Rom To My Private Dungeon

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Chapter 14

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Snape stood immobilized as Maracuja advanced and placed the wine on his desk.

\"You, your hearts dropped,\" she stammered.

\"I know,\" he gasped. \"I mean, oh!\" as the realisation struck him.

Maracuja smiled softly, waved her wand and murmured, \"Reparo.\" The jar came together and landed on his desk.

Severus absently waved his wand and cleaned up the frog hearts from the floor. Maracuja noticed he\'d missed some.

\"Um, Severus,\" she uttered, \"There is heart...on your sleeve.\"

She took his left hand in her right and with a wave of her wand whisked the heart away while Snape stood frozen, watching her as if in slow motion. She kissed the spot on the inside of his left arm where the heart had been only a moment before. Suddenly he gasped and jerked his arm away. He couldn\'t be sure if his dark mark showed without looking, and he was terrified of her possible reaction.

Maracuja responded to his sudden jerk with a look of concern. \"Are you hurt?\" she asked.

Snape glanced at his arm and sighed inwardly in relief. The mark looked like a very faint, old scar. \"No, I\'m fine now,\" he responded truthfully.

Maracuja tucked her wand into her cleavage and reached out to gently take his hand again. She brushed the mark on his inner forearm with her fingertips and asked, \"Is that a scar?\"

\"Yes,\" he lied, his heart pounding in his ears. \"From poison. An old mistake.\"

Maracuja stroked his skin with her fingertips and gave it a gentle kiss. She accepted his explanation, even though it rang false somewhere in the back of her mind. She\'d been waiting for this moment, and was not going to waste it on questions he clearly was not yet ready to answer.

Slowly and softly, she inched her fingertips up his arm to his chest. Snape watched her with wide eyes but didn\'t move or breathe.

When her hands reached his collar she looked up at him. He nodded a mute permission and she reached under his half-unbuttoned shirt with shaking hands. His skin was warm to the touch. She could feel his heart in the palms of her hands; it hammered so strongly in his chest.

They both gasped at the contact of skin on skin. He reached his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. She folded into his chest, resting her cheek against his skin, her hands on either side. They stood still like this for a long moment, savouring the intensity of their intimacy.

When at last they broke apart, they gazed into each other\'s eyes.

\"You can do this, Severus,\" he thought to himself. Not a doubt of performance, but an act of permission. Not for sex, but to be loved. Permission to let down his guard long enough to accept something positive for once.

Maracuja saw the waning disquiet in his eyes and smiled softly. \"Yes,\" was all she said and the next few moments seemed to pass very quickly. He slammed and warded the door with his wand while she peeled off her robe and tossed it onto the back of the couch. She then grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him around to the front of the couch and threw him down. Snape bounced upon impact with the cushion; the force of her thrust was so strong it surprised him. She whipped out the wand from between her breasts and he froze.

\"You bloody sentimental idiot! I knew she seemed too perfect. This is a setup!\" was his instant reaction. But in the moment he\'d reached for his wand, she\'d turned around and laid her own wand down on the end table, kicking off her slippers.

Snape exhaled deeply as she turned back around to face him. It was evident that she was unaware of his momentary panic. Not wanting to look like a paranoid fool, hejurejured up two glasses for wine.

Maracuja raised an eyebrow and smirked. \"Mmm, wine. Good idea.\"

\"Accio wine,\" he purred and summoned the vintage she\'d brought down.

He examined the bottle, but finding the text was all in Romanian, poured some in their glasses and placed the bottle down. \"Accio engravescoserum\" he then summoned. A very small bottle floated across the room. \"Can\'t be too careful\" he thought to himself.

\"For me?\" she asked, eyeing the tiny bottle in his grasp, inwardly praying that it was a birth control potion and not another diversion.

\"For me,\" he responded, pouring a few drops into his own glass. \"I don\'t mean to be...presumptuous. But I see no reason why the woman must always bear the burden.\"

Truth be told, Snape was not just being considerate. His special brew did more than just immobilize his sperm. It also changed the colour of any liquid that had been magically tampered. Sadly, he infrequently had opportunity to use it (hence, such a small bottle). He soberly considered how few women he\'d been with who did not require the precaution of checking his drink.

Relieved but not surprised that the wine was still red, he raised his glass in a toast. She followed in kind. They sipped and smiled. The liquid felt warm going down his throat.

Maracuja leaned in for a kiss. Awkward, like a schoolboy, he leaned in responsively, careful not to tip his glass. \"You can do this,\" he reassured himself again. Their lips touched softly. She rested one hand upon his knee and he looked down and laughed shyly. His hair fell in curtains over his face and he considered for the first time how convenient it was to have hair capable of concealing a blush.

Gathering his reserves, he quickly swallowed the contents of his glass and placed it upon the floor. The room was very quiet, save for the crackling of the fire. Maracuja\'s hand was still on his knee. He took her hand in his and kissed her palm. She caressed his nose with her thumb, which caused him to blush again.

