Lost- Year 1

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Insomnia For Three


Professor Severus Snape could not sleep. This was nothing new. It had been this way ever since he'd become a double agent for the Order of the Phoenix years before. A few hours at a time, and then his brain would race and jump, leaving him wide awake yet again. He dressed quickly in his regular all-black attire and decided to walk the halls in search of students up to no good. But as it was 3 A.M. on a Friday night, or Saturday morning actually, all was quiet.

Passing through the first few floors and finding nothing, he headed up to one of the towers. It was a clear night, and if nothing else a little star gazing would clear his head. As he searched his mind to think which constellations would be most visible, he did not notice that someone else had the same idea and nearly jumped out of his skin when greeted.

"Good evening, Severus. A little star gazing on your schedule this late hour?" The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, said.

"Albus. I didn't expect anyone else was up at this hour. Yes, I thought I might look for a few favorites on such a clear night," the Potions Master answered. It was then Snape noticed that the telescope in front of Dumbledore was not pointed at the sky, but off to the west towards Hogsmeade. This was curious.

"Ah, yes. A wonderfully clear night for seeing many things. It would seem we are not the only ones who suffer from the malady of insomnia tonight," Albus commented, stepping away from the telescope and gesturing for Snape to look.

With a dubious look on his face -- not wanting to insult the headmaster, but neither being a voyeur -- he leaned down and first looked toward the village searching for something unusual. Not finding anything that looked amiss with the naked eye, he then leaned further and looked through the glass.

An almost indiscernible gasp escaped his lips as he immediately recognized where the headmaster had been gazing and the stirring in his loins was undeniable. It was Catherine’s estate, Stagwood. It lay just beyond the village and was most distinct. A French Country style estate planted in the middle of the Scottish countryside. Light shined through almost every window on the first floor.

The headmaster’s small cough interrupted his thoughts. “All is quiet at the school at this hour, Severus. As every other teacher is on duty this weekend, I don’t expect we will have the company of our Potions Master until dinner tomorrow. Didn’t you mention that you had a few errands to attend to this weekend?” Albus gently urged.

Faltering for just a moment, Severus then responded. “Yes. There are a few things I need to attend to. Until tomorrow evening then, Albus.” And with that, he whirled and headed back down to the entrance hall, not even hearing the small chuckle of his star gazing cohort.

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As he walked over the grounds and to the front gate, the memories of their liaisons flooded his senses - flashes of scene after scene of their love making ran through his mind. The woman was amazing and he lusted after her night and day.

His thoughts finally stopped racing and slowed to a dull roar as he thought of everything he enjoyed about Catherine. She was his age, auburn-haired, full-figured, fiery-tempered, an uninhibited lover, and the most independent woman he’d ever met.


Finally! he thought as he stepped out of the school’s boundaries. He then Apparated to the backyard of Stagwood - to the spot where he could see into the living areas and master bedroom. Severus’ eyes scanned the rooms from left to right. A single lamp was on in the bedroom and it was empty. The living room was lit only by the fireplace and a floor lamp. Stepping to his right, he smiled as the large family room came into view.

The enchantress never failed to amaze him. She was sitting at the desk near the wall of windows, concentrating on something at the computer. This did not surprise him. Nearly all her work was done electronically and she had commented much of it was done at odd hours when sleep would not come. She stretched and rolled her neck.

Oh that lovely neck which I love to lick and nip, he thought, staring at the sensitive spot just under her right ear. Then his eyes grew wide. At the very moment his thought passed, she reached up and touched that spot then looked around the room checking to see if she were alone. This was something Severus had not been able to explain about his lover. Nearly every time he’d Apparated and was hoping to surprise her, his presence was detected on some instinctive level on Catherine’s part. Filing this away with the other incidents for further study when less distracted, he continued to watch her.

Catherine finished typing something and moved a hand to the mouse. A pleased look crossed her face as she stretched again, got up and walked to the shelf by the fireplace. Severus took a few more steps to his right gazing after her. She was wearing his favorite spaghetti-strapped blue nightgown. Soft, flowing and knee length. Silently he wondered if she was wearing anything under it and his thought was immediately answered as she finished putting a CD into the stereo and bent over to pick up the case she’d dropped.

