Meddling

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Snape bolted upright, gasping for air.

[Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit] the litany rolled through his mind over and over. Slowly his heart returned to his chest and slowed to a more regular beat as he looked around. He was in a tidy bedroom, dimly lit by the late afternoon sunlight that peeked around the edges of the muggle tapestry covering the window. The rug he had originally been wearing was folded neatly on a chair by the door, with Miss Weasley’s clothing on top.

[V’s clothing] he corrected himself absently. [No, Miss Weasley’s… as if she’d let you call her anything else once she wakes up and realizes what’s happened… Ha, that’s if she even talks to you again old man]

Gently he tried to extricate himself from the bed, but it proved impossible to stop the springs from squeaking. Virginia moaned and rolled over, one of her arms sliding between his legs. Snape jumped at the sudden contact, the now almost familiar electrical rush zinging through his limbs. His hand automatically went to cup her head as she rolled over and he was stroking the silky flame of her hair be he he could stop himself. She stirred at his touch.

‘Hmmurgh…. Morning.’ She stretched languidly and stifled a large yawn. ‘Breakfast?’ She began a naked shuffle towards the kitchen, muttering to her wand to procure the morning coffee.

Snape blinked and quickly stood up to follow the deliciously full backside, unable to tear his eyes from her milk and cinnamon skin. He caught himself at the doorway and paused to put on the green linen dressing down that hung over the edge of the door.

[No need to scare her any more then she has been already, just try and keep her calm enough to find out if there’s a Floo anywhere nearby] his chest clenched at the thought of using what amounted to the Wizarding public transport system. He grabbed the other dressing gown from behind the door, a smoky-coloured satin. People had always tended to scream a lot when he saw them unclothed… and giggle if they caught him in such a position.

‘How do you want your coffee? Or would you prefer more tea?’ The redhead in question appeared in the doorway in all hakedaked glory.

Severus carefully averted his eyes and held out the robe. ‘Uhh, strong milky coffee, no sugar if that’s alright.’

She handed him an overly large mug. ‘Same as me, so which of us does it mean has good taste?’ she winked and strolled back into the kitchen, leaving the robe in his hand. ‘Did you want anything to eat?’

He blinked and sat down. ‘Not just yet…’ he trailed off in confusion. He hadn’t expected her to be nice to him after… whatever it was that had happened. He still wasn’t clear on what was going on. But then she had already surprised him with her less-than-discourteous welcome when he had first arrived that morning. She had been nervous and unsettled to be sure, but she hadn’t been rude or hysterical as he would have expected anyone in her situation to be. She hadn’t hexed him while he had been unconscious and had merely offered him a cup of tea instead of screaming and demanding to know where he had come from.

‘Oh shhhhhiznit.’ [Damn you Albus, damn you and your bloody Swear Jar to the seventh sphere of Hellb. Now I can’t even curse properly when I want to, and I bloody well need to right about now]

V returned with her half-full mug of coffee and flopped down on the couch, putting her feet up in Severus’ lap.

‘Something wrong?’

‘Just wondering where I am and how I got here, we didn’t realdiscdiscuss it earlier.’

‘Well, you didn’t happen to find seven anonymous letters recently did you?’ she quirked a thin eyebrow and smiled a strange little half smile. ‘The notes were charmed together to create a Portkey to wherever I was at the time, however the Portkey in question was to be your underwear… I didn’t excel in ‘foolish wand waving’ for nothing, and I rather liked the idea of you being delivered to me sans-robes. Never expected it to actually happen though, or for you to be the commando type...’ She wiggled her toes in his lap, shifting back part of his robe.

Snape’s nose turned a rather dark shade of red.

‘I’d just got up, was going to shower so wasn’t wearing any…’ he muttered.

She giggled and went back to brushing her toes gently back and forth over his belly.

‘Hey, I’m not complaining.’ She grinned. ‘It was definitely a nice surprise for after a long day. A very surprising surprise to be sure, but nice all the same.’ She reached out brusbrushed back a lock of his hair with an almost tender expression.
‘I definitely can’t complain now, I haven’t been shagged like that since … well, ever come to think of it. I’m amazed that the bed isn’t broken.’ Her sly smile quickly turned into another yawn and she went back to her coffee.

‘Are you sure? It didn’t sound too healthy when I got up. I didn’t mean to wake you.’ [Merciful Zeus, what’s happened to me? I sound almost… nice. Ordinary. Why do I feel so damn strange?]

V didn’t seem to notice his drifting off into thought.

‘You mean the springs? I have them like that on purpose, I like the noise. In case you didn’t notice, I’m a rather, ahem, vocal person.’ She grinned. ‘Thank the gods for silencing charms or there’s no doubt I’d be blacklisted for apartment rentals. Ooh, was that a smile I saw? Who are you and what have you done with my nasty old Professor?’

Snape’s half-smile vanished and he glared at the petite red-head, looking directly at her for the first time since he’d woken.

‘Much better, I was almost worried there for a second.’ She stretched licentiously and climbed into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist as she nuzzled his neck. ‘You’re extra sexy when you’re grumpy.’ She ran the tip of her tongue around the outer edge of his ear and she whispered all kinds of naughty things to him as she rocked back and forth in his lap.

He felt beyond strange now. He sat rigid as this luscious, alien woman wrapped her body around, so, so still with shock he could make out only half the things she was saying. But he could feel his blood singing, and the damp heat of her soft body through the thin robe that separated her from his own contrasting hardness. The rasp of her teeth against his neck jolted him into action and he cradled the back of her head as his fingers wandered over her back, kneading the flesh and gently stroking the sensitive dip of her spine. He gasped a quick breath and his fingers dug cruelly into her waist. She had bitten one of his nipples quite sharply and shssedssed her approval at his reaction, his cock twitching against her belly as her breath sucked the warmth from his damp skin.

‘Wicked girl.’ He grabbed the back of her head, tangling his fingers firmly in her hair and pulling her up for a fierce kiss. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘I’m think I’m going to fuck my ex-professor. Again.’

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