Bound in Leather

right then, let\'s get on with it. no point beating round the bush or anything here. let\'s get straight to business. this is to inform you, regretfully, that i have no connection with j.k. rowling or any of her wonderful harry potter characters. i am merely making use of some of them to stimulate my already overactive imagination. i will return them when finished. i promise. and you may as well know that i am making no money from this. it\'s only to amuse myself with.

as usual, i will put a standing raunch warning in at this stage. it seems that severus has gotten a taste for sex and he\'s now quite randy. sex god to the nth degree. not that i mind or anything. it is quite... yummy to sit through. just so you know, be ready to jump the nearest man\'s bones, should one of those smut scenes pop up. just letting you know.

and, as always, reviews are nice. if you should leave one, please be kind. no need to be nasty. make helpful comments, if you feel the need, but i will warn you now. do not flame me. should you chose to do so, i will use it to roast your ass. as it is, the dragon is getting testy. boredom is a bitch, you know.

Chapter Thirteen: A Step in the Right Direction
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Remus watched Severus pace back and forth across the floor of the empty airport terminal, his grin discretely hidden behind the Muggle newspaper he was reading. He had never in his life seen Severus Snape so discomposed as he was at present. The Potions Master was the most rigid person he\'d ever met. To see him in such a state of panic was both refreshing and amusing.

They were awaiting word from the man who had been sent to fetch Alasdair. It had been well over a month since Severus had last seen her and the man had been a total prat during that time. He had finally given in to everyone\'s insistence that he bring her out to a show. None of them enjoyed his sour disposition in the slightest. And so it was that Severus had given in, deciding that he had no choice but to use magic to bring Alasdair to him.

It wasn\'t surprising to Remus to find that several of the people who were permanently employed by Severus were actually squibs. It enabled him to do certain things without fear of discovery. What had been surprising was the fact that said squibs were Americans with training in specific fields. The pilots who flew his private jet, for instance, were squibs. So were the attendants that brought everything to the passengers during the flight. His chauffer was a squib, as well. He\'d even found out that the man who worked as a body guard for the rest of the band was a squib. When Remus had learned that the band had tried to get Severus to use the body guard exclusively, he\'d been hard pressed to contain his laughter.

Severus Snape was the last man alive who needed a body guard. Remus knew that emphatically.

Severus had sent his small army of squib employees off to fetch Alasdair to him. The private jet had flown from Los Angeles International Airport to the airport in Minneapolis-St.Paul to pick her up. One of the flight attendants had been armed with a port key and a mild sleeping draught. He had even gone do far as to call Alasdair on the Muggle telephone thing and request that she come out to their L.A. show. She had sounded very happy when she\'d accepted.

Remus knew that Severus worried almost incessantly about Alasdair\'s health. The two men had spoken after Severus\' little jaunt to see the girl at her place of work. Remus hadn\'t told Severus about his visit to her mother until after it was said and done. He\'d told the dark man about his suspicions regarding Aletha\'s prolonged illness. Severus\' mouth had set in a very thin line when Remus had laid his conclusions out on the table. Both men knew that the step-father would not survive a confrontation with the other, should it happen that way.

The ringing of a cell phone startled both men out of their thoughts, though Remus couldn\'t be certain what Snape\'s thoughts were. He wasn\'t sure he cared to know. He didn\'t need to see what kind of smutty images were flashing through the other man\'s brain. That was just too much information, as far as Remus was concerned. He watched as Severus pulled the small contraption from his pocket,flipping it open and jabbing at a key on the thing with one finger before putting it to his ear. \'Yes?\' he drawled into the Muggle device.

There was a moment or two of silence, then a heavy sigh filled the silence of the room. It meant that they were ready to port key with Alasfdair\'s slumbering form into the airport. Both men unconsciously looked to the entrance of the terminal, glad to note that the spell Severus had cast to allow them to go unnoticed seemed to be working. It was nothing fancy, merely a distraction spell to send the person\'s eyes elsewhere should they stare at the terminal for too long. \'Very good. Use it,\' Severus\' voice filled the silence.

