In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

In the Dungeon Deep and Dark – chapter 13







After having successfully guided Severus through the consumer minefield known as Supermarkets, Georgia set about making the dinner. As a 37 year old bachelor and Potions Master, Severus assumed he was the only one capable of cooking. He had not bargained on Georgia’s Irish Muggle heritage and the fact that she had been helping her Mum and Gran cook since she was a child. He conceded to her request to cook for him that night out of curiosity rather than faith in her ability and he told her so. In retribution, she allotted to him kitchen skivvy duty, peeling and chopping carrots onions and swede while she diced lamb and potatoes. Somehow, preparing vegetables side by side in that tiny kitchen seemed less of a chore. It was cosy, standing so close together and sharing responsibility for the meal they would share, comfortable in each other’s company. He watched her while she prepared the dumplings, something he had never made himself but could vaguely remember his mother making when he was very young. It brought a small smile to his face to see her with flour on her nose and jeans, so domestic. She put the large pot full of stew on the hob and went to clean herself up.



While Severus cleared away the utensils they had used, he heard a tapping at the window. He opened it to allow Owl entrance. Attached to his leg was a letter for Georgia in an unfamiliar script. He placed it on the table and went to tell her. He found her in the kitchen, having changed into a light summer dress. She was tossing more ingredients and herbs into the pot surreptitiously. She had said it was a secret family recipe but he was sure his experienced nose could discern rosemary and marjoram among the aromas. He had the faintest feeling that she was teasing him about the alleged secrecy of the recipe.



“You look... nice.” He said lamely. She did indeed look very nice but the words once spoken did not do her justice.



“Thank you Severus.” She replied with a smile. She was, after all, a girl of simple tastes and needed no fancy words of flattery from him, she was just happy to be with him.



“You have a letter on the table.” He told her. Puzzled, she followed him into the sitting room. When he handed it to her she went very pale.



“Something wrong?” he asked, immediately on edge.



“It’s from Mum and Dad.” She said softly. Severus frowned and nodded his understanding as she sat on the tatty sofa, opening the Muggle paper envelope and withdrawing the letter within.





‘Dear Georgia,

We were very upset to hear from Headmaster Dumbledore that you had left the school following the dismissal of one of his staff for Gross Misconduct. I should have hoped that in this sort of situation you would have written to us first, explaining the situation. We were most disappointed. As it is, your letter did little to allay our fears. I cannot believe you engaged in an affair with your schoolteacher! This is out of character for you and I cannot say I am happy to hear it. Your father was furious. He wanted to go down to London and bring you home himself. What about your exams? I know we know little about your world but from what you told us, I understand that to be a Healer is quite a respectable career, surely better than a mere shop girl?



I know you fancy yourself in love with this man but you are just a girl of 18. This man was in a position of authority over you. No doubt you found him fascinating and easy to trust. I wonder how much influence he had over you. You say you think of him as a hero, but really, how heroic can a teacher be? And how much older is he? You never said exactly and the omission doesn’t bode well, I must say.



I don’t want for us to fall out over this and I have talked it over with your father. We agree that, although we don’t approve, we will not interfere. Just know that we are here if you change your mind and you are welcome home whenever you like. If you do not change your mind, if your love is indeed true, then we shall be happy for you. Of course, we should like to meet this teacher of yours either way, to get to know him ourselves. Please keep in touch, we miss you and love you very much.



Love, Mum and Dad.’





While she was reading Severus sat beside her, reading over her shoulder. At first, he had merely placed a reassuring arm around her shoulder. The more she read, the more upset she became and she soon found his arms wrapped around her, his head on her shoulder whispering soothingly while she buried her tear stained face in the soft wool of his coat.



“Why don’t they understand?” she whispered hoarsely.



“You are very young and it is very sudden. They have never heard of me, let alone met me.” He replied softly, soothingly in explanation.



“I may be eighteen, but I know how much I love you Severus.” She defended.



“I know you do. I love you too Georgia.” He placated, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair. “Come; let us not allow that lovely stew of yours to spoil. Let’s have dinner and we can forget about your parents till tomorrow.” He suggested, leading her to the kitchen to serve up two generous bowls of Irish stew and dumplings.



He was pleasantly surprised with how good it was, simple though it were. He delighted in the memories of childhood it evoked, from the soft and doughy dumplings, to the pearl barley he hadn’t noticed her adding. She watched him expectantly while he ate.



“Very well, I take it back. You are a good cook.” He sighed. It was worth the gall of admitting he was wrong to see her smile again after her upsetting letter. It had put a downer on their first day in their new home. Although it was spring, the evenings grew dark early and soon they were afforded a lovely view from their front room of Diagon Alley in sunset. The lamps cast a soft glow over the two while they finished their meal.





“An early night, I think, would be best. We open the shop tomorrow.” Snape said gently.



He took the dishes into the kitchen and set them to wash themselves in the sink. He put a stasis charm on the rest of the pot of stew. She had made rather too much for two people but it would do for lunch when they were working. They would neither of them have the time to cook anything tomorrow. When he came out into the hall he noticed she had doused the lamps in the front room and was in the bedroom getting ready for bed. She had removed her dress and was stood brushing her long dark hair in only her lacy white underwear. He crept silently up behind her and removed the brush from her grasp.



