Beauty and Sadness

sheherazade: In hopes that this is the "more" you were looking for...

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When Lily stepped out of the portrait hole the next morning, Snape was waiting for her, leaning against the wall on the staircase. The fat lady was scowling. “Impudent, forward young man! Young witch!” she addressed Lily. “You get your swain off my staircase. Immediately!”

Lily flushed deeply and motioned for Snape. But instead of just following her, he looped a proprietary arm around her shoulders and started down the stairs with her at his side.

“Sev!” she whispered fiercely.

“I don’t care who knows or who sees,” he shot back in a low voice. “Not your friends. And especially not James Potter, if that’s who you’re worried about.” A hot well of jealousy rose up inside him and he pulled Lily closer. “I’m warning you, I’d better not see him around you.”

Lily’s eyebrows went up dangerously. “Is that a threat?”

He only pulled her closer. “After yesterday? Yeah, it is. I told you. You’re my girl now.”

Lily halted, and Snape was forced to follow suit. “You don’t own me.”

Snape’s sallow face went dull red. “So what did that time in the woods mean?”

Now it was Lily’s turn to blush.

“Well?” he persisted when she subsided in embarrassment.

“You know—you know it meant something,” she mumbled.

Snape heart leaped and danced. “What’d it mean?” he said softly, coming closer and taking her hand.

Lily squeezed his hand gently, looking down at her slim, elegant hand in his long, pale one. “You have my…my—heart,” she said, so softly he had to lean down until their heads were almost touching. Snape’s cock twitched and began to harden. He shifted, hoping to keep it unnoticeable, and fought to master himself.

“Let’s go,” he said roughly.

“Where?”

“I’m seeing you to class, aren’t I?”

Lily smiled, and he felt blinded. Again came the overwhelming urge to crush her to him. He slung his arm over her shoulders again, and they began walking. When they reached her Charms class, Snape lingered in the corridor. “I’ll be here when you get out.”

Lily’s smile wavered uncertainly.

“I’ll be here after every one of your classes today,” he continued. “And afterward—“ Lily’s eyes were huge emeralds, “—we’ll go somewhere,” he finished, his voice low and brusque.

Lily started to say something, then blushed a furious red and retreated into the classroom.

Some time later, she emerged to find Snape leaning against the corridor wall. They walked in silence to History of Magic, where Lily was conducting some post-graduate research. Still later, she emerged to find Snape ready to take her to Kettleburn’s Care of Magical Creatures practicum. On the way, they ran into Hagrid, looking flustered and carrying a pink umbrella.

“Them stinkin’ centaurs,” he was muttering. “Tell me when and where to walk in the forest? I’ll tell them— Oh, hullo, Lily. Severus.”

“Hi, Hagrid,” Lily answered. “What’s the umbrella for?”

“Oh. Oh, nothing. Just, er, going to meet some friends. Might rain, y’know.”

Lily and Snape glanced up at the clear, blue sky above them, then brought their skeptical gazes back to Hagrid.

“You kids get goin’ now,” Hagrid said gruffly. “Let other folks mind their own business. An’ don’t go too deep in the forest.”

“We’ll go any—" Snape began, but Lily cut across him, “We won’t. Thanks, Hagrid.”

As Hagrid strode purposefully into the woods, brandishing his umbrella, Lily hissed at Snape, “What was that all about? He’s trying to help us. Sometimes I think you look for ways to get in trouble!”

Snape looked shaken at her attack. “I was just going to tell him we’d go anywhere except where he warned us off.”

“Don’t lie,” Lily snapped. “That makes it worse. Sometimes I don’t understand you, Sev! Can’t you tell the truth?”

Snape pinned her with a gaze full of hot promise. “I’ll be honest with you,” he said in a voice only she could hear. Lily trembled. “You’ll be late for class,” he said.

Dazedly, Lily started off toward the clearing where Kettleburn, one arm thickly bandaged and in a sling, was standing. Beside him was a wooden box from which were coming the sounds of something large flinging itself against the sides.

