Of Death and Fire

games


CHAPTER 16: Games in the dark.
 
Morgaine sat staring in the dancing flames for a long time. She heard him finishing his paperwork and turning his chair to face her but, even then, she didn't raise her head. It seemed as if she was miles away, lost in her thoughts.
Lost in her thoughts she was, but fully aware of her surroundings and his presence. Everything had moved too fast for her. And there was no other to take the blame this time. She had made her choices, played her games and now she had to dance to the tune she had chosen. She could acknowledge the fact that she had acted as a hurt -and horny- teenager, and not as the woman she thought she was.
'What now?' she thought, and almost spoke the words out loud, restraining her tongue at the last minute. She could end it here, declaring the whole issue as a one-night stand. But this was not good enough, since he had already achieved his goal in collecting her blood. And she had been no closer to hers, which was, more or less, retribution. Something she should remind hers bec because for the last few hours she had been rather off focus. And yet, something bothered her... Something he had concealed from her, an issue of importance. And she couldn't dismiss the affair until she knew.
"What is it used for?" she asked, still staring at the fire.
"What are you referring at?" he replied, caught in surprise.
"My blood. That rare ingredient both you and Malfoy have been after", she added, raising her head to face him.
He raised an eyebrow. This was turning to be the most unusual after-sex conversation he had ever had. None of his past partners would discuss potions' ingredients, but again, none had been the main provider of one before. Shifting on his seat, he chose his words carefully.
"Many things", he started, and Morgaine felt she was in class once more. "The potion brewed from it grants the person who consumes it increased resistance to magic, and the ability to see inside other people's minds. Like the Sight you necromancers use". He laughed, seeing her frown. "Yes, I do know about the Sight. But this potion is much more potent. It provides somethcloscloser to Empathy, where not only you know what others think and feel, you share their thoughts and feelings. Very useful, much unstable and highly addictive". He stopped, lost in his thoughts for a while. "Unfortunately, due to the rareness of the key ingredient, so far the effects have been temporary, and only efficient with male alchemists. But I've had a few ideas on how to work around this", he added and Morgaine could almost see the procedure already unfolding in his mind. "It takes about a week to brew, and I may let you sample it then", he said with a mischievous grin.
It was Morgaine's turn to lift an eyebrow.
"I thought you said it only works on males", she replied questionably.
"Since it contains your own blood, I can assume it will work on you. But this remains to be seen in a week", he explained, feeling eager to start the brewing.
She saw the look in his eyes, and there was no way she would let him ditch her for his cauldron. She lied back on the carpet, supported by her elbows as she unfolded her long, pale legs in a casual move. This did the trick, as his interest shifted instantly from potion making to other, more carnal activities.
"Thank you for the lecture on Advanced Potions, Professor Snape", she mocked him. "When do I get my grade?" she added smiling.
Snape leaned back on his chair, highly amused by this new game.
"This depends on how well you do on your test", he replied, trying to make his voice formal. But his eyes said otherwise.
Morgaine turned on her knees, and started to crawl closer to him.
"And on what will I be tested on, Professor?" she purred.
"Come here and I'll show you", he said and pulled her up. As she straddled him, he unbuttoned his robes and led her hand towards his erection. Feeling her fingers playing with him, he bit the side of her neck, not drawing blood but a soft moan from her lips. Reaching under the oversized shirt she had on, she felt her inner flesh moist and throbbing. Shifting on his hand, she tried to replace his fingers with his organ, but the chair they were on was limiting their movements.
He grabbed her thighs, lifted her up and threw her across his desk, sending parchments and quills on the floor. He tore her shirt open and pushed hard inside her burning flesh. She closed her legs around his waist, demanding more. And again, nothing was heard but the sound of their heavy breathing. As Morgaine reached her orgasm, she held back a scream, unwilling to offer him her complete surrender. But her body quivered under him, the waves of pleasure making her breathless. Not long after, she felt him collapsing on her with a long sigh, having red hid his own fulfillment.
For a few moments they just stayed there, as their heart rate returned to normal. But it was getting very uncomfortable, so he pulled her up again, sat back on the chair with her naked body on his lap. And then the silesurrsurrounded them again, the awkward feeling evident once more. Snape was staring at the dancing shadows on the walls while Morgaine rested her head on his shoulder. Both seemed lost to their thoughts, hearing each other's breathing, not daring to shutter the silence.
She was the first to speak, uttering the words she feared most.
"What now?" she asked, hoping her voice wasn't trembling.
"I don't know", he replied in a soft voice. He raised his hand and stroked her hair. "Let's just tak one one day at a time, shall we?" he added, sounding actually sincere about this.
"I can live with this", she replied, kissing the side of his neck.
Still lightly stroking her hair, he turned to look at her eyes.
"I suppose you realize that we better keep this a secret", he told her in a soft but firm voice. To his relief she appeared more amused than offended.
"Don't worry, Professor Snape", she teased him. "I won't destroy your image with the students. I'd rather avoid the gossip myself, as a matter of fact".
"And one more thing", he started, with a playful spark in his eyes again. "Don't you think we should be on a first name basis by know?"
Before she could control herself, she giggled, and kissed his earlobe in reply.
"Right... Severus", she whispered in his ear. And then kissed again, more demanding this time.
He gently pushed her face upwards, to meet her eyes.
"Haven't you had enough for one night?" he teased her.
"I'm half elf. We elves don't know the meaning of the word 'enough'", she teased him back.
"Although I'm tempted to test that theory", he replied, "I think this has been a long day for both of us. Which brings to mind -". He paused, not sure of how to address this. Choosing his words carefully, he continued. "You understand we have just had unprotected sex, right?"
She stared back at him with big, puzzled eyes. Then her face lightened up and smiled widely.
"Oh, you don't know!" she exclaimed, feeling a small triumph in catching him in ignorance. "We elves", she explained, "have a different reproductive cycle than humans. Due to our increased life span the females are fertile only once a year, and this for a small period of time".
She rested her head on his shoulder again, leaving him wonder what else he was missing on elfish physiology.
And for a while they just sat there silent, but their lids were getting heavier. She stood up, stretching her muscles as a cat, offering him a full view of her body. She looked on her shredded shirt, thinking that her brother would be furious seeing what had happened to one of his favorites. She waved her hand, summoning a cloak from her room to cover her body.
"I'd better go now", she whispered, as she leaned forward to kiss him. "Tomorrow?" she asked, trying not to sound eager.
"We'll see", he replied vaguely. But on the same time he reached with his hand and teased her nipple, which was by far a more definite answer.
She smiled and turned to leave, checking carefully the darkness of the corridors for witnesses.
After she had left, Severus Snape turned his attention to his office, realizing the state it was in. Parchments and books on the floor, ink spilled in various spots, quills destroyed and a nasty looking stain on his desk. He frowned, wondering of how he would be able to straighten things up before his first class in the morning.
Well, he thought to himself, she managed to wreck my study for a third time.
But this time he wasn't angry. He was smiling.
 
 
 
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