Skuld: making your mind up

Chapter 14

Once again, apologies for my slowness which is due to writing in secret hehe.
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Darkness fell over the grounds and the staff and students were tucked up in bed. Mia Lay awake on top of the cool sheets of her small single bed, watching the flame of the stubby candle flicker. Sorrow was asleep on the window sill all fluffed up feathers.
She was feeling rather lonely and increasingly confused over her erstwhile lover’s wildly variable behaviour, perhaps I could go and see Hagrid tomorrow, a good cup of tea and some cake makes the world of difference sometimes she thought to herself.
So she resolved to meditate in the morning and spend a little time with the giant game keeper, possibly to bash out some of the woes of the world. Decision made, she looked at the ceiling and resolved to press on with matters. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing concentrating, feeling the air in her lungs, then feeling the awareness of her physical form, pulling away, lifting above until her body lay and empty shell whilst the dark shadow of essence slid aside and out of the room.

Down in the dungeons Professor Snape lay sleeping lightly curled beneath the bedclothes of his large four poster bed. Fitfully dreaming of flashes of images, few of which were pleasant, when the dream settled into darkness and a feeling of rest.
Rubbing his eyes he found once again he sat in the forest glade of his previous dreams. He slumped back against the truck of the tree behind him,
“I thought this ridiculous charade was finished with!” he spoke harshly, “Whatever it is you think you are achieving I assure you I am perfectly happy without your help.”
“Really Severus? Perhaps it’s been to long since you were truly happy to tell the difference.” The familiar airy voice echoed near his ear and he felt the breeze flit past his neck. As he considered his response, he felt again the sensation of another person it seemed as though the tree behind had become a human. He looked down at his black clad chest and saw that there were in fact two arms gently wrapped around his shoulders, resting lightly against his sternum. They were brown and dappled the colour of the surrounding trees bark. Feeling soft skin against his cheek he twisted around and pulled away so that he sat a few feet away staring at the unexpected sight before him. “You!” he exclaimed.
What lay at the foot of the tree was a transformed version of the new infirmary assistant, her skin an uneven tan with veins of darker and lighter pigment scattered over the surface, she was seemingly dressed in some kind of dress consisting of leaves and gossamer. Her face an even light tan this time covered with dark freckles across her cheeks and he saw that her hair appeared to be at once chestnut brown and deep forest green Severus thought she looked like a dryad from a Greek myth.
The dream Mia sat feet curled under her facing the dark potions master, and resting against the tree, “Yes, me.” She smiled at him.
“So is this what your true form is?” Severus moved a little closer, inspecting the woman’s appearance.
“One version and it varies with the season. I can look how I please here, in a dream. I took aspects from your own subconscious to help you feel more relaxed here, you seem to prefer the autumn and so that is the season we are in.” She gestured around the glade which was filled with crisp brown leaves and soft mist at the edges of the far trees.
Mia lay back, reclining into the soft moss which sprung up from the forest floor to meet her. She closed her eyes then in a moment opened them again as she felt the warmth of another body next to hers, she looked up into those deep pools of ebony she’d been lost in days before and caught her breath for a second.
Snape was leaning over her, appraising this new look, and examining the detail of her collar bone, neck and cheek bones, when his gaze alighted on her closed eyelids, they seemed to spring open under the scrutiny of his frown.
One brown arm stretched up and brushed the hair away from his face, in an intimate gesture, as he was leaning forward. He stared into her large eyes, finding himself unable to define their colour. As he felt the softness of her hand on his face, cupping his jaw, he was aware of the fullness of her lips, dusky and poutier than he had noticed in life. Severus found himself thinking of the kiss they’d shared days earlier.

At the same time the woman lying before him was also suddenly caught in the memory of that same kiss and began to feel warmth spread through her body from the core, to the tips of her fingers. Her breathing quickened as she felt the weight of his body leaning further forward, an arm coming to rest on either side of her shoulders. Those eyes grew closer as she felt the heat of his breath on her lips; she closed her eyes and felt his mouth pressed upon hers.
Mia murmured in pleasure as they deepened their kiss once more, lips moist and giving, tongues entangled in growing passion once again.
He rolled onto the ground so that they were side by side, never breaking contact. Mia wrapped her leg around his, feeling the warmth and texture of the material. Her hands moved down and busied themselves undoing the buttons of his shirt and jacket. In return she felt his fingers stroking down her arms and side, the lightness of touch surprising her, sending a shiver along her spine. Gaining access to his pale skin at last as she pushed back his shirt and jacket fully, then breaking the kiss with a sigh began and to nibble and suck on his shoulder and collar bone. The hand she had rested against his chest felt the vibration of a deep moan of appreciation. His hands smoothed from the skin of her upper arms and migrated to tangle with her own and find their way to the swell of her breasts.
Severus was rapt in the heat of this woman’s body the sensations of her lips and flickering tongue against the sensitive skin of his neck and chest was sending fire through his body, each sensation becoming magnified. He wanted to explore her and discover each inch of exciting and tantalising flesh which lay currently beneath his fingertips. He found as he trailed curious fingers over soft dress which covered her breasts the fabric seemed to thin and shift so his fingers alighted directly onto the caramel skin beneath, feeling the instantly her nipples tightening and thrusting forwards into his awaiting palms.
Once again the tightening and constricted feeling that came from his rapidly engorging erection being confined within his pants invaded his mind. Just as Mia’s hands stroked down, following the line of sparse black hair which spattered his chest and trailed down his flat stomach, disappearing under the thick fabric of his trousers.
Her hands pulled firmly on his waist band, drawing them closer together still. He captured her mouth once again in a searing kiss, whilst her fingers had freed him from the confines of his pants, stroking him tenderly and illicting further groans of anticipation from his lips.
As he opened his eyes momentarily to look at her he felt overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions, this situation was so strange, a mixture of fantasy and reality, in a super human effort he pushed her back gently.
“No, no, this isn’t right. I can’t do this.”
“let your self do it Severus, there’s nothing stopping you.” They were still lying facing each other on the floor. She reached out to him again; he pulled his rousers back together still looking at her and brushed away her hand gently.
“I’m afraid there are so many things stopping me. I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
Mia sat up quite suddenly, “I knew this would happen, I knew you couldn’t want me when you’d seen me like this.” She covered her face for a second, drawing a deep breath.
“It’s not that”
“Sure, I’m not a fool, no matter what you think. I won’t bother you again professor, here or otherwise.” He meant to say something, but she was gone.

Awaking in his own bed, he flopped back against the pillows, trying to put together the mess of conflicting urges within. Obviously there was the still tempting need to find her and give in to the need aching in his groin currently, but also he felt guilty for causing her obvious hurt. The emotion of guilt that he so often felt worse because he was trying to do the right thing and still getting it wrong. He slammed his fist into the mattress beside him. Spending your life making up for a past mistake, longing for lost love, how could you allow someone else to be dragged into that? He thought, could he stand to be dragged through it again?



(Its frustrating isnt it but eventually I'll get to some full on sexy sexness grr)