I Love You

A/N: Thanks to my beta, not_london! Love and lots of lovely lemons to you all. Please review!

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Severus drank a lot that evening, hoping he would be able to stave off another raging erection. After all, he climaxed once...with her...even if it was just the result of a fantastic dry hump! He didn't want to clean his trousers; the scent of her juices mingled with his own emission was too erotic. That was his undoing. He couldn't get the image of her grinding her luscious quim against his cock out of his mind. He recalled the screams in that beautiful voice...screaming his name!

That did it. He had to have another wank. As he stroked himself to climax, he prayed fervently that this would be the last time he would have to do this to himself. As he came, the first thought he had was if he could have his way, the first thing he would do once he had her in his bed would be to make what happened in Narcissa's bathroom tonight a preview!

Genevieve was restless in bed. She had had her first orgasm with a man. It had been wonderful, amazing! The only thing that concerned her was his passion. He was so driven and wild, she had thought her mind was going to explode. What would happen if they went "all the way?" Well, he had said he'd wait for her. Perhaps a few more times like that, she could ease herself into it. So with that thought in mind, Genevieve slept.

***

The next day, Genevieve met Snape for afternoon tea. She was breathless with nerves. She had avoided him for breakfast and lunch; she was just too embarrassed to be in his presence, especially if she had to see him for the first time after what they had done the night before around other people. So, she sent him a note asking if she could join him for tea.

Severus was elated. He was also relieved! After she failed to appear for breakfast, his chest hurt, he was sure he had frightened her off. Then, when lunch came, and she again failed to appear, he was convinced that he had blown it and it was over. It was the holidays, no classes, so he had decided to get rip-roaring drunk that evening in order to adjust his mind to the reality he was going to have to spend the rest of his life wanking or shagging whores for the rest of his pathetic existence.

Then her note had arrived and asked if she could possibly join him in his sitting room for tea. Possibly? He thought. Hell, she can come in here and do whatever she wants, just as long as I can be near her! He worked nervously to make the sitting room as comfortable and inviting as possible. He was a nervous wreck. What am I going to say? God, I hope she talks first.

She knocked softly on the door, and Severus bolted to the door, practically ripping it open. There she was! She smiled nervously. Severus swore to himself over his over-eagerness. She was as enchanting as ever in a beautiful, shimmering silver dress, her hair in her normal braided bun. Her cheeks were blushing, and her eyes were shining at him. He asked her politely to come inside.

At first, they created a beautiful dance of timid conversation. Finally, Genevieve opened up and told Snape her reason for remaining in her quarters and not joining the others for breakfast and lunch. The Potions master was relieved. Virginal shyness.

"I can understand," he replied. "You are sporting quite a glow today."

She smiled and lowered her blushing face. How could she tell him she wanted to do it again? She responded to his flirtation by shifting over closer to him, to let him know she wanted to be close. He caressed her jaw line with his finger and tilted her chin to his mouth. He kissed her softly and delicately. So unlike how he had kissed her the night before. He drew back slowly and watched her face. Her eyes were closed and relaxed, her mouth pouting at his withdrawal. She looked as if she were dreaming. Finally, her eyes snapped open and looked at him so adoringly, Snape felt he had discovered heaven.

"I want you to know kissing and love-making has its varieties," he murmured.

"Good," she whispered.

They snuggled together and took tea silently. The young woman started to feel ill at ease. Her feelings were so overwhelming she couldn't find the words she wanted to say so badly, so she straightened up and faced him squarely and said, "I think now we should discuss business."

"Quite," he replied.

"So, what was his reaction?"

"The Dark Lord does not trust you, but he is intrigued by you. Genevieve, you were magnificent last night. Your only fault was that you were too dispassionate about your parents. Your speech had all the other guests frozen by your icy demeanor, but the Dark Lord is not so easily swayed. It will take time for you to be accepted. At least he desires your presence and is eager for our relationship to develop. After all, you are a pure-blood."

"What does that mean, develop? Do we need to start having sex?"

