Sex and Cigarettes

Aching limbs stirred her body as she felt her arms stretching up over her head, only they were restricted, bound in sheets. At least they were warm sheets, she thought, and attempted to stretch her legs. She was met with long hair legs behind her. Eyes shot open and she shot up, tangled in sheets, naked as they day she was born and she nearly tumbled out of the bed.



“Good morning to you too,” he spat, rather dryly and watched her attempt to pull herself back into a sitting position.



“Morning?” she said, eyes wide. “Fuck, Severus, what time is it?”



“I’m going with half past ten.”



“Half past—” she growled and tried, however unsuccessfully, to untangle herself from the sheets, kicking his leg once or twice in the process.



“Would you watch what you’re doing, woman?” he narrowed his eyes at her and grabbed both of her legs through the sheet.



“Would you let go of me? I’m late!” she snapped and wriggled her body to the edge of the bed without realizing it, and then promptly fell off onto the floor.



“It’s Saturday,” he said lazily and smirked at her from his stretched out position on the mattress. Slapping a hand to her forehead, she shot up, not caring that she was naked, and rushed toward his bathroom. “Where on earth are you rushing off to? You can’t possibly have anywhere better to be.”



“An arrogant statement if ever I heard one, even from you, Severus” she shouted and he heard the sink running. “You blood wanker, you’ve gone and made me late for practice! I was supposed to be supervising practice for Hufflepuff this morning at nine!” A moment later she appeared in the bathroom doorway, shirt half slung over her torso, one leg in her trousers. She hopped about trying to get herself properly dressed. “This isn’t funny!” she growled as he chuckled at her.



“It is to me.”



“Last bloody time I ever lie with you.”



“You weren’t that good to begin with,” he sneered.



“Where the fuck are the cigarettes?” she hissed, tugging on a boot, half collapsing back onto the mattress. Severus took his time reaching into the drawer beside him and withdrew a pack, taking one out, he handed it to her. Rolanda shot her hand forward and snatched the pack, leaving him holding the single between his fingers. “Thank you,” she smirked and then withdrew one of her own before stuffing the pack into a pocket on the front of trousers.



“Woman I swear—”



“You swear nothing, you big bat. You were supposed to wake me up.”



“I don’t recall you saying that.”



“Yes I did, right after you buggered me in the arse,” she snapped.



“Don’t patronize me, Madam,” he stood from the bed. “Your exact words were, Severus don’t let me sleep too long. How the bloody hell was I supposed to know how long was too long? It was nearly dawn by the time you nodded off!”



“Bullocks!” Her eyes were wild as stomped around his room, looking for her other boot. She was nearly about to tear the bed apart when he reached under it on his side and tossed it at her. Both hands grabbed it mid air as if it were a quaffle and she stuffed her foot into it just as hard. “I swear you did this on purpose!”



“Oh, yes, because I was supposed to bloody know that you had practice to oversee this morning.”



“Yes, well unlike some of us, I actually have duties to attend to on the weekend? We can’t all just sit around and polish our brooms, now can we?” With a flick of her wand she lit the cigarette and took several heavy drags on it. He’d moved over to stand beside her, taking the cigarette from her lips. “I’m going to bloody kill—”



His lips crushed hers, and he wrapped his naked arms around her, holding her tightly to him until they stumbled back to the bed. She kicked, digging the heel of her boots into his backside as his fingers fiddled with her trousers. “You’ve got the whole bloody pack,” he growled, yanking them down.



“I don’t have time for this!” she hissed but leaned up and kissed him roughly. “Stop it, I’ve got to go.”



“I’ll be quick.”



“Cause you can’t hold out,” and her fingers tore through his hair, as he forced her knickers down and