AUTHOR'S NOTE: M-rating ahead, just thought I'd warn everyone. ; ) Enjoy!
~RPP
Freddie felt him hesitate at first, his body stiff, then slowly his resolve broke and he parted his lips. Then all of a sudden he was dominating the kiss, devouring her mouth as he dragged her into his lap. She straddled his lap eagerly and he put his arms around her. When his fingers skimmed the skin of her back beneath her t-shirt a moment later she gasped loudly, breaking the kiss. He pulled back slightly to give her a questioning look, then smirked when he realized what was wrong with her. It had been a long time – too long – since they had been together like this. Her skin was on fire from his touch and she desperately wanted more.
"It has been too long, hasn't it?" he murmured against her lips. "I'm sorry, Winifred."
"Don't be sorry," she said, pressing her body against his. "Just kiss me. Please."
I can do that, he answered silently as he captured her lips again. She melted into the kiss happily, gripping the front of his shirt with both hands. Mentally she tried to tell him what she wanted, but her thoughts were disorganized. She imagined all the things she wanted him to – ripping her clothes off was a good place to start, fucking her with his cock, no maybe his fingers first, or his mouth, that was always nice.
He chuckled quietly and she could feel his amusement at her desperate thoughts...but she could also feel the lust in his mind, as well as his hard cock straining through his trousers against her thigh. He wanted this just as bad as she did, he just had more self control.
Months, she thought with a whimper. It's been months, Severus, please...
He responded by breaking the kiss again. She started to protest, but then he was pulling her shirt off over her head. He tossed her shirt aside and put his hands on her hips, holding her back a bit as he looked at her. Her nipples pebbled beneath his gaze and she silently pleaded for him to touch her, to move his hands from her sides to her breasts. He did her one better and lowered his mouth to her chest instead.
She whimpered softly as his lips brushed a kiss just above the nipple of her left breast. She could feel the wet heat of his mouth just an inch above where she really wanted it and he knew it. But instead of lowering his mouth to her nipple he moved north, trailing kisses up her chest slowly. Too slowly, she thought with a whine, but when he finally reached her neck she let out a cry of delight as he sucked a spot he knew would drive her crazy.
I did not forget, said his voice in her head, sounding smug.
I should hope not, she thought and he responded by giving her a nip that made her jump slightly.
He continued kissing, sucking, and lightly nipping his way up her neck to her jawline, then back down again. She could tell that he planned on taking this slow, but she could feel the battle within his mind as he fought against a strong, almost feral desire to take her now. She expected his self-control would win out, it always did, so she was surprised when he picked her up suddenly, standing up from the couch. She grabbed his shoulders as he carried her across the room to his bed, kicking his shoes off as he did.
She was delighted when he dropped her down onto the mattress, a hungry look in his dark eyes. Fervently she reached for her shorts to take them off, but he was faster. He yanked them off with her underwear in one movement and tossed them to the floor.
He stood beside the bed, drinking in the sight of her, and Freddie could tell he was fighting with himself again. He wanted to go slow, take his time and enjoy it, but part of him didn't want that at all.
"Please," Freddie said, looking up at him in desperation. "Please do it now. Fuck me, please."
He let out a soft growl and she was momentarily startled when he pulled his wand from his pocket. He gave it a sharp wave and the curtains around his bed jerked shut. He tossed his wand onto the bedside table and quickly unfastened his pants, his gaze never once leaving her body.
She was more than ready and she parted her legs as his pants hit the floor. He grabbed her thighs, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and entered her in one swift movement. She moaned gratefully as he filled her up and she wrapped her legs around him eagerly. He began to thrust inside her, his movements quick and urgent.
Freddie knew it wouldn't take long as her orgasm was already building desperately inside of her. Snape's mind was still open to her and she knew he was feeling the same thing. It had been too long for both of them and he couldn't stop or slow down what was happening now, even if he wanted to. But he didn't want to. He was done fighting himself now, he was focused only on the lust that possessed him and how good it felt to be inside of her, the girl that he loved.
An intense orgasm washed over Freddie, making her cry out in sheer ecstasy as waves of pleasure rocked through her. Snape began to grunt softly as he quickened his pace. Before her orgasm had even subsided he was filling her up. She saw a shudder go through his body then felt jet after jet of his hot cum inside her. When he was spent he moved from between her thighs to lay down on the bed. Freddie couldn't move so he dragged her up the bed to wrap his arms around her.
"Ah, I missed that," Freddie said with a content sigh, pressing her face to his chest. "Thank you. Thank you for not making me go slow. That would've been torture."
He smirked slightly, giving her a light squeeze.
"Maybe later," he said and pressed a kiss to her damp forehead.
Several hours and multiple orgasms later they both lay naked and exhausted on the bed in his quarters. She was still lying between his legs after their last round, resting her head on his lower abdomen, her arms on either side of him. She was totally, deliciously worn out and she was more than content to stay where she was as she recovered. Snape's Occlumency shield was back in place and Freddie could no longer tell what he was thinking as he gazed down at her between his legs. She smiled drowsily as he reached down to take her hand that was resting beside his right hip.
"Are you still mad at me?" he said softly, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.
"Hm? When was I mad?" she asked with a slight frown.
"Because I asked Albus to place you in a safe house."
"I believe 'begged' is the word the headmaster used," she teased lightly and he scowled at her.
"I do not beg," he said stiffly.
"Oh I bet I could make you beg for something," she said playfully. She snaked her free hand between their bodies to wrap her fingers around his still-slick cock.
