Mine

Mine
by: Cliobella


Her eyes followed the man walking across the room towards the blond on the sofa. The tall leggy blond. The tall leggy blond with enormous breasts. Bitch, she thought. She could spend every minute of her day knitting hats for the homeless or taking in stray cats and kids, hell, the woman could be Mary Fucking Poppins and she still would be a bitch. She watched as the man laughed at something the other woman said as she tossed her blond hair over her shoulder. Probably thinks she is auditioning for a shampoo commercial. Soft brown eyes, filling with tears, watched as the man and the blond bitch from Hell moved off the sofa and started dancing to the song playing on the Wizarding wireless. It was slow and dreamy, the kind of song lovers danced to when they were alone. The couple might as well have been alone instead of in the middle of a crowd of people dancing and talking in the room.


“Don’t,” came a low voice from behind.


The watching woman glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t what?” she asked turning back to watch the couple now kissing on the dance floor. Her heart twisting as she watched the red head nuzzle the blonde’s neck.


“You know what,” he stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Leaning down he said softly in her ear, “He is not worth it. No man in his right mind would prefer that vapid waste of space to you.” He slid his hands down her arms, not missing the shiver that ran through her as his lips ghosted across her ear.


“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” she said with a sniff.


He slid his hands down her arms and back up, turning her to face him as he did. “Yes you do. I’m not standing here another second watching you doubt yourself.”


Her eyes flew to his, widening in surprise. “How…I mean…” she trailed off, confused.


He grinned slightly, “I’ve made a study of you. I know your moods. Your thoughts.” He leaned down again to press a soft kiss on her temple. “Your wants,” he whispered softly. Another kiss, this one on her cheek, “Your desires.” Yet another at the corner of her mouth. He felt the slow shudder run through her. He lifted his dark head, knowing eyes meeting confused brown.


“Why?” she whispered.


He didn’t say anything. Instead, he took her hand in his, raising her trembling fingers to his lips. He kissed her finger tips one-by-one, watching her eyes drift closed. He kissed the inside of her wrist, his tongue flicking lightly over her jumping pulse. She sighed as she opened her eyes, beginning to glaze, and looked at him. He tugged gently on her hand and she let him lead her across the hallway to the empty study. Closing the door behind them, shutting out the party. He stepped over to a side table and flipped on the lamp sitting there. He turned back to her, still standing just inside the door. He slowly stalked over to her, his eyes holding hers.


His hand reached up, long fingers lightly stroking her cheek as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. He kept looking at her face, watching as her gaze moved down to his mouth before returning to his eyes. When hers fluttered closed, he gently released the breath he had been holding and gently brushed his lips against hers. She leaned into him, her hands clutching the front of his shirt. His mouth moved over hers slowly, coaxing her into responding. When he heard her low moan, he fisted his hand in her hair, mouth moving demandingly over hers as she retuned his kisses, her arms winding around his neck, fingers running through his silky hair. He broke his mouth from hers, and met her eyes. His own darkening impossibly with his desire. He feasted on her bared throat, one hand pulling her head back, the other quickly moving to the buttons of her shirt. Her fingers moved to the waistband of his jeans, pulling his black t-shirt free and running her hands over the smooth warm skin of his sides and around to his back, nipping his neck as she did. He gasped and stopped his fumbling with the buttons and gripped the open top of her shirt and ripped it open, scattering the few remaining fastenings across the floor.


His mouth found hers again, hot and wet, his tongue exploring the soft recesses of her mouth, swallowing her soft gasps and moans. The broke apart only long enough for her to pull his shirt over his head before joining their mouths again in a frenzy. His hands pushed her skirt over her hips and lifted one of her legs to wrap around his lean hip, pushing her back against the hard wood of the door. His hand diving into the band of elastic of her panties, tapered fingers finding the wet heat there. She gasped and threw her head back, he ripped the scrap of satin and lace from her body and reached down to fumble with the button and zip of his jeans, shoving them down his thighs. His hands moved under her hips, lifting her from the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms locked tight around his shoulders. He broke his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes as he entered her with a low growl. Giving her a moment to adjust to him, he started rocking slowly in and out of her heat. When he heard her sigh and felt her moving against him he increased the speed of his thrusts. He felt her muscles clench around his length and felt her body begin to shake, his mouth swallowing her cries as she reached her peak. He buried his face in her shoulder, muffling his own cries, as seconds later he followed her over. They slid down the door, ending in a pile on the floor in front of the door. His cheek resting on top of her head, arms wrapped tight around one another, trying to catch their breath.


“Why?” she asked again, softer than before.


He lifted his head and looked down at the woman in his arms. Her head was lowered, looking at the floor away from him. He placed his hand on the side of her face, moving it up to face him. She took a shuddering breath and met his black eyes with hers, searching them for an answer.


“Because you are mine.”

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I want to thank everyone for their kind reviews of “Missing You” and “At This Moment” and especially Snapes_Goddess for her challenge. I hope you enjoy this one; but please keep in mind, I am sooo not a Canon Nazi. I mean, who in their right mind would kill Snape?!?!? That just isn’t right.