Did she just pull up the hem of that gown? His breath caught as he glimpsed her naked posterior. Oh sweet deity! Then he heard it. Not the most romantic of melodies, but the first song she had ever gotten him to dance to: Let It Whip. Remembering the feel of her in front of him, bodies meshed together and gyrating to the beat, his cock grew harder. When he could stand it no more, he quietly walked up to the deck and over to the back door. Silent as a ghost, he entered and threw off his coat.

She was dancing in the middle of the room, her back to him with eyes closed - lost in the beat of the music. Although he didn’t want to startle her, he still wanted to surprise. While pondering how to make himself known, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Come and dance with me, lover,” Catherine’s sultry voice purred.

Surprise shifted to hunger as he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned to lick the spot on her neck he’d coveted earlier. One hand caressed his arm as the other reached to rub the back of his head and a small moan escaped her lips. She leaned her body back into his as muscles relaxed after long hours hunched over a keyboard.

“I was hoping for little break tonight, but didn’t think you would be awake,” she whispered in his ear.

“And I was hoping to rouse you from a deep slumber with my head between your legs, but you are still up and working,” he growled softly as his hand worked down to the hem of the nightgown. Lifting it deftly, his middle finger sought her nether lips and encountered wetness. The groan came from deep within him. “Sweet Merlin, what have you been doing?” he exclaimed.

Catherine’s husky laugh escaped her lips, which never failed to ignite him. “Just some proof reading for that erotica author. She writes wonderfully and that causes me frustration to the point of distraction sometimes.”

Barely able to contain his passion, Severus ground his cock into her ample posterior and commented, “I can alleviate some of that frustration for you.”

“Ooooh, alleviate me, lover!” she teased as she stepped away. “Last one on the bed naked has to give me no less than six orgasms.” With that she ran through the living room and headed to the master bedroom.

He smiled to himself as he walked back to check the lock on the door. This was one game he didn't mind losing and often did so on purpose. On impulse he stopped to glance at the computer screen, curious as to what she'd been reading. His eyes scanned through the text as his fingers worked to unbutton frock coat and shirt. Rubber sheets and Wesson oil? What manner of things are these? he wondered while reading. A click of the mouse and the next page appeared.

A chuckle not quite stifled as he read the last line. Stop peeking at the stories and get your ass in the bedroom, now! Severus shook his head as he walked towards the bedroom. The Head of Slytherin House silently berated himself for being out maneuvered so adroitly. There was no way to deny it, so he would confess and use a turn of phrase to put things back in his favor.

Catherine was laying nude in the middle of the huge four-poster bed. She knew from the look on his face what had happened. "My but it took you a long time to get in here. Were you doing some reading?" she teased.

Severus stood at the foot of the bed, folding clothing as he removed it. "Yes and for your information I do not 'peek'. I was merely curious what manner of intimacy was detailed that put you in such a state of arousal, thinking you might enjoy an execution of it in person." He finally allowed himself to gaze at her Rubenesque figure.

As he took in the curves of her calves and thighs, his wand flicked towards the window and the curtains closed. He turned to ward the door and moved to place the wand on the nightstand. Her eyes held his gaze as he slid onto the bed next to her. Before he could close the distance, her right index finger pointed against his chest to stop him. One arched brow silently asked the question.

"As if you need any assistance with putting me in a state of arousal. Even though you are very creative, it still comes down to the fact that you have been caught snooping." Her finger tapped against his chest.

"I confess and offer recompense," his tone was low and smooth as silk. He lifted her finger to his mouth and kissed it gently. Then his lips closed around it, gently sucking. As the tip of his tongue snaked out and teased the end of her finger, he was rewarded with a small moan.

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A/N: Yes, another evil author who picks the place where it just gets good to break off a chapter! This is my second story - first on AFF.Net, so please leave a review .