Snape was gobsmacked. First, she's shy, and now, did she just proposition me sexually? What the bloody hell am I going to say?

She realized how forward she sounded. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that."

"No, it's fine," he said, clearing his throat in nervousness.

Genevieve decided it was time to be honest about her feelings. "Look, Severus, I need to know what is going on here between us. I need to know what is real and what is a façade so I can play this deception accordingly. I guess I need to know how you feel about me."

Snape frowned and crossed his arms protectively around his chest. He didn't like to be placed in such a vulnerable situation. If she wanted to "lay her cards on the table," why then didn't she bloody well tell him how she felt?

They sat in silence. Genevieve started giving up hope. Then suddenly, she was talking as if she were standing on the other side of the room, watching herself spill her guts to a man she wasn't sure loved her.

"I fell in love with you," she whispered while looking at her lap. "I love you...I loved you since I was ten." Now there were thick tears spilling down on her lap. I'm crying! she thought. "The night I met you and you danced with me, I kept you in my heart, and there has been no one else. I never wanted anyone else, and I never will." She clamped her hand over her mouth to stop herself and squeezed her eyes shut. Now she would finally know if this man had grown to love her, or if he only lusted after her.

Warm hands and arms enveloped her as she was pulled close to her love's chest. His hand tilted her chin up to his.

"Open your eyes," he commanded softly. She obeyed him.

Severus looked into her watery blue eyes. He saw the sadness, the fear of rejection, and the pain of her desire: the waiting and the wanting. He determined there would be no more of that. No more wanting, no more waiting...

"I love you, Genevieve," he whispered. Then he kissed her.

"Will you do something for me?" he asked as he kissed her.

"What?" she breathed.

"Take down your hair," he murmured in her mouth.

***

This time there would be no rushing and panting against a stone wall. Severus took his beauty into his bedroom and slowly removed her dress. He murmured his adoration of her in her ear and slipped off her bra and knickers. She stood crying, overwhelmed with her feelings.

"I-I'm sorry, I have such a hard time with strong emotions. I always have. I become violently angry, or grow silent; maybe cry and I can't stop. I hope you don't think it's personal," she apologized.

"Shhh, it's okay," he replied as he captured her mouth with his own. He took off his own clothes while he slowly kissed her. He went to remove his trousers and underwear; all the while she kept her eyes shut, covering her breasts with her arms. All of a sudden, she was being lifted up. Her eyes snapped open as the Potions master laid her on his bed. He hovered over her, kissing her, touching her, allowing her time to get used to their nakedness.

Soon, she was touching him, stroking his arms, back, and chest. He took her hands and held them with his own, pulling them above her head. He then stroked her breasts with his tongue, first one, then the other. Her breath was jagged, and she tried to speak, but could not. Soon, she was moaning and rocking her hips. Snape smiled as he released her hands. Her eyes opened, and he noted they were smoky with want.

He descended, and she propped herself on her elbows. Where is he going? She thought. He spread her legs and she clamped them shut.

"Don't worry," he assured her. "It's not for that."

She flopped back down on her pillow. Now she was embarrassed; he had read her thought. She was still berating herself when she felt the most delicious feeling. She snapped her head up to see her love between her legs kissing her...there!

Within minutes she was crying out, screaming, and moaning. She knew nothing but this feeling: this warm, delicious, feeling that was taking her over an edge she never knew existed. As she flew over, she screamed for him to take her, to fill her, to fuck her.

Snape had been listening to her moans and cries with immense satisfaction. When she started to beg for him to fuck her, he could not control his need. While she was still climaxing, he rose above her, stroking her thighs, urging her to separate them further. She gave herself over to him, her mind empty...all she knew was this feeling of goodness. He edged the tip of his cock into her opening and rubbed her juices around it. He looked at her. She was lying so peacefully upon the pillows. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were draped above her head. Snape was touched by her willingness, her trust. He knew he would hurt her, but he told himself he would try very hard to control his passion and go easy. He eased the tip in and out, each time going a little deeper. He held her thighs steady. He finally came to her barrier. He closed his eyes and moved in her as lovingly and sweetly as he could, eager for her to know the pleasure of a man inside her. He looked down to watch her pleasure. Instead, her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was gasping for air. Her hands were clenching the pillow beside her head.