“Allow me to help you with that.” He whispered silkily in her ear, pressing his chest against her back and running his fingers down her sides, causing her to draw her breath in sharply.



He placed his hands flat over her hips, drawing her back so she was pressed fully against him, making her full aware of the effect she had on him. Silently he led her to the bed, drawing back the blankets and counterpane and laying her gently down on the soft mattress. He removed his coat and toed off his boots and socks before returning to her, kissing her softly, gently, while his hands traced soft circles over her body, gently, slowly, teasingly over every inch of her skin. She felt as though his touches left a trail of fire over her flesh, light though they were.



She could see the love and desire in his fathomless black eyes. Slowly and softly he kissed her, trailing his kisses over her neck, collarbone and shoulder, then returning to her mouth, kissing her deeper than before. Still his hands moved slowly down over her ribs, swirling over her soft belly, pinching at her hips and bottom gently, then slowly over the outside of her thighs. He broke the kiss only to lean back on his heels, his hands still making their tortuous journey down her legs.



She was already breathing heavily and he hadn’t even touched her breasts, let alone her aching core. Equally slowly he drew his thumbs up the inside of her calves, pressing his palms and fingers firmly over the inside of her thighs when he paused to kiss her knees. He resumed his relentless torture, teasing his hands further up her thighs, placing little wet kisses up the insides of her thighs still pointedly ignoring the arousal he could certainly smell from the position he was in, even if by some miracle he missed the damp patch that was obvious in her underwear. Her scent was heady, musky and intoxicating to him. He longed to bury his face in her dark damp curls and taste her sticky sweetness but tonight was something he had been waiting a long time for; no interruptions, no broken rules, just him and his witch in their own home and their own bed.



With every ounce of patience he possessed he slowly removed her underwear, leaving her bare. Again he pulled back to look at her. Her skin was flushed, eyes half closed in delight and her hair tousled and strewn over his pillow. She was all his, just waiting for him.



“Beautiful. Simply beautiful my love.” He whispered as he removed his shirt and trousers. She reached out to him, stroking his skin wherever she could reach. She blushed deeper at his praise, and his unabashed appreciation of her naked form. His glittering gaze passed slowly over her and she could almost feel it. She could see the evidence of his arousal and she found it as erotic and enticing as she had that first time she had seen him naked. Now, just as then, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his thin, wiry frame. Only now she knew how strong that body was, despite his leanness. She knew every inch of that flesh, knew how talented was that tongue which had previously been a weapon to eviscerate witless students. Now, as opposed to that cold January night, she knew how good it felt to feel him inside her, have his arms wrapped around her tightly. And she wanted it again and again.



“Severus.” She gasped, a plea and a prayer. He bent to kiss her once more, his body flush with hers, his hardness pressing against her hip instead of the place she most wanted its pressure.



“Please Severus, don’t tease me anymore.” She begged.



“Oh Georgia.” He whispered fondly, tenderly brushing a lock of hair from her face, entering her slowly, inching his length into her soft wet heat, filling her entirely.

She gasped in pleasure, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly. They remained still in that intimate embrace for a moment, as physically close as possible. They revelled in the contact; pressed cheek to cheek, legs entwined and arms wrapped around each other. They felt their hearts beating close together, so fast. When they looked into each other’s eyes there was a depth to their connection in that moment; an unspoken something that somehow they knew this was going to last.



Slowly, determinedly, Severus began to move, filling her entirely, then withdrawing slowly once more, caressing her skin reverently; breasts, stomach, arms, hips. He worshipped every inch of her. She was his alone and freely given. He had been her first and her only and she loved him. She knew he was a cranky, greasy antisocial bastard and yet she still wanted him. And by god, he wanted her too. She was like a missing piece of him, one he hadn’t realised he had lost till he found it. She was his heart.



He felt her climax approaching and sped up his thrusts, increasing the pressure along with the pace. She reached up and tangled one hand in his hair, drawing his head down to hers for a soft but deep kiss, settling her other hand in the small of his back encouraging him on and willing him to hit that sweet spot that would have her falling apart in his arms. He moved his head to her breast, suckling one taut nipple and she exploded beneath him in fits of pleasure, bucking against him and clutching him to her, gasping silently instead of screaming. He stilled on top of her, kissing her once more.



“Are you alright?” he asked quietly.



“Yes, very.” She replied with a daft smile.



“Good, then I’ll continue.” He replied with a smirk.



He began entering and withdrawing from her slowly again at excruciatingly slow pace, allowing her time to recover from her climax. Soon enough, her hips began moving to meet his strokes, thrusting against him encouragingly. This time, he increased his pace sooner, thrusting harder into her, nestling his head on her chest and lavishing her breasts with kisses. It was not long before she was clutching at his shoulders, gasping and moaning as she came again, this time calling his name at her completion. He did not slow again; rather he pounded her deeper and harder, sucking her breasts and kneading her arse as he buried his member deeper into her, releasing his seed into her with a gasp. He remained above her, softening within her and again kissing her with tenderness and emotion that few would believe him capable of.



“Sleep now my love.” He whispered as he withdrew from her, lying beside her and drawing her near. Her head barely made his chest her pillow before her eyes fluttered in exhaustion.



“Goodnight love.” She mumbled before sleep claimed her.