A Million Things

She knew that magic existed. That was one thing of the millions that she knew that she was positive of. Now, she was even more certain that it existed. There was no other way to explain what was happening between them. His mouth was igniting fire, his touch electrifying her, and his whispered words found something buried deep inside of her. She had never felt this way ever, that was for sure, and she was certain it was magic. Not that he was using magic on her, but that what they had between them was truly and certainly magical, a cheesy but true statement.

He had lifted her at some point, carrying her up the stairs and into what she could only assume was his bedroom. She was so lost in his kisses that she barely noticed the passing walls or the decorations of his room. Nothing registered except the warmth of his mouth and heat of his touch. She felt something soft against her body and opened her eyes to see him pulling back from laying her on his bed.

He methodically unbuttoned his coat, tossing it onto a chair, then continued with the shirt underneath that too found itself on the chair. His shoes were next, followed by his pants, and sooner than she knew he was on top of her. His weight was delicious, and she didn’t want him to ever move. But he did; he moved down her body to her pleasure center, stroking her in a way that she had never felt before. His fingers traced her aroused flesh, and she gripped the sheets of the bed with her fingers, preparing for his assault. Nothing happened. She opened her eyes and looked down her body at him; he was staring at her face, watching her reactions. Right when their eyes met, he dipped his head and took a long swipe of her with his tongue, keeping eye contact with her the entire time.

His confidence and daring drove her wild. Her previous lovers had always shied away from this, only doing it because of obligation and only with their eyes closed. Severus seemed to enjoy it, enjoy her and enjoy her reaction to his ministrations. His fingers danced over her outer lips, and her mind snapped back to him, her attention focused entirely on those skilled fingers that had taught so many, brewed numerous potions and helped stop the most evil wizard of all time. Her body began to tremble. He was entirely too good at what he was doing, especially for a man as reserved as Severus. He inserted his middle finger into her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb, the synchronized actions sending her over the edge and making her quiver on the bed as the roar of orgasm rushed through her body. When she came back to earth, his mouth was on her, and he was lapping at her juices, reveling in her flavor.

He looked up at her and climbed up her body. She felt like his prey, and she was. His lips slammed onto hers, and she could taste a hint of herself, something that normally disgusted her, but mixed with Severus’ flavor, it was strangely erotic. Everything about this mysterious man was erotic. He seemed to be oozing sex, although she had no idea where it came from. Not a few months ago, this had been the same man who had kissed her on the forehead for fear of being too forward. And now, he was casting a contraceptive charm on her and pressing her legs apart, preparing to fill her.

He slid into her silky depths, releasing a deep-seated sigh of contentment and pleasure. He filled her completely. She had never felt anything like him before. He seemed to surround her in every possible way. There was no manner in which to escape, not that she wanted to.

He pulled out, thrusting back in with enough force that she felt it. His motions rocked her world and her body. One hand was clutching the sheets beneath her quaking body, the other was gripping his arse, pulling him forward and into her. The sensation was delicious; there was no other word to describe it.

His thrusting increased, and her body began to burn, the fire licking her skin until she burst in another incredible orgasm. He could tell she had come, could feel her clasping around him, and the tight grip of her pussy sent him over the edge. He collapsed on top of her, emptying himself inside her as he nibbled on her neck.

He rolled to the side, pulling her with him, and she snuggled into his body. He brushed the hair back from her face and saw that her eyes were closed and a contented smile graced her lips. They soon fell into a deep-sated sleep.

*

She felt heat on her cheek. A warmth that caressed her and felt familiar. Her eyes squinted open with sleep, and she saw the sun shining through the window right above her head. The realization that she didn’t have a window right above her bed hit her right before she recalled last night. She turned over to find the sleeping figure of Severus Snape. He looked relaxed and peaceful in his sleep, a Severus she knew well, but that many did not know and could not possibly understand.

His face squinted into a scowl, and she knew he was waking up. His eyes opened slowly, and he looked up at her.

“Is there a reason you are staring at me?”

“Yup, there’s nothing better to do,” she said calmly with a bit of cheer in her voice.

“Well, ha ha ha.” Sarcasm dripped from each ha.

“Severus Snape. You are not a morning person.”

“Ten points to Gryffindor,” he growled, pulling the covers back over his head.

“Now, Severus, you know that no longer works. I’m not your student, and you can’t punish me anymore.”

“Care to try?” he asked, his voice muffled from under the covers. She blushed at his insinuation. The blush was quickly removed by a look of daring that would have scared even Severus if he had seen it crossing her face. She pulled the covers up over her head and joined him beneath the soft fabric. His eyes were closed once again, but his attempt to sleep more was failing.

“Is this why you were always such a grouch in class? Because you couldn’t get enough sleep?”

“I was kept up late spending time with the Dark Lord or spying for Albus. Then, I would come back to Hogwarts, collapse into bed and have to get up two hours later to teach a class of students who loathed me and didn’t listen. There were many reasons why I was a grouch as you put it, but yes, that was one of them.”

“Well, let’s see if we can make you more of a morning person,” she said sweetly. Her hand danced down his chest and grasped him in her hand. It was actually the first time she had held him; he felt like silky steel. Her hand smoothed over his skin, and his breathing faltered as he woke up fully, opening his eyes and staring at the daring witch beneath the covers.

“Go ahead, I’m waiting,” he stated with calm stoicism. But she could see through his façade; his eyes were filled with passion, and she could tell he longed to pounce on her. Her thumb traced the tip, and they were lost in each other again, this time beneath the covers.