He flipped the cell phone shut, tucking it back into his pocket. He nodded to Remus, then stepped back to the edges of the room. Remus followed suit. It took only a few moments before the two figures appeared in the middle of the room. Severus\' chauffer held Alasdair\'s limp form in his arms, cradling the woman as if she were a mere child. The former Death Eater moved to where the man stood, carefully taking her from him. He stood her on her feet, then drew his wand and muttered the spell to wake her over her head.

Alasdair yawned, her eyes fluttering up as she stretched in his arms. Looking around at the terminal and the men around her, it was plain to see that she was rather confused. Smiling at them in chagrin, she disentangled herself from Severus\' arms. \'Are you alright?\' he asked her. \' I had to come onto the plane to get you. The crew says you fell asleep almost as soon as you got on.\'

\' I guess I\'m more tired than usual. I\'ve been working really long hours at the diner lately,\' she shrugged as if it was no big deal. She smiled when Remus came over to stand by her, then gave him a hug. She went up on tip-toes to kiss his cheek. \' I\'m alright. I really am.\'

Severus glowered at her as if he didn\'t believe her. She smirked up at him, then moved back to his side. Slipping her arm around his waist, she leaned against him. Remus saw the twitch of the other man\'s lips, then his arm went about her shoulders to hold her close. He cast his glance at Remus, letting him know that it was time to go ahead of them and lift the spell. Remus wandered ahead, one hand before him to end the spell. Alasdair never noticed, looking at Severus in an manner that made one think she hadn\'t seen him in years, not weeks.

The group made their way out of the airport, catching the eye of many women and some young men, as well. Whispers were heard, and they were sure they know that people were wndering if they were actually seeing Severus Snape, the Rock God or someone who only looked like him. The limo was pulled up against the curb, awaiting them. The silent man who drove it opened the door, allowing Severus, Remus, and Alasdair to get in. Then he shut the door and moved for the driver\'s seat.

They rode in silence, Al snuggling into Severus\' side. She had a supremely content look on her face, and neither one noticed the silence. Remus merely grinned to himself, glad to see that someone had been able to crack the hard shell the man kept around his heart to guard it. Perhaps in time, she would do what no one thought possible. She would make the man feel again.

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The strains of the guitar were both soft and heavy, the pulsing beat of the bass a very low throb underneath. Al stood at the edge of the stage, watching the band. They were playing their final encore, Led Zepplin\'s \"Kashmir.\" The song was one of her favorites by the group, and hearing it sung in Severus\' dead sexy voice was enough to make her panties wet. She had missed him the last month. So much so that she had spent more time than usual at work. It was obvious that she was not quite her normal self. As she had told Severus, she was always tired. Perhaps she was overdoing it at work. But better that than going home to face Kevin. His moods seemed to be deteriorating, and Al wanted to avoid that as much as possible.

She had spent much of her free time thinking over what he had told her. The more she thought on it, the more it sounded to her like he was asking her to trust him. To tell him what her life was like. And she was so tempted to give in. To let him take control of her life for a while. She knew he would keep her safe. She just couldn\'t seem to let go of herself enough to trust him. To tell him. She didn\'t want to go from one terrible situation to another. And she certainly didn\'t want to think that she was one of those women who was couldn\'t see the trouble that was right under her nose. She really did want to trust him. She just didn\'t know if she could trust herself.

It was hard for her to lay her trust in anyone. She had spent quite some time watching her mother give her trust to Kevin and getting treated like shit for her efforts. Sometimes, Al didn\'t think that Kevin had ever loved her mother. That he had married her for some secret agenda. she wished she was better able to care for her mother. Then she\'d get them both out. She didn\'t want to rely on anyone for anything. And she certainly didn\'t want to be known as a charity case. She was in a quandry, and she didn\'t know how to get herself out of it.