When Lily finished with class, she was sporting a large bruise along one cheek and an egg-sized welt on one arm. She turned to find Snape lounging against a tree. His nose was in a tattered book and he was half-twitching his wand in little circles as he read, a trail of smoke following his wand. He looked up as Lily approached.

“What’s happened to you?”

Lily grimaced. “You don’t want to know. These,” she held out her arm, “are just the ones that show. There’s more. Bloody thing.”

“Maybe I can make them feel better.” One corner of his mouth quirked up. Lily looked at him dumbly. Her eyes had darkened again to a color that reminded Snape of the emeralds in Slytherin’s House hourglass. “Come on,” he said.

Lily followed him into the woods, letting him lead the way. As they went, he began saying charms, making sure they weren’t followed and that no one could stumble upon them. When they got to the copse of trees where they had been before, he halted. Lily shivered, though it was warm.

Snape took off his ankle-length cloak and spread it over some soft leaves. Then he pulled her against him. Nearing 19, he stood a good head taller than Lily. He framed her face with his hands, letting her wine-red hair brush them. He bent his head. Hers was already tilted up, her lips fuller and darker than he remembered. As soon as he began to kiss her, she seemed to melt against him, pliable, willing to do his bidding.

He ran his palms up the column of her torso, damning the bulky class robes. Deftly, he began unbuttoning and unhooking the complicated layers of cloth until he reached her smooth skin. He held his breath a moment, then pushed the robes off her shoulders to reveal her sheer bra. Oh, Merlin! Just the way he liked it! He plumped up her breasts in his hands and bent his head to take one nipple experimentally between his teeth. He heard her breath catch. Her hands threaded through his hair. He began biting gently on the nipple, the layer of filmy material between them, pushing on the threshold of pain but not crossing it.

“Sev..! Merlin, I’ve got to get you something else for your hair... Merlin, that feels good. Oh, don’t stop. Don’t,” her voice became breathy and soft, “stop...” She arched toward him.

“Take it off,” he commanded, running his thumbs along the underside of each bra cup. Though unused to giving orders up to this point, his voice carried authority.

Then he thought he might have pushed her too far. The green eyes opened and regarded him seriously. He kept his hands around her breasts, his thumbs brushing her sensitized nipples, but he waited for her to speak. Cautiously, he tried out his growing abilities with Legilimency.

The green eyes blinked and the beginnings of a frown started to form. “Stop it. You can ask me how I feel, like everyone else.”

Normally, he would have retreated at any harsh word from her, but now he just waited, allowing her to gather her thoughts while he kept up his light, teasing touch on her breasts.

“I wish,” she said finally, “that you’d leave that group of bloody Death Eaters.”

He closed his own eyes briefly. “I can’t.”

“Won’t.”

“I—Lily. Please. Let’s not think about this right now. I lo- I lo- I do l-love you,” he finally muttered. “I’d do anything for you. But not—not that. Not now, anyway. Just—please, can you accept things as they are for now?”

He met her searching green gaze fully.

“Let me in,” he heard her say, and he knew she meant Legilimency. Reluctantly, he dropped part of his guard, the most he had ever done with anyone. He let her see his newfound acceptance among the Slytherins and his growing magical powers. Then he felt a wall crumble between them and felt her lustful wanting wash over him, and behind it, her deep well of affection for him.

At that, he pulled her hard against his chest, one hand still gently squeezing her breast. Pressing his mouth over her lips, her throat, the tops of her breasts, he pulled her down onto the cloak.

“I don’t want to stop this time,” he muttered against her neck, his hands delving into her robes.

He felt her shudder under him. “I don’t either.”

Clumsily, she began pulling at his robes. He said a few more spells, making sure they would not be discovered, then quickly dispensed of most of his clothes. She looked down at his boxers, no longer dingy gray.

“You won’t be ashamed if you’re ever suspended upside down again,” she teased.

“No. Because it’ll never happen again,” he returned grimly.