\"Severus,\" she whispered, lifting his chin and looking in the pool of his pitch black eyes. Weak as a kitten, his body yielded to her command. He rested his hands on her thighs and allowed her to take over. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms. He shook his hands free and tossed the shirt on the floor. Maracuja ran her hands along his shoulders. He leaned into the back of the couch in response and closed his eyes. She sucked one of his nipples and skimmed her fingers along the other before slipping off the couch and down to the floor, her tongue creating a wet trail down his chest and stomach. She removed his socks and caressed his feet, then slid her hands up his legs and unbuttoned his trousers. She kissed his navel and ran her hand along his shaft pressing against the fabric.

In one swift movement, she removed his trousers and underwear, which heightened both his arousal and his anxiety. His erection sprang forth, throbbing and eager with a mind of its own. His breathing became rapid and shallow at the sudden sensation of her moist lips around the head of his cock. He had fantasized, but not expected, her to do that so soon. His body stiffened and his breathing sped up even more. \"Relax\" she purred and continued her ministrations. Snape whimpered as she wrapped one hand around his shaft and took him deeply into her mouth. Her lips enclosed him tightly. Her heat invited him to thrust deeper. He felt her throat swallow responsively to his dripping Precum then yield as he slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. The sensations were overwhelming, the head of his cock sliding against her throat, her hair tickling his thighs, the heat of her left palm against his thigh, the realisation that they were really there, together, in his chambers. He gripped the couch cushion with both hands and moaned.

Snape looked down just as she withdrew her mouth. She replaced it with her hand, stroking his shaft as she kissed and licked her way up his torso. She stopped to smile at him and look at his body. He felt incredibly naked as the recipient of her gaze. She ran her free hand along his stomach and chest. He was unbelievably pale all over and thin, but with well-defined muscles. Sinewy and lank, like a runner, which pleasantly surprised her, as he was not the sporting type. She was also pleased have her suspicion confirmed that his erection was as well-sized as his nose and fingers suggested it might be. There were wisps of black hair along his legs, and a small trail worked its way down from his navel. His chest was bare but for a few errant hairs circling his nipples and she was amused to find two sprouting from his left big toe.

Maracuja smiled and kissed him on the lips. He pulled her into his body and his forefingers slipped the spaghetti straps from her negligee down her shoulders. She shivered in excitement. His kisses were soft and shy at first, then wetter and deeper as he gained confidence. His hands hesitantly explored her body-her facer brr breasts, her back. He cupped her bottom and she pulled her hips against him responsively. He felt the soft fabric of her negligee against his skin as his cock throbbed and sought her out. Their passion suddenly shifted as shyness gave way to sexual hunger. He gathered the fabric of her gown around her hips and she separated her legs and straddled him completely. He lifted the gown up and over her head and his cock twitched as he felt her heat and pubic hair against the underside of his shaft. He took one breast in his mouth and slid his hands down her back and between her legs. She stroked his shaft and moaned as he brushed his fingertips against her pubic hair. She was slick with desire and his thumb slipped over her clit. Her hips jolted and she leaned into his thumb. Her thighs began to tremble from the sensation, and her own rhythmic ministrations became unsteady as he intensified the stroking of her nub with his thumb. He sucked her left nipple hard and pressed a finger against her opening. One then two fingers of his right hand entered her as he coued ued rubbing her with his thumb. His other hand caressed and squeezed her right breast. His cock was teased, she was so wet and so close. She squeezed his shoulder with one hand and his shaft with the other, pulling his head closer to her opening. Faster and harder his fingers worked, the head of his cock grazing her entrance intensifying his arousal. She was as fragrant and wet and slick as in his fantasy. Her toes curled as she let go of him and grabbed both of his shoulders for support as the tension from his rhythmic strokes became too much to bear. He released his mouth from her breast as her body tensed and he kissed her hard. Her body convulsed as he withdrew his fingers, squeezed her clit and thrust his erection deep inside her. Instantly he felt her contract against him in orgasm and concentrated hard not to come too.

He hugged her tightly and her head fell into the crook of his neck. After a minute her breathing slowed down and she covered his face in a frenzy of kisses, gently rocking with him still inside her. His lips broadened into an ecstatic smile. His fingertips tickled the skin on her arms before he ran them through her hair. She began to ride him, stroking his hair and locking her eyes with his. His hands reached for her hips and held on, but she controlled the motion as slow thrusts gradually gave way to a faster and harder grinding. His heart pounded with joy at the rush of emotions and sensations coursing through him. Overwhelmed by the rhythmic pleasure of his thrusts filling her, the intensity of her gaze upon him, her eyes boring through him, the unqualified love he suddenly felt for her, he moaned and kissed her. Squeezing his eyes shut he gasped, \"bed!\"

She nodded in agreement and he carried her into the next room, his arms around her and his shaft slipping in and out of her. In one swift motion he mounted the bed, rolled her onto her back and cradled the underside of her knees in the crook of his arms. He began thrusting into her harder and deeper and faster and stronger until his body was covered with a fine film of sweat. His hair became drenched and clung to his temples. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts until he was pounding into her hard and he leaned closely over her face, her knees at her ears.