Shaking her head to clear the melancholy that had gripped her brain, she focused on the stage once more. It was just in time to hear the last strains of the song fade away. The crowd cheered loudly, the sound rising up to fill the stadium. The noise echoed around the large space, growing in volume until it was far more deafening than anything she had ever heard. The lights on the stage faded as the band exited. She watched as Severus made his way directly to her. She slipped into his arms for a brief hug. His arms slipped from her, and he inclined his head toward the hall that lead to the dressing rooms.

The main dressing room was bustling with activity. The band had already surged in and taken over, a small bevy of women in the corner. They were talking among themselves, tittering with the thought that they would soon be coupling up with some of the most sought after men in the music business. Al sat on the leather sofa, watching as Turlough, Fallon, and Jesse moved toward the gathering of fresh meat. It was a terrible way to think of other women, but it seemed to be an accurate description.

Every night, there was someone new and fresh to warm their beds. Deek was the only one, other than Severus, who stayed with the same person. She watched as Clarette slipped up under the drum god\'s arm and gave him a suggestive smile. Al knew well enough what that look was supposed to mean. And it sounded like a very good idea. She would use the restroom, then drag Severus off to ravish him properly. The thought put a huge grin on her face, and she set out to do just that.

It was some ten minutes later that she found her way back into the dressing room, only to find her spot on the couch had been taken by a brunette she\'d never seen before. The woman leaned against Severus, her ample bosom pressed none too innocently along his arm. His face was blank, devoid of emotion as always, but he was at least granting the woman responses to her questions. For a moment, Alasdair felt a stab of jealousy knife her in the belly. It was not a pleasant feeling at all.

\'Don\'t mind her, Al. She\'s got as much chance with Severus as she does with Deek. Besides, with exception of you, he hasn\'t ever done one of the groupies more than that one night,\' Clarette said in her ear, having to shout a little to be heard over the chatter and music. She turned blue eyes to Clarette\'s dark ones with a frown.

\'More than one night? You mean she\'s slept with him before?\' Al tried not to sound like she was jealous or hurt or any other number of feelings that she wouldn\'t admit to. Clarette nodded, turning her attention to the couple on the couch.

\'Yes. She was his flavor of the moment when we were in Georgia. About a month before he met you. I had to listen to her go on and on about how great a fuck he was,\' she said. When Al remained silent for a long space of time, she turned to look at the other girl once more. It was plain to see by the look on the younger woman\'s face that she was thinking things Clarette knew not to be true. \' Al, are you alright?\' she asked.

\'Am I the flavor of the moment, then?\' Alasdair asked softly. Clarette could hear the confusion and uncertainty and wondered where this had come from. She knew that Alasdair had never worried about her position with Severus. Until now. She narrowed her gaze on the two on the couch for a moment or two, then turned back to Al to smile at her.

\'You are not, and you know it. He has feelings for you. I\'m sure of it. I just can\'t say what those feelings are. Other than Remus, you know him better than the rest. Look at him and tell me that he\'s considering that other woman for anything other than dismemberment,\' Clarette prodded with an assured tone.

Al turned to look at the two again, using her mind to really see the scene before her. Not what her heart told her to see. Severus sat rigidly against the leather covered piece of furniture, his back almost painfully straight. The expression he wore on his face was far more than his normal one. It was blank. So blank that is was too void of emotion. As if he were holding it that way so as not to betray his true feelings. One of his hands curled around the back of the sofa while the other was clenched in his lap. To anyone who didn\'t know him, they would think he was merely bored. But Al knew better.

Severus was trying to hang onto his temper with the woman, so that he didn\'t strangle her. He wanted to be there no more than she did. She smiled. It seemed that Clarette knew what she was talking about. Smiling at the other woman, Al dropped a kiss onto her cheek then made her way across the floor to where the two of them sat.

Severus looked up at her, offering her a faint lifting of his lips. The brunette next to him glanced up at her and frowned. The sitting woman studied Al from head to toe, obviously measuring her against some unknown qualifier. \'Go find someone else\'s bed to warm, honey. This one fucks like there\'s no tomorrow. He\'s mine,\' she stated, laying her arm along the back of the couch behind Severus.