His cock was so hard that the tip was protruding from his elastic waistband. He began pulling off Lily’s robes, gradually revealing her full-bodied figure. The bra was still on. He had told her to take it off. She had disobeyed. “Take it off,” he commanded again in a cold voice, running a fingertip along the underwires.

She put her hand over his. “I don’t like it that way,” she said quietly.

She didn’t like...! And he was just starting to develop a taste for it... But love and lust surged painfully inside his chest. “Then take it off for me. I want to see you,” he said in a low voice, running one finger pad over her nipple.

She unhooked the garment, put it aside, and lay back uncertainly. It was the first time he had got a good look at her breasts. Even if she had been ugly, just seeing naked breasts would have been enough for him. But she wasn’t ugly. He stared hard. Self-consciously, she crossed her arms over her torso and gave a nervous giggle. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, as if this might be a surprise to him.

She didn’t know it, but it wasn’t his first time. There had been several orgies among the Death Eaters already. The experiences had been physically satisfying for Snape, but unfulfilling in every other way, much like eating five chocolate frogs for dinner. Still, the encounters had given him a better idea of how to go about things in bed, knowledge that Lily, usually so confident, was clearly lacking.

An idea formed in his head. She didn’t know the contraceptive spells. He was almost sure of it. If she were to get pregnant, she would have to marry him. Potter would be out of the question. Snape knew that Potter and Lily had gone on one or two dates in the previous term. He could beat Potter to the punch and bind Lily to him before Potter could see her again. The idea filled him with anticipation.

He took hold of her arms and uncrossed them, exposing her again to his snapping, black stare. Then he bent and began caressing her breasts with his lips and fingers, peaking the nipples and pinching them expertly, sucking on them, then slowly working his mouth down her body. She let him go lower and lower. He slid his fingers under the elastic of her filmy knickers, putting his mouth on her mons through the material while stroking around her entrance under it. She was extremely wet, which made his already painfully engorged cock thicken even more. She let him pet her and blow on her and simulate putting his mouth full on her. At last he slid her knickers entirely off. But when he began to spread her legs, she suddenly pulled her knees slightly together. “Er, are you sure?” she said with an obvious attempt at nonchalance. “Sev? I mean, I don’t know.”

I do, he thought. Oh, I do. I’ll make you come so hard, you won’t realize what I’m up to till it’s too late. Oh, I’ll have you for good, Lily. Good and hard. And you’ll be mine forever.

But aloud, he said, “Don’t worry. You’ll like it.” He lay next to her, so that his cock was level with her mouth, then pulled her over him. She gave a small noise of protest. Clearly, she did not like being on top like that, open and exposed. But he deftly spread open her pouting pussy lips and pushed the tip of his tongue just within her. He heard her quick intake of breath. His cock twitched. He remained stock still. Hesitantly, she took his cock out of his boxers. He kicked them off entirely. She set the tip of her own tongue just under his cock head. He couldn’t suppress a groan, knowing that the vibration of his voice would carry through her passage. He felt her arch her back. He moved his tongue out of her sheath up until it was just under her clitoris while pushing the pad of his middle finger up her tight pussy. Then he began probing inside her delicately. Did she like it here..? No response. Or here...he crooked his finger and pushed it slowly and carefully into her, rubbing it back and forth when he dared. She gasped raggedly. Oh, here, he thought with satisfaction. He began rubbing the spot firmly while flickering his tongue lightly beneath her clit, which he could see was getting bigger and redder by the second. She was beginning to forget her self-consciousness and thrust her pelvis at his face, trying to ride his finger.

He pulled his face away from her sex momentarily. “Put my cock in your mouth.”

She had said she didn’t like being ordered “that way,” but now she was beyond such inhibitions. She crammed his cock head into her mouth, and he was shocked in turn by her hum of delight vibrating around it. He could tell she didn’t know what she was doing. At the same time, her languorous sucking up and down his shaft could only be borne so long. He raised himself and turned around, nudging her thighs apart with his knees.

