Making Plans

The sound of persistent miaowing stirred Severus from his slumber, and he felt a feathery tickle against his cheek. When he opened his eyes he found a transparent, silvery cat licking his face, whilst a second feline figure sat at the end of Tonks' bed, whining like a small child. He batted the Patronus away from his face and nudged the sleeping woman beside him until she awoke with a sleepy utterance.

"What's going on?" she muttered as she opened her eyes.

The two cats waited impatiently for the recipients of their messages to rouse themselves to full consciousness, prowling over the heavy blanket at the bottom of the bed.

"It appears to be a message from Minerva," Snape said, stifling a yawn. He glanced at his timepiece; it was ten o'clock in the morning.

When Snape and Tonks were sufficiently alert and focused, the Patronus pair opened their jaws to deliver their message in echoing, Scottish-accented unison.

"Your presence is requested for an Order meeting in the Headmaster's office on Saturday, at six o'clock in the evening, when Professor Dumbledore is due to return to the school. Please be prompt."

The cats mewed once and evaporated into the air.

Tonks rubbed sleep from her eyes. "The start-of-term chat, no doubt," she said as she turned onto her side and placed her hand across Snape's chest.

He was wearing a pair of fine silk pyjamas which Tonks had found in the wardrobe. Apparently, she was not particularly taken with his wish to wear his cotton shirt in bed, and she had decided that, if he insisted on wearing something, then the clothing should be tactile. Snape had agreed to her request with some reluctance but found the garments extremely comfortable to wear; he quite liked the sensation of silk against his skin.

Snape had enjoyed spending two nights with a woman, and he lamented that their arrangement would have to alter when the students returned to Hogwarts.

It seemed Tonks was pondering the same problem.

"I'll be back on full-time guard duty, come Sunday," she said sadly. "There'll be no more lying in and spending whole evenings shagging when the kids come back."

Snape pressed his lips into her mousey-brown hair. "No, there won't," he replied.

Tonks sighed. "It's a shame. I've enjoyed this."

Snape did not return the sentiment verbally. He had not allowed himself the luxury of getting attached to their circumstance; he knew nothing stayed the same, and so many other things lay outside of his control. He felt certain that Draco Malfoy would have hatched another plan to eliminate Dumbledore, and when his young charge returned to the school, Snape would once again have to walk a fine line between helping the boy and protecting the Headmaster. Snape had been living moment-to-moment for the last two days, and the thought of the coming term made him feel queasy.

"You know what I'd like to do before the kids return?" Tonks said. The cheeky grin on her face begged him to guess the answer.

"It is too early in the morning for Legilimency," Snape replied sardonically.

Tonks nudged him with her knuckles then hoisted herself up to a sitting position, replacing a long black strap of her negligee which had slipped down over her shoulder. Soon she was straddling him and unbuttoning his pyjama shirt.

"I always fancied having sex in a classroom," she said, running her hands up and down his bare chest.

"Oh, really?" Snape enquired. "And which teacher were you lusting after?"

Tonks laughed. "I never really had a crush on a teacher when I was at school," she said. "Although the current Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is quite interesting."

Snape couldn't stop a little snort from escaping. Tonks' fingers toyed absent-mindedly with his nipples and played with the light dusting of hair on his chest.

"Anyway, what about you, Severus?" Tonks asked mischievously. "Ever had the hots for a student?"

He watched her for a long moment, taking in her hazel eyes and the curves of her black-clad figure.

"No," he replied in a measured tone.

Tonks appeared disappointed and studied him closely. "Ever had sex with a student?"

It amused Snape that she asked the two questions in reverse order. He took a moment to consider his reply and decided that the truth would be much more intriguing than an outright denial.

"Not that I was aware of," he said.

Tonks cocked her head and laughed again. "Ever had sex in a classroom?"

"What is this, a Ministry of Magic inquisition?"

She gasped with fake indignation. "Think yourself lucky I don't have use of Alastor Moody's eye-piece."

"And there was I, fantasising about being interrogated by an Auror..." Snape let the sentence hang in the air, waiting for her to assess it as truth or deceit.

Tonks did neither. "You have had sex in a classroom, haven't you, Severus?"

Snape sighed. His ploy hadn't worked. He did not wish to reveal a piece of information which would demystify him; he wanted to retain his air of ambiguity, so much the better to ensnare and enthral. But being straddled by a pretty young witch was tantamount to inhaling Veritaserum fumes.

"No, I haven't," he replied touchily.