\' I wasn\'t aware that you were going to toss me over for some two bit tart, Severus,\' Al said in her cattiest tone. The other woman\'s brown eyes snapped up to her face, narrowing in ill disguised dislike. She noted with satisfaction that his lips twitched violently with the urge to smirk.

\' I had no intentions of doing so, Alasdair. I simply could not disentangle her arms from my person. Honestly,\' he added, making sure to stare at Al with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. \' It\'s rather like one being tangled up in a net. The more one struggles, the more caught one becomes.\'

The brunette looked from Alasdair to Severus, a scowl on her face. Neither of them were sure the woman had understood the barb thrown her way. A fact that was ultimately humourous. She stood, moving close to Al until she stood toe to toe with her. The groupie lowered her head so that she could stare straight into Al\'s eyes. \'I had him before you did. I\'ll be taking him back,\' she said simply, her tone full of the assurance that what she said would happen. There was no animosity to it, only a statement of truth as the woman saw it. Al smiled at her.

\'Severus is not a thing to be passed around from one to the next. He is a thinking individual, and who he wants to be with is his choice. Not yours or mine,\' Al replied steadily. She crossed her arms over her chest, assuming a position she had seen Severus in time and again. He smirked at her posture, so much like his own and yet not. He was impressed with her words. Very few people of his acquaintance understood that he did have a mind of his own and he was well able to use it.

\'This man likes to fuck as much as the next rock star. As much as the next man. I don\'t see how who he fucks should matter. One of us is as good as the other. I happened to be here first,\' the brunette replied. Alasdair laughed, obviously not intimidated by her claims.

\'While it\'s true that I like to fuck,\' Severus drawled, slipping off the couch to move over and stand behind Alasdair. \' I do not intend to fuck you. Now I suggest you leave before I let her kick your arse. She is quite accomplished at dealing with unruly groupies.\'

Al couldn\'t help the snigger that escaped her at the mention of the one groupie she had fought with. A smile stretched her lips, then she was laughing out right. Severus slipped one arm around her shoulders, leading her away from the gaping woman toward the door. \'You son-of-a-bitch!\' the woman\'s voice was shrill as she threw herself out off the couch. Severus stopped, barely glancing at her over his shoulder. \' I came all the way out here for you!\'

\'And I\'m flattered. Perhaps one of you would care to explain the way things are at present to her as you escort her to the exit. Now, good night. Alasdair and I have some talking to do,\' he said softly, then continued on out the door while pulling Al along with him. The two of them could hear the angry spluttering from the room behind them.

\'Talk?\' Alasdair giggled as he helped her into the front seat of his car. This one happened to be a Dodge Viper. The exterior was painted black as sin, while the inside was a mix of gray dash and steering wheel and dark emerald green leather upholstery. The seat was terribly comfy as it wrapped around her body, lulling her into a state of half consciousness. She was startled out of her near sleep when the engine of the car turned off. She looked up to find them parked before a tall, elegant looking hotel. Then Severus was standing by her door, holding it open for her.

She allowed him to help her from the vehicle, shivering when she felt his hand slide around her back to rest on her opposite hip. She was aware of him in a way that she was aware of very few people. Whatever the scent was that clung to him always tickled her nose when she was near him, heightening the arousal he could always bring to the surface with a mere look. His hands were always sure, no matter what they were engaged in, and his voice was to die for. It washed over her like silk, sending desire running through her veins, when he was talking to her about intimate matters.

They were silent as usual when they walked into the hotel lobby, then to the elevator. Neither noticed the looks that were sent their way. Mostly in appreciation for a man who\'s appeal lay not in his looks, but his attitude. And for a woman who had an inner beauty that seemed to shine brightly around her like a brilliant halo. The elevator arrived, the doors sliding open to allow them access. The two of them were the only ones in the car, and Alasdair was tempted to pin Severus to the wall of the moving car and help him out of his clothes. She knew that he disliked public displays, though, so she contained herself. But only until the door to his suite closed behind them.