"Genevieve, look at me," he said firmly. She struggled to comply. "Breathe, it's okay."

She came to herself and realized he was inside her, that she was being made love to. She broke down crying. She buried her dark head against his shoulder, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her knees to his side crying, "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Snape was overcome with her openness and desire. He began to move again within her. She was far too emotional to climax, so he focused on making it a slow, pleasurable, experience that he prayed she would want to repeat. She was so warm, so tight, all he wanted was to slam into her and take her hard and fast. But he couldn't...not her first time. He pushed his selfishness aside and continued to move slow and easy. Finally, he could take no more. He felt the familiar tightening and in spite of himself started to move more earnestly. He came, crushing her to him as he shuddered and moaned his apologies and his love for her.

Genevieve had stopped crying when she heard his moaning. She realized he was finishing and was going to orgasm. She was enthralled with his emotion, the way he grasped onto her and held her tightly against him. The force and power of his orgasm sent ripples of delight throughout her body. She had been overwhelmed with his entrance into her. All she felt was burning and being stretched as if she would tear apart. But then he had stopped and spoken so tenderly to her. She had then realized he was inside her, loving her. She couldn't believe it was finally happening. She had wanted him for so long. She couldn't tear her eyes from him. She felt the delicious tension around her, and then his warm seed spread within her. He went to release her and she refused.

"Lie on me," she ordered him gently.

"I don't want to hurt you," he panted, exhausted from his climax.

"You'll hurt me if you don't. Stay, please."

He slept on top of the beauty; her breasts were the most perfect pillows. She was so soft, so comfortable. The evil spy, ex-Death Eater, had never known such safety and peace.

***

"Severus?" she whispered.

"Yes?" he answered.

"I can't believe we finally are here."

Snape rose up to look into her eyes. She was crying again.

"I-I mean, for so many years, I thought of you. I wanted so much for you to be near me...I ached for you. I thought at times it would go away, but it n-never did. I was in pain, I couldn't see you, didn't know how you were...or if you had married, and I..." She broke down and sobbed. Snape held her tight, unable to believe the words he had heard her confess. He wanted to tell her he was grateful for her love, for her devotion, but he couldn't find the words. Instead he said, "Thank you, I love you."

***

The morning came, and he found her lying on her back, her hair beautifully adorning her head and pillow. Her mouth was flushed still from their coupling. Snape was truly surprised. She had been extremely willing for a virgin, and she had been...the evidence was there on the sheets and on him.

He had woken up during the night and lifted himself off the sleeping beauty. He wanted her again, but was concerned she might be too sore or tired. So, he patiently waited for her to awake, but it wouldn't really be Slytherin if he denied himself at least the pleasure of touching a few strategic areas of her perfect body. He watched her sigh in her sleep. She was responding to his touch, even though she still slept. He kept on until she shifted her bottom due to the increasing wetness he could feel dripping from her sex, but he saw the frown on her face as she moved and a hitch in her breath. Definitely too soon. Damn! he swore. He then let her be.

Genevieve opened her eyes and found her love's black eyes upon her, smiling. She stretched like a contented cat. "Oh!" she cried out suddenly.

"What's wrong?" her lover asked.

"My stomach hurts...well, not my stomach, just here, below my navel." She rubbed the area tenderly, looking concerned.

"Don't worry," Snape whispered. "It's normal after your first time. It's gets better the more you do it." He leaned in for a kiss on her collarbone.

"Mmm..." she replied in response as she drew him in closer. "Why don't we get cleaned up in the shower, and you can show me your proof in a practical lesson?"

"To get clean only to get dirty again? Not very logical," he teased.

"Who ever said I was the logical type?" she purred into his ear.