat' instead of my natural, wild curls). I hid behind a bookshelf, and Snape had been sitting in an armchair reading. He looked me over and looked up as Narcissa's handmaiden came looking for her. The glare he gave her must have been one he reserved for his students because it had even sent a chill down my spine. "I never did thank you for that day in the library"

"Yes, well. I had already been disturbed by you, and I didn't want any more disturbances while I was trying to read" He swallowed the rest of his drink. "Besides, it wasn't fair of her to make you look like a mess just because she was jealous." I felt the warmth of a blush creep across my face.

"Do you want to go back to the guest house for a real drink?" I shocked myself with the invitation, but there it was. He looked me over and then back down for a moment, considering it. "They're on holiday until Tuesday." He snapped his head to me and nodded. He took my hand and led me out of the bar and down the alleyway next to it. I held on tight as he apparated us to just outside the Malfoy guest house.

"Are you sure about this?" He locked eyes with me.

"It's just a drink. What's the worst that could happen?" I opened the door and let him into the surprisingly modest cottage. It had once been home to a gardener, but Narcissa had thought to turn it into a cottage to hold overflow or long-term guests she happened to be entertaining. "I'll pour if you take care of the fire." He nodded as I went over to the drink cart, and poured him and me a drink. We settled in on the couch and just began talking. We talked for hours as the alcohol and the fire began to warm our bodies. Soon, the conversation flowed to an end, and our drinks sat abandoned on the coffee table. His dark eyes were burning into mine as I leaned in and kissed him softly. I pulled back and judged his face. I had heard from Narcissa that he had been a bit of a tomcat since the war, sleeping with just about any witch that would throw themselves at him. I didn't mind, especially since I wasn't living like a monk myself. Knowing Narcissa, he probably didn't sleep around nearly as much as she thought. Probably. A smirk was playing on his lips as he leaned in and kissed me more earnestly. I felt his hot tongue run along my bottom lip and I happily opened my mouth to him as I felt his hands snaking around my waist pulling me closer to him. We both pulled back breathless and he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

"Well, well, well", he said as his thumb traced along my jawline. "This is going to be fun." His dark eyes sparkled as he pushed me back onto the plush couch we were sitting on. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we went back to kissing, both of us fighting for dominance. I felt his thin, skilled hand sliding up my thigh and digging into my pale flesh, I was grinding my hips up into his and pulling him into me as hard as I could. It had been a while and it felt soooo good. Soon I felt his slender fingers cup my hot and needy pussy through my panties. He started grinding my clit with his palm as his fingers started to tease my folds. "God you're wet. Such a little slut" I moaned and gently yanked his earlobe with my teeth,

"It takes one to know one," I said as I ran my hand along the length of his surprisingly girthy cock. He was hard as steel as he groaned and used his other hand to pull mine back to his cock. I began stroking him, building a good rhythm, and relishing in the sounds of satisfaction he made. I nipped and kissed along his jawline and down his neck and shoulder. Where had his shirt gone? I ignored it and bit down on his shoulder then sucked the bite mark, soothing it with my tongue. He slowly stood up, and offered me his hand. I took it, and he pulled me to him roughly. He tangled his hand in my hair and gripped it just tight enough before crushing his lips to mine as we resumed our battle for dominance in the kiss and started moving toward the bedroom. He pushed me against the bedroom door and pinned my hand above my head with one hand, as the other tore my panties off of me. He pulled my dress up and cupped my cunt roughly as he thrust two fingers deep into my core. He curled his fingers deep inside me, stroking my G-spot. I whimpered and moaned into his mouth as he kissed me hungrily, desperately. I felt my orgasm building as he added a third finger. I cried out and bucked against his hand.

"Cum for me," he growled in my ear as he pressed his thumb directly onto my clit. I arched my back and ground into his hand as my orgasm overtook me. I could feel my pussy pulsing on his fingers as he pulled them from me slowly. He smirked as I tried to catch my breath. He finally released his hold on my hand, and I reached behind us for the door handle. I turned and walked into my bedroom, pulling my dress off of me as I made my way to the king-sized bed. I heard him pulling his pants off as I unclasped my bra, and laid on my back in the center of the bed. I felt him climb onto the bed, and soon he was on top of me. He kissed me deeply as he groped my thigh. I wrapped my leg around his waist and felt the head of his cock prod my slit. He reached down and guided his cock deep into my still-hungry pussy. I moaned and pushed my hips up into his. He slowly started thrusting into me, beginning to gain speed. Soon, he was thrusting into me hard and fast. I felt a second orgasm building, and I could tell he was getting close as well. He tangled his fingers in my hair and crushed his lips to mine as we both came together our hips moving in sync. We both collapsed and lay there for a moment catching our breaths. Eventually, he sat up slightly, gave me a deep kiss, and rolled off of me. I slowly sat up and sighed happily. Severus was still lying back on the bed as I walked to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. I also took the liberty of wiping off my makeup. Snape soon joined me and cleaned himself up as well. "Could I borrow this?", he asked me, holding up a hair tie.

"Oh, sure," I said smiling. He pulled his head up and went back to the bedroom. He started to pick up his clothes and I frowned a little. "Are you not going to stay?"

"Do you want me to?" He turned to look at me. I could see something that vaguely looked like hope in his eyes.

"I may be a slut", I say as I walk to him and loosely wrap my arms around his neck. "But I'm a high-class slut. I'll at least make you breakfast." He smirked and dropped his clothes as his hands found my waist.

"Fair enough," He kissed me softly, gently massaging my hips. We both climb into bed and quickly drift off to sleep.