Candles lit the room, casting flickering light about the space. Alasdair took a moment to wonder how that had been done, as she hadn\'t seen anyone in the halls when they\'d come off the elevator. She lost the thought, though, when she looked at Severus. He was sex incarnate, and he was all hers.

He opened his mouth to say something, only to find Alasdair in his arms. She brought her lips to his, her tongue slipping into his mouth easily. He started at the sudden invasion, but relaxed soon enough. His hands found their way up over her shoulders, his long fingers tunnelling into her hair as he urged her closer. She was not the one who normally started their sport, so this was an interesting and welcome change. It seemed that his body agreed with his brain, as his cock went immediately hard.

Her hands settled at first on his hips, fingers curling into them as she held him close. They only stayed there a moment or two, then walked along his back and down to his bum. He found that he rather liked this more aggresive side of her. Particularly when her fingers curled over the contours of his bottom and squeezed heartily. It was actually a rather pleasant sensation. Her mouth was demanding of his, her tongue thrusting along his own in a somewhat forceful manner. It sent peculiar shafts of strong desire straight to his already painfully tight groin.

Just as he thought that he would have the opportunity to take over the kiss, Alasdair pulled back from him and gave him a narrow eyed look. He wondered what she was about, as it looked to him that she was pissed off at him. She stepped back a few paces, her eyes travelling over the length of him. Once again, she took up his favored position. Her arms crossed over her chest, pushing up her plentiful breasts for him to admire. He still thought it funny that she managed to copy his stance so well and so poorly all at once.

\'You look as if you\'ve swallowed a serious of nasty drinks in rapid succession. Is there some reason for this, or are you trying to impress me with your varied library of facial expressions?\' he asked her, smirking at her.

\'You\'ve kept away from me for an entire month! You bastard! Not only was I lonely, but I\'ve been horny and in desperate need. I should make you pay for letting me suffer for so long,\' she told him, her gaze raking over his long, lean frame with a predatory gaze. A raven black brow lifted at this. \' In fact, I believe I will.\'

Severus watched as she turned from him and began looking about the room. She was in and out of the closet, bathroom and bedroom. When she finally stood before him some five minutes later, she had her hands closed and fisted over something. He stared at her, wondering what was going through that pretty little head of hers. \'Strip!\' she commanded without preamble.

His brow lifted a second time, but he saw the determination in her eyes and decided that he didn\'t want to argue. By the looks of it, she would prove to be as tenacious as any Gryffindor out to make his life an interminable hell. And there was the fact that he was harder than steel at present and he wanted nothing more than to lay her on the bed and fuck her senseless. Silently, he took three steps back and began to remove his clothing.

His hands worked slowly at the buttons on his shirt, making the six of them take far longer than was necessary. It was a sensuous act, his fingers caressing each of the buttons as he slid them from their holes. Her eyes never wavered, watching as he moved on to the ties that held his trousers firnly in place. He\'d wondered, when he\'d first got this particular pair, why men and women alike wore them. Now, they were one of his most favorite pairs. The waist band sat low on the hips, dipping well beneath his naval. It gave one an unobstructed view of the flat plane of his stomach and lead the eye naturally to his crotch.

As if he were performing a sort of dance, he slipped the shirt off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. Then he worked the skin tight trousers down his legs. He bent at the waist to untie his boots, then stood and toed them off. He watched as her gaze raked the length of him, the desire she felt burning feverishly in her eyes. It was something of an aphrodisiac to know that he could do this to a woman. To many women. And he really hadn\'t done anything other than look at her. \'On the bed,\' she ordered, her tone low and full of need. He smiled at this, then moved over to lay on the bed.

When he was properly laid out on the mattress, Al moved over to kneel by the bed. He felt her hand on his wrist. She pulled his arm up to the corner of the bed, then slipped the end of the belt from the hotel robe over his hand. She knelt, securing it to the leg of the bed. When she stood, the tension told him that she had tied his arm tightly. She repeated the process on the other wrist, then moved to the end of the bed. When she stood and looked at him fully once more, he was bound to the bed at all four corners. \'Alasdair?\' he asked her, his tone of voice conveying every ounce of his unease. He really disliked not being in control.

\' In payment for ignoring me for so long, I intend to torture you with my body for the rest of the night,\' she replied airily. He could see her gaze was locked on the stiff length of his cock, and he swore she was drooling. He smirked at her, testing the strength of his bonds. They were far too secure. He could, of course, magic them away. But he didn\'t think he could explain that to her, and he really didn\'t want to at present. He would just have to let her have her way for the moment. He heaved a melodramatic sigh. Damn his luck.

She sat on the bed, looking down at him with a rather pleased smirk on her face. He took this to mean that she was happy with the results. Before he could urge her to act with either spoken word or facial expression, she leaned over him and drew one of his nipples into her mouth. He hissed in pleasure as her teeth scraped over the small nub, his back arching up toward her. He shivered when he felt her hand close about his erection, the extremity stroking up and down slowly.

Al looked him in the face, her smile both wanton and wicked at once. Severus decided then and there that he liked this side of her and was anxiously awaiting her next move. It didn\'t take long for her to make it. Her hand lifted from his hardened member to slip betweeen his splayed thighs and clutch gently at her balls. He groaned when her fingers squeezed ever so slightly. That move would have stiffened him up, had he not already been. She kept her gaze locked on his as she massaged his testicles, her nimble digits confirming that his sac was full and firming up with his own sense of need. She was so going to enjoy this.

With the ease of a dancer, she climbed up over his closest thigh and settled between them in one swift movement. Her hand never left the prize it held, her unoccupied one settling onto the mattress to use for leverage. He found himself terribly impressed with the move. She flicked her gaze casually to his, then lowered her head. Her hair tickled his inner thighs while her mouth closed over the head of his straining erection so torturously slowly. He pressed his lips together more firmly. He was not about to start groaning now. The play had only just begun, and he wasn\'t about to give in so early.

Severus found his hips shooting up the small amount they could when he felt Alasdair\'s tongue run up and down the length of his engorged shaft. It seemed she meant what she\'d said about torturing him. She was going to do it. In the most evil and tantalizingly languid way possible. When she brought her tongue up to swirl about his head, the tip slipping into the tiny slit on top, he nearly came undone with the feeling. It was sheer bliss and absolute pain to have her go at him the way she was.

As slowly as she could manage, she lowered her open mouth down onto him. He found himself engulfed in the hot, moist recesses of her mouth. She only stopped when the very tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat. Glancing up at him through the fringe of bangs that hung over her eyes, she swallowed. Her throat muscles clenched tightly on his head a moment, squeezing him until he wanted to beg for mercy. Then she let up, and began a slow climb up his length. When he was almost completely free of her mouth, she plunged back down to take him in all the way again.

He lost track of time. He only knew that it felt wonderful to have her closed so tightly over his aching flesh, to thrust the small way up into her welcoming mouth each time she pushed herself down onto him. It was heavenly, and it was far too much. In a short amount of time, what he thought was too short, he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell. Just before he was sure he was going to come off, she pulled her mouth away from him and sat back on her heels to smirk at him.

\'Do you need relief, Severus?\' she asked in a low, sultry tone of voice that had his erection jerking in reaction. She smiled at him, staring at him for a few moments. She was glad that his head was propped up on the pillows behind it, as it made what she had planned next far easier. She spread her thighs, noting with satisfaction that his eyes were drawn immediately toward her exposed pussy. Relishing the power she had over him for the moment, she let her hands creep between her thighs.

She heard his sharp intake of breath when a single finger slid deep into her dripping core. Her eyes closed as she began stroking herself. He could hear the squelching that bespoke of her being intensely aroused. He pulled at his bonds, wanting nothing more than to break them so he could drag her to the bed beneath him and bury himself deep within her body. Instead, she continued to finger herself, her thumb dropping down to press on her clit.