Her clit flittered uncontrollably as another orgasm began building inside her. She squeezed hard, panting \"Da! Da! Vin! Vin! Da! Vin!\" until she came hard and cried out \"Severus!\" He continued to thrust into her and lost himself in the sensation. Just as her orgasm subsided she looked up and saw his incredibly erotic, blissful face-eyes closed, nostrils flared, breathing hard, his hair dripping wet around his forehead and cheeks. He alternated biting his lower lip and sucking in air with each thrust, then began muttering between pants. In time with his thrusts he cried, \"Mar, oh, yes, my, Mara, mmm, I, you, ah, luv, ah.\" His eyelids suddenly sprang open and his mouth made a wide O and with one final, extra hard thrust he convulsed and came inside her.

Her legs and arms hugged him tightly as he collapsed into her. The weight of his body was nothing compared to the weight of his sudden surge of emotions. All the unspoken stresses of the year seemed to exit his body at once as he clung to her pleadingly. He shook and she felt her ear canal fill with hot tears. The Potter boy, who brought back painful memories, being forced to see James\' face every day on Harry, the strain of protecting the child, the terror and excitement at the brief return of the Dark Lord, all came pouring out in those tears. Holding him as tightly as she could, she stroked his hair and whispered lovingly to him.

Eventually he calmed down and lifted his head. Paradoxically ashamed yet consumed by afterglow, he sought out her eyes for approval. She smiled and wiped his face with her hand. He was flushed and vulnerable. \"Frumoasa mea Severus,\" she sighed, and kissed him. His face, so close to hers, broadened in a beaming smile. He kissed her again, then pressed his face against the pillow and hugged her tightly.

After another moment he gazed at her and caressed her hair. His now soft penis slid out of her and her vaginal muscles twitched in protestation of the loss. He rolled onto his side, kicking down the covers that had already started gathering in disarray beneath them. Their afterglow was still strong and they lay side by side, her body pressed against his, their fingertips exploring one another\'s bodies so lightly it almost tickled. He literally could not remember ever feeling this loved or accepted, and wilfully pushed away the creeping insecurities threatening to work their way back in.

They kissed one last time and lay folded in each other\'s arms, unspeaking, smiling and warm and trusting and soft, until eventually they both drifted off to sleep.

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Snape woke up once in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When he returned he paused to admire Maracuja\'s sleeping form. \"This woman is in my bed,\" he smiled to himself. She lay gracefully, arms over her head, hair spread in all directions, hips turned in to where his body had been, breasts soft and sloping slightly to one side, like a Botticelli painting.

He crawled quietly back into bed and gently pulled the covers around them. She murmured unintelligibly and curled her body into his, resting her cheek on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, stroked her hair and whispered words of love he knew she\'d never hear before drifting back off to sleep.

Maracuja woke before he did the next morning, sat up and watched him sleep. His face was different, she noticed. The tension lines around his brow were all but gone. He looked younger. Innocent. \"But of course, everyone looks peaceful and angelic when they sleep,\" she thought. Too tempted to resist, she gently kissed him on the cheek and mouth. He stirred and opened his eyes. \"I go and get some breakfast for us,\" she whispered. He nodded agreement and rolled onto his side.

Maracuja walked into his study and picked up her robe from the side of the couch. \"This will not do,\" she chuckled, picked up her wand and transfigured the robe into something a little more appropriate. She put on her slippers and padded up to the Great Hall in the hopes of being early enough not to attract attention. Unfortunately, everyone else was already up and eating.

Maracuja did not know she had the tousled hair and beaming glow of a woman emerging from a man\'s bed. She greeted everyone with a courteous hello, picked up a plate and piled it with toast, cheese, meats and fruit. Grabbing two mugs with the other hand, she sealed and tucked a container of coffee under her arm and quietly padded back out.

When she was out of hearing distance, those at the table sighed and grumbled under their breath. Then in unison, they pulled out their money pouches and piled up galleons in front of Dumbledore, who smiled triumphantly.

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A/N: Frumoasa mea Severus means \"my beautiful Severus\" in Romanian. Da means \"yes\" and Vin means \"I\'m coming.\" But I\'m sure you all figured that out. ;-)

Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you\'s go out to those who have offered their praise and constructive criticism. Knowing you are really enjoying this story means a lot to me. Please do not take it personally if I have not mentioned you by name. Writing this chapter was so important for me and for the story that it took several exhausting rewrites. I hope I was adequately able to convey the sexual and emotional release I believe our poor Severus desperately deserves.

Also--last note, I promise--a shout out to Alan Rickman, who I know will likely never read this story. But as some of you have heard, I got to meet him at the Love Actually premiere and I am even more inspired by him than ever.