"W-" he started, but fell silent as she began to stroke him, then gave him a gentle squeeze. His cock twitched half-heartedly in her hand, but he could not get hard again so soon. Freddie knew that, she was just teasing him anyway. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his hip before laying her head back down on his stomach.
"I was never mad," she said, looking up at him. "Just...annoyed that you would go behind my back like that. I understand why you did it though."
"I just want you to be safe," he whispered as he reached down to caress her cheek.
"I know," she said, leaning into his touch. "It's very sweet of you and that's why I'm not mad. I understand how you feel. I'm just as worried about Ada as you are about me. She's so young, too young to have to fight in this war."
"Our relationship is quite different than your relationship with Miss Leroux," he said. "Unless there's something you haven't told me?"
"Of course it's different," she said with a light chuckle. "But she's my best friend and I care very deeply for her. I don't want her to get hurt or...or worse. But she's determined to fight back and she has every right to. And so do I."
Snape didn't respond, just stared at the ceiling above the bed. Freddie moved up his body carefully, their drying sweat causing their skin to stick together as she moved from between his thighs. She hovered over him a moment, looking down at the uneasy expression on his face that he wasn't even bothering to hide, and she kissed his lips.
"I can't stop Ada from joining the resistance," she said as she lay down beside him. "All I can do is help prepare her the best I can for whatever comes next, the way you trained me with Occlumency."
Snape nodded slightly, then rolled onto his side to face her.
"I can't stop you either, can I?" he asked with a sigh. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her forehead, then cupped her cheek. "And I can't protect you either. I cannot keep you safe..."
"No one is safe," she pointed out, covering his hand with hers and pressing her face against his palm. "Not until the Dark Lord is defeated. That's what the Order is all about, isn't it?"
"Mm," he responded softly. He began to stroke her hair gently, a comforting action, but his dark eyes still looked deeply troubled. She didn't know what she could say to reassure him, short of promising not to join the Order and she wasn't going to do that.
"...Sometimes I think," Snape whispered a moment later, his voice barely audible. "Maybe the Dark Lord can never be defeated."
"He was defeated, 13 years ago. Alot of people thought he was dead then."
"But He came back. He always finds a way to come back. I don't know what form of Dark Magic it is, but..." He shook his head slightly and exhaled. "Maybe He cannot be killed."
"...What does Dumbledore think?" Freddie prodded gently but Snape just shrugged silently. "Dumbledore must think there is a way to defeat the Dark Lord for good. He wouldn't be doing all this otherwise."
"Maybe Albus just doesn't know when to give up," he said dully, letting his hand fall away from her face.
"Hey," Freddie said softly, putting her arm around him. "You're not giving up either. You're too good for that. You're just worried right now and tired."
"You're right," he admitted. He blew out a heavy sigh, then wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close to his body. "I am tired."
"You should get some sleep then. I'll be right here – I mean, I assume...you do want me to stay?"
"Yes," he said, resting his chin on top of her head. "I should be worried about someone needing me in the middle of the night and finding you naked in my bed...but I don't care about that right now. You feel too good for me to let you go."
Freddie smiled and hugged him tightly with the one arm she had around him. They clung to one another like that for several minutes and it wasn't long before she felt herself growing drowsy. She removed her arm and pulled back just enough so she could check her watch.
"What are you doing, Winifred?" Snape asked, his voice sounding thick and sleepy already.
"I have to be at work at 7 in the morning," she explained. "I'm making sure my alarm is set. Don't let me sleep through it."
"Okay," he agreed. "What time do you get off?"
"It's supposed to be a 12-hour shift, 7-7, but I usually end up staying later. Why?" she asked curiously. "Do you want me to come back tomorrow evening?"
"...Yes," he admitted finally. "I really shouldn't, but yes."
"Then I'll come back after 7," she said with a small smile. She was pleased that he wanted her to come back, that after not seeing him for so long she would now get to spend a third night with him. And at Hogwarts no less.
"I want you to practice your Occlumency tomorrow," he said, stroking her back lightly. "Not just protecting your mind, there is no question you have mastered that, but producing false memories. We've worked on that before, but it has been a while and it is a necessary skill to possess if you continue to remain close to me. Tomorrow evening I will review the events of your day and attempt to decipher true memories from false ones. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes sir," she said obediently and he gave her a light squeeze before kissing the top of her head. "...Are you sure that I've mastered shielding my thoughts using Occlumency?"
"Yes. Your mastery of that ability matches my own. You were on the grounds for hours today and I never knew. When I visited you at St Mungo's last week I would not have been able to find your consciousness at all had I not already known approximately where you were. Your shield is flawless," he said confidently, then kissed her head again. "...Why do you ask? You know you mastered this skill years ago."
"I thought I had, but...earlier in Dumbledore's office there were several times when it seemed like he was reading my mind," she admitted. "I had my Occlumency in place and I didn't feel anyone even attempt to enter my mind, not until you did. Do you think he was using Legilimency on me and he's just so skilled I didn't feel it?"
"I highly doubt it," he responded. "Albus is a skilled Legilimens, but it is a not a power he enjoys using. He only uses Legilimency when he has no other choice, it's not something he does lightly. I can't imagine him using it on you."
"He seemed to know what I was thinking and feeling most of the time, but without Legilimency I don't see how that's possible."
"He's Albus," Snape said with a shrug. "He seems to know most people better than they know themselves. Perhaps it comes from age and experience, from teaching so many students over the years... Maybe it is some form of magic I am not familiar with, but I do not think so. Despite the misconception, Albus Dumbledore does not know everything."