Her back arched, thrusting her breasts toward him. She made a small noise in the back of her throat. He watched her hand, noting how she sped up and slowed down at odd intervals. His gaze flicked up to her nipples, noting that they were tight. He knew she was aroused and would be orgasming in only a matter of moments. A sound came out of her mouth, sort of a half moan, half wail, then her body went rigid. He looked back to where her hand was stuffed inside of her body. Her fingers were buried as deep as she could get them. He could see her muscles rippling and shivering violently as she came.

After several moments, her eyes opened and she saw him watching her. Smiling, she withdrew her hand, then inched forward. He watched as she lifted up on her knees while her hand circled his shaft. She knelt over him, then guided his cock into her still quivering pussy. She moaned loudly when she sat fully on top of him, burying his stiff erection deep within her body. He sighed to feel her tight and welcoming flesh close around him. \'You feel so good, Alasdair,\' he groaned when she began to shift on him.

She said nothing, merely worked her hips up and down on his erect member. It was divine to have him stuffed into her body, moving in and out like he was. Even if she was the one who was doing the moving. She let her mind drift away, her hips plunging up and down on his cock of their own accord. Her hands lifted to her breasts, tweaking the nipples hard.

Severus watched Alasdair bob up and down on his crotch, how her face was contorted already with an impending orgasm. It appeared that she was as turned on by her act as he was. It wouldn\'t take much to bring her over the edge. His eyes left her face, dropping to where they were joined. He watched her ride him, watched himself slip in and out of her body. It was a heady sight, to see himself disappear into her clutching center. It made his groin tighten with the need to orgasm.

\'Oh yes!\' she hissed as she felt him swell within her rippling channel. She was near her own climax, so she rode him harder, faster. His hips rocked up to meet hers, driving his shaft deep into her body. Her hands left her breasts, one of them moving down to slip between their bodies. She arched the moment her finger tip touched her clit, her body shattering as it clenched tight in release. She stopped moving, her muscles locking over his thick member.

His hips shoved himself deep into her body as his balls clenched tight. He groaned long and loud when he flet his cock swell one last time. Then it was twitching with in her, and then he was cumming. Long spurts of his hot seed were pumped into her body as he continued to slam himself into her, driving himself deep with each thrust. She was moaning, her voice slipping from low and throaty to high and breathy. Her body still convulsed around his as he drove himself deep with one final thrust. Then she was laying on top of him, sweaty and gasping for breath.

\'Untie me, Alasdair. I wish to hold you,\' he said against her ear. She shuddered at the tone, finally dragging herself off of him to untie both of his hands hand feet. When he was free, he rolled, drawing her body next to his so that she lay facing him. \'You were wonderful. That is an experience we shall have to try again.\'

\'Mmm.. \' she murmured, laying against his chest. \' I wish I could stay like this forever,\' she whispered.

Severus looked down at Alasdair as she lay snuggled in his arms. Her eyes were closed, a wide smile of contentment pulling her lips up at the corners. A light layer of sweat had gathered on her brow, glistening in the dim candle light surrounding them. She was a vision of loveliness, and looking at her gave him that peculiar pang of emotion deep in the pit of his belly. It was rather unnerving, as he found he enjoyed the feel of it immensely. Oddly, he never wanted it to end.

\'Go on tour with me,\' he insisted, surprising them both with the statement. He was only slightly less angered with himself than he could have been. He\'d been fortunate enough to make the sentence sound as if the idea had been rolling about in the back of his brain for quite some time, instead of the spur of the moment thing that it was. It would never do for people to think that he, Severus Snape, Rock God and all around bastard, hed been quite desperate when uttering those words.

\'You want to take me wiyth you?\' Alasdair asked softly, her eyelids lifting up so she could look at him. Her surprise was evident.

\'Of course. I\'ve missed you these last few weeks,\' he said in a tone that suggested what he said should be blatantly obvious to her. She propped herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him.

\'But....\' she said, then stopped and started over. \'My responsibilities are in Minnesota. There\'s my job.\'

\'Quit,\' he shrugged, very greatful that he was well versed in keeping his face and voice devoid of emotion.

\'My mother is sick. I can\'t just leave her,\' Al replied steadily.

\'Then don\'t. Bring her with. I\'ll hire a nurse to care for her until she is well again,\' he shrugged. The money meant nothing to him. It never really had. He just wanted to know that Alasdair was safe from the vile abuse her step-father heaped upon her body.

\'And when the tour is over? What then?\' she questioned, her own voice now lacking emotion. He wasn\'t sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign.

\'You would return to England with me. To my estates,\' he replied carelessly.

\'And do what? What would I do there?\'

\'Whatever you like, Alasdair. Just please,\' he said, his black gaze boring into her blue one, as if that alone would be enough to push her into doing what he wanted of her.

\' I don\'t know. It\'s a big decision,\' she gave him a faint smile. \' I need to think it over. Need to talk it over with my mother. Is that alright with you?\'

\'Of course, Alasdair,\' he told her, his lungs almost exploding as he let out the breath he\'d been holding without realizing it. Silently, he urged her down against his body once more, drawing her lips up to his to claim them in another searing kiss.

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Alasdair was surprised to see that her mother was still up when she got into the house. Even more so that she was sitting in the softest chair in the living room. Aletha smiled up at her daughter, then motioned to the couch with one hand. \'Please, Dare. Sit and talk to me before you go to bed.\'

\'What about? Are you feeling alright, Momma?\' Al sat, looking at her mother somewhat anxiously. Aletha smiled at her, nodding faintly.

\' I\'m fine, child. Did you enjoy your trip to see your young man?\' her mother asked knowingly. Alasdair couldn\'t help the blush that stained her cheeks. \' I\'ll take that as a yes,\' she chuckled. \'Tell me, sweetie. Do you care for him?\'

\'Yes, Momma. I do. I don\'t know, but I think I could love him. I know that\'s stupid, but he is the first man I\'ve met who isn\'t only after sex,\' her mother raised her brows at this. \'Oh, don\'t get me wrong. He likes that as much as the next guy. But he treats me like I have a brain. Something most men don\'t do.\'

\'He strikes me as a smart man, Dare. And his friend Remus is very nice,\' she told her. Al looked at her mother in surprise.

\'You\'ve met Remus?\' she asked, obviously shocked by this.

\'Yes, he came to the house one night when you were it work. He seems a nice enough fellow. A good pair, those two. Men you can count on. Men you can trust. Ah, well. It\'s time for an old woman to seek her bed. Good night, honey.\'

Al sat on the couchfor quite some time after how mother had retired, thinking on her words. Men you could trust. For her mother to say that, it meant something. Yes, men you could trust. Aletha was right. She could trust Severus. That was it. She would tell him. She would make sure to call him and set up a meeting, and she would tell him everything.

end chapter thirteen.
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as always, thanks to my regulars. they know who they are and why. i love you guys lots.

and, i would like to apologize to everyone reading this. it has been too long since i updated, and i\'m sorry. but all my bunnies ran away. it took forever to find them back. hopefully, it won\'t happen again too soon.

to Red: thanks so much, dear. it means bunches that you keep reading and supporting me

to DarkIsis: Remus isn\'t up to anything yet. maybe later, though. glad you\'re liking it.

to Aoibheann: so glad you are enjoying it.hope this chapter is as good as the rest.

to deblovesdragon: i had to do that to Hermione. it was just too tempting. and i couldn\'t let poor Neville remained traumatized for the rest of his life. i like him too much.

to Distraught: i\'m sorry you found that a let down. personally, i don\'t think that he was too far out of his norm. he didn\'t tell her for sympathy or a desire to share with her the sad details of his life. he told her to see if she would open up to him. sometimes, one must see that there are others who have the same problems before one can take steps to resolve them. i do hope you continue to read. that will likely be his only moment like that.

to star: rest assured he will get his. and soon. Kevin has met his match, and he will not like the consequences.

to Echo: so glad you find it a good read. i enjoy writing it. thanks, again.

to Cathy N: i\'m glad you like it. and you know... not to be conceited, but everyone tells me my smut is hot. hmmm.... if only RL was like this fic. at any rate, i hope this chapter lives up to the last ones.