A moment later, he ran his hands up her arms and slipped the straps from her shoulders. The silk of her nightdress fell to her waist, revealing her beautiful breasts and tightening nipples. He took them into his hands and ran his fingers over them with a delicate touch. Her skin was so smooth and round, he felt his crotch respond in kind.

"But there's always a first time," he continued, his voice becoming slightly husky.

Tonks' eyes widened and she lowered herself onto her hands, offering her breasts to him as a reward. He claimed one nipple with his mouth, tracing the outline with his tongue, before taking it in his mouth and suckling gently. He heard her moaning above him, and it spurred him on. Snape moved to take her other nipple and repeated his attention, but this time he snaked one of his hands up her thigh and underneath her negligee, searching for her moistening mound between her legs. He could feel his own blood pumping furiously into his groin as he stroked her slowly, deliberately, making her quiver.

This was how mornings should be, he decided. He had a young woman succumbing to his touch and a promise of ecstasies to come.

She moved her chest away from his mouth and dipped her head to whisper into his ear. "When can we do it?"

"After the Order meeting on Saturday," he answered, slipping one long finger into her entrance. "Meet me in the Dark Arts classroom at nine o'clock."

"Yes, professor," she moaned.

Vaguely aware that it was wrong for the sound of her reply to be so arousing, Snape grabbed her hips and pushed her towards his erection. She slipped his silky pyjama bottoms away from his hips and took hold of his swollen member. She gave it two firm strokes with her clasped hand and then placed it inside her, pushing down on him in one long, glorious movement.

Snape found himself enfolded in her wet, enticing heat, and she moved slowly at first, seeming to luxuriate in the feel of his hardness inside her. He watched her intently. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was riding him instinctively, using him to find her own pleasure. All he had to do was lie back and relax. It was a magnificent feeling and a satisfying sight.

Soon her movements became more ragged, and she leaned forward onto her hands and rested her weight upon them. Her breasts swayed, hypnotising him momentarily. Tonks looked down at his face, studying his features as if he were a fascinating work of art.

Her stare caused him reach up and pull her towards him, and he captured her in a firm, ardent kiss. Her hips stopped moving whilst her tongue pressed into his mouth, exploring the texture of his own eager tongue. Every so often she moaned gently and slid slowly up and down, sending wavelets of pleasure along his length.

When their lips parted, he released his hold on her head. She opened her eyes, and he saw that her pupils had dilated so wide that her irises appeared black in colour. The sight was completely unnerving.

"Are you alright?" he asked sharply.

"Oh, yes," she replied, smiling and moving her hips around raunchily.

"Your eyes...."

Tonks frowned a little. "What about them?"

Snape reached for his wand on the bedside table and Summoned a small hand-held mirror, which he offered up to her. She took it and examined herself, all the while circling his erection with her hips. Suddenly she laughed, and the contraction of her muscles sent another wondrous ripple through his groin.

Tonks placed the mirror on the bedside, and her black-as-night irises locked onto his, akin to two endless tunnels, fathomless and unsettling.

"I have mimicked your eyes, Severus," she said, laughing again. "I have Metamorphosed into you!"

His hands slowed her hips to a standstill. "But I thought you'd lost your ability?"

"No," she replied, a small smile curling her lips. "I've just not been able to command it."

Snape didn't know what to say. Looking into his own eyes was a most uncomfortable experience, and he now realised the extent of the power held in his ebony stare.

"Just don't go changing your nose and hair as well," he said with a glimmer of irony. "I don't want to shag myself."

Tonks giggled, and her eyes returned to hazel. "I always liked your nose; it was one of the first noses I learned to imitate."

Snape noticed he felt flattered, and he didn't know how to reply. Life, it seemed, was full of surprises. He marvelled as Tonks returned her attention to her hips, which began to move again with agonisingly slow movements. The sensation stole the breath from his lungs and removed any further need for conversation.

Tonks threw her head back, sitting up straight again and resuming her focus with renewed vigour, deliberately clenching her muscles around his erection to stimulate him. Snape responded by bucking his hips to meet her, and fingering her nub, taking her closer and closer to climax.

The young Auror let out a small squeal as her orgasm erupted, and Snape drove harder and harder into her warmth, pushing himself to come with her in a moment of union. He achieved his aim with a satisfied grunt, and his dampened fingers clutched at her thighs, digging into her firm flesh as his groin pulsated with pleasure and his back arched involuntarily.

After the tingle had faded, Tonks flopped into a heap beside him and covered their bodies with bed-sheets, wrapping one docile arm around his torso.

"I'm going to miss this when it's gone," she said quietly.

Snape agreed, but did not say so out loud.

He was already beginning to plan for Saturday night in the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom.