The Last Potion

Chapter 15 –






Chapter
15 – Undying Devotion

 

He was standing there in
the doorway wearing a fitted pair of black trousers and a slimming frockcoat.
The sleeves were narrow and made his arms look much longer than when shadowed
by his plentiful robes. His brooding eyes were staring right into mine and I
could see that he wasn’t merely stopping by to bid me a goodnight.

“A word with you,
Elizabeth,” he whispered.

Elizabeth. Elizabeth.
Why do you keep saying that?

He knew how it tortured
me in a most sensual way when he called me by my given name. That’s why.

I stepped aside,
grudgingly granting him admittance into my chambers.

He walked right into the
middle of the room and casually looked around before twirling around to face
me. The corner of his lip twitched before he opened his mouth to speak.

“I have no desire to
waste your time nor my own, so I will make this quick,” he began, arms crossed
over his chest and lank hair falling into his eyes. “No woman on earth has
heard me ask for forgiveness nor admit that I regret my actions.” He rolled his
tongue inside his mouth and wobbled slightly as he pondered.

“Is that what you’ve come
here to do? Apologize?” I asked, seriously disbelieving he was capable of doing
as much.

“Make no mistake,
Elizabeth, you will not be the first,” he assured.

I nodded, having
confirmed my suspicion. I pulled my dressing robe tight around my body, feeling
slightly perturbed by its subtle transparency. He watched me, turning his eyes
down to peruse the curves his hands had greedily caressed earlier.

“Well I’m not so
ill-fated,” I admitted openly. “I’ve begged for forgiveness and I have plenty
of regrets. Perhaps I should start.”

I stepped up to him and
stared fearlessly into his poisoned gaze.

“I regret ever coming
back here,” I began. “I regret feeling so inclined to seek you out before the
end of the reunion, I regret taking you up on your professional offer, I
regret allowing you to seduce me as you did and I especially regret submitting
myself to your arrogance. I hope that one day my child can forgive me for being
so blind as to falling into the first pair of arms that opened to me… arms
stained with the same mark I grew to love because I knew it bared a perfect
resemblance to the mark I knew you had been branded with.”

“That will suffice,” he
hissed just as I was about to get into my many regrets regarding him. Professor
Snape just stood there and stared at me for a long while. Not at my body, not
at my face as it flushed with irritation, but right into my eyes.

I had the distinct
impression he was trying to look right through me. He gazed into my eyes and
saw things I don’t think anyone else had seen before. And likewise, I looked
into the swirl of darkness searching for something, too.

He made me jump when he
stepped in front of me. Standing so close to me that I could smell the aroma of
magic in his clothes, Professor Snape lifted his hand up and touched my cheek.

His hand felt cold and
almost instantly brought my fuming body temperature down. He felt so calming.
The cuff of his sleeve was coarse and rubbed rather awkwardly under my chin.

“In time,” he began
softly, “perhaps you will forgive me for the way I have treated you,” he said.

Professor Snape’s thumb
brushed back and forth along my chin in gentle strokes. He took one step
closer, so close that I could see the intricate lines of his face I’d never
noticed before. I held my breath and forced my body to remain still as he came
even closer yet. My knees wobbled and I hadn’t noticed that my hands had
reached up to encase his frockcoat until I could feel pain in my fingers from
clutching so tightly.

“However,” he continued,
“I will never ask you to. I am only willing start over again, beginning
where I asked you if you would like to feel my hands on your body.”

Each of his fingers
stroked along my jawbone and coiled in my hair. His thumbs softly brushed back
and forth along my earlobes and I saw his lips closing in on mine.

I still hadn’t been able
to breath since he first touched me. A second before he kissed me I drew in a
deep breath knowing that it may indeed be some time before I’d have a chance to
breath again. Professor Snape closed his eyes and stroked my lips with his. I
lingered dumbly, unable to imagine that this was happening.

My body quickly responded
to his kiss while my injured conscience screamed for me to push him away. He
was giving me a second chance to turn him away. I’d made a mistake the first
time in wanting him. He’d disappointed me, hurt me and disregarded me in the
most savage way imaginable.

But still, my body ached
for him. My blood ran hot and my body leaned into his in severe wanting. His
kiss was heavy and his arms welcomed my body to press against his.

Although his frockcoat
was plentiful and his trousers thick, I could feel his wanting, too. Professor
Snape slithered his hands down my body and eased the folds of my dressing robe
apart, revealing the sheer nightgown I wore beneath. It was low cut at the
lapel and hung barely covering my buttock.

Without breaking my lips
away from his, I shrugged the dressing robe off of my shoulders and heard it
whooshing down to the floor in a puddle of silk.

After exploring my mouth
with his tongue, Professor Snape slowly backed away, his eyes still closed as
if savouring my taste. I watched him, admiring the peaceful expression on his face.
For once his eyebrows were not bent in anger or suspicion and his lip was not
curled in snide cruelty.

He was… beautiful.

He was the man I wanted
him to be. The man I could not resist. The man I needed to hold me…

… right now.