This do in Remembrance of me

The day passed slower than usual and Jocelyn found her self watching the clock in each class she had that afternoon, praying for the minutes to pass quicker. She still had to make it through the afternoon and dinner in the Great Hall knowing deliverance was only hours from her grasp. Jocelyn went though the motions of everyday life as she sat in the Ravenclaw common room listening to the other’s as they complained about the obscene amount of work Professor Snape had ordered for that evening. Silently she listened without speaking a word, she needed to keep her little blessedly safe. Eventually the room began to clear and finally she found she was alone with only her thoughts to keep her company and the knot that had begun to grow in her stomach. The clock finally moved its hand to you should go bed, and she decided it was safe to make her way to the dungeons. She followed her usual path, making sure to stay safely in the shadows until she found herself standing in front of the door that was the only barrier between herself and him. Without any hesitation, she knocked softly against the wood, and watched as he opened it slightly and allowed her in.

She followed him, in complete silence as he wound them through a hidden corridor that had opened at his request on the far wall of his storeroom. Jocelyn could hear him release the wards over the door, which was apparently the opening to his chambers and she walked through the clearing as he placed his hand against the small of her back and ushered her in.

His room was simple, nothing like the man he really was. Only a few pieces of furniture littered the room, and they were obviously there to serve their function and nothing more. She stopped once she was sure the door had been securely closed and waited for what was to come.

Severus turned back towards his guest after placing the necessary wards and found his voice. “Ms. Morgan..”

“Jocelyn, my name is Jocelyn.” She had cut him off for the second time today, and mentally she made a note to not try for a third.

“Jocelyn, then.” He had closed the distance and inches were all that remained between them. “Are you quite sure you know what you’re doing?”

She did not answer him with words, but her actions told him she was certain of the course she was on and had no intentions of changing her mind. She stepped even closer to him until there was nothing between them other than their clothing. Without speaking, he leaned down and kissed her softly, hesitant to see if she would in fact change her mind. But she didn’t, she responded to his touch with lighting speed and wound her arms around him, clinging to his robes.

Minutes passed as he memorized every feature of her face with his hands, before moving down her body as he caressed the spot beneath her throat where it joined the flesh of her chest. He watched as her breathing created a small hollow in the juncture with each inhale of air, before finally bending his head to lick at the skin as it swelled.

Jocelyn moaned in silent pleasure at the feel of his tongue as it traced patterns across her exposed skin. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

She had given him permission to continue and carefully he began with the top button of her shirt, sliding his hands down her body as he carefully unfastened them one at a time.

Severus could not remember being as consciously aware of another person’s feelings as he was at this moment. Every fiber of his body was screaming for release but he fought his inner demon, instead moving slowly watching her face for the slightest hesitation. Methodically he pulled her shirt apart revealing the pale skin of her chest and the smoothness of her skin called to him. Her chest was heaving, and he watched as the swell beneath her underclothing strained to maintain its purpose. He slipped his fingers underneath the strap across her shoulder and slowly slid his hand beneath the edges of the lace until he reached the juncture between her breasts. He told himself he would look just once more at her face, give her just one more chance to stop this before there would be no turning back. Glancing up towards her eyes, he saw what he needed to see and his course was set unwaveringly forward.

In a flurry of movement he had pushed her shirt off her shoulders and left it to puddle at her feet. Her hands were trembling as she pulled at the buttons of his tunic, trying to rid him of the stiff persona he emitted. Pulling her up, into his arms he lifted her from the ground and she circled her arms around his neck struggling to not break the kiss. He carried her to his bed, falling over her body as she sank into the down, crushing her beneath his own weight. He pulled until he had succeeded at removing her skirt and slid his hands down her legs to throw her knee socks to the floor. Breaking the kiss to stand, he removed the rest of his clothing and looked towards the fireplace and uttered a charm, the fire surged back to life.

She could see the outline of his body against the glow of the fire, his need for her apparent, and she pulled his arm until he was once again crushing her underneath him. His hands roamed the contours of her body, exploring, and taking great pleasure in the effect his touch seemed to have on her. Their mouths were savaging assaulting each other’s as her hands slid down his back, pulling him towards the moisture that had soaked the black curls between her legs.

She needed to feel him, to know his touch inside of her. Wrapping one of her legs around his own, allowing him further access she started when he reached down and began to play beneath the dense black curls.

His breathing had intensified and he wanted more than anything to bury his face deep inside her wetness. He pulled away and kissed his way down until he found the treasure he so desperately sought. Burying his face, she arched her back and reached towards the headboard looking for something to steady herself against. Her body betrayed her and she began to move in sync with the movements of his tongue until she could stand no more.

He could feel her legs trying to close, to prevent him from completing what he had begun, so he forced her deeper into the down by pressing against her thighs. She was powerless against his assault, and her body released into his mouth.

Licking and biting, he wanted all of her inside of him. He didn’t want to waste one single taste of her, so he continued until he was sure she was completely spent. Severus worked his mouth back up her body until he was pressed firmly against her lips and he practically came as she licked her own taste from his tongue. He would not last long at this pace after all he was no longer the young man he once was.

Reaching down, he guided himself into place and drove deep inside of her hallowed ground. Covering her mouth with his own to muffle the screams of pleasure and pain, he continued to drive into her until he finally felt her body relax and become used to fact that she was no longer pure as virginal snow.

His head found her neck and he bit until he could taste blood mixed with the salt of her skin. Severus lapped at her wound, continuing his invasion of her flesh until he could stand no more. With one final thrust, he came in long spurts deep inside of her, with no thought of the consequence thereof. For that one brief moment, nothing in the world mattered except for the woman he had wrapped within his arms and he would do anything to prolong the sensation.

For several minutes after, he kissed her softly, taking in the familiar smell he had long since associated with her until finally breaking the bond their bodies shared and rolled onto his side. He immediately wrapped her in his arms, and felt her hair tickle against the skin of his chest. Not wanting to loose his prize so soon he stroked her head and whispered, “Stay, stay as long as you like. I’ve had my fill of empty beds.”

She looked to him and smiled, “How convenient, I had no intention of leaving.”

Despite the fact he was no longer a young man, he felt the need to take her again, but he fought the urge knowing that they had all night. He would make sure she arrived safely in her room before anyone noticed her missing. Content in the knowledge she would not leave until she was forced to, he settled his head against her own and drifted off to sleep.