“S-stop,” she said. He froze, his eyes glittering down at her. Did she want him to stop for good? Had she remembered about the missing spells? He waited, his face giving nothing away but hunger. Slowly, she turned over. Her rounded rump was toward him, and her green eyes were gazing hotly over her shoulder at him.

He didn’t need prompting. He opened her sex from behind (glorious gasp from her) and carefully pushed just the head of his cock inside her incredibly tight canal. She trembled. Instinctively, he knew she would not tell him if she were in pain. Damn Gryffindors, he thought. He pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her clit. She arched backward, and he stuffed the head back into her, only slightly deeper than before. A rough groan tore out of her. He repeated the motion again and again, keeping her pussy lips open with his fingers and working his cock by degrees up a passage tighter than he had ever been in before.

At last he bottomed out. He stopped, letting her get used to his girth dilating her. His fingers stroked her all around her stretched opening. “All right?” he murmured.

“Y-yes. Don’t stop!”

He stroked her clit lightly.

“I’ll start slow,” he said, still in a soft voice. He didn’t want to scare her. “And you tell me if you want it harder.”

She made a noise almost like a sob. “Don’t stop, Sev.”

He didn’t need to be told again. True to his word, he started slowly. But she pressed back on his cock, twitching her ass from side to side, and he began to ride her more firmly. His cock swelled thicker. He had never been gripped this way before. His control became tenuous. With a surge of lust, he spread her ass cheeks wide and began pumping into her, watching his heavily veined organ work in and out of her. To his surprise, her hips bucked hard and he felt rings of muscle rippling along the length of his shaft. “Oh, Lily! Come for me!” Stroking her clit, he coaxed another orgasm from her, hard on the heels of the first.

At last, she collapsed beneath him, still pulsing softly around his cock, which now had grown to an unprecedented length and girth. He put an arm around her waist and twisted, putting her on top of his stomach, but on her back.

“Put your legs in the air and ride me,” he said in her ear. “I want to feel that ripple again, love. I want to feel you come around me again before I fill you up.”

She made a high-pitched noise and raised her legs. Huh. Doesn’t like it that way, he thought. You like it plenty, Lily, and I’m just the one to give it to you.

In the next moment, she was working her pussy up and down his shaft in small degrees, gasping. He couldn’t take much more of it. Her inner grip was sure. He fingered her clit and felt everything inside her seem to tighten even further.

“Tell me what you want,” he muttered. “Say it, and I’ll give it to you--give you everything you want.”

She quivered, on the edge of what he sensed was a massive orgasm. “Come inside me,” she said in a thready voice. His cock was at her command. He flexed his hips, taking himself as deeply into her as possible, and began shooting what felt like an endless stream of semen deep inside her. At the same time, he felt that telltale pulsation along his length, signaling her third orgasm.

For a long moment, neither of them said anything. The aftershocks seemed to stretch on and on. But at last reality asserted itself with the leakage of some semen down his leg.

Lily lowered her legs and rolled off him. He could tell she felt a bit ashamed. She wouldn’t look at him.

“Lily.” She glanced up from where she was sorting through her heap of clothing. “Lily, look at me.”

Her eyes with their long lashes looked up and a flush rose from her collarbone to her forehead. “I just don’t know much about this, Sev,” she said.

He sat up and put his arm around her. “Everything will be all right. I told you.”

“There’s so much I—" She sucked in her breath.

“What?” he said, startled, glancing around and reaching for his wand.

“We didn’t use—We didn’t use anything!” she all but wailed. “Stupid! Stupid! How could I be so stupid!” She balled her hands into fists and beat one on her thigh.

Snape grabbed her by the wrist. “Stop it! It isn’t so bad.”

She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“It isn’t,” he insisted. “Nothing might come of it. We’ll see. And if it does—"

She gave him a challenging stare. “Yeah?”

“So what’s so bad?” he said coolly. “We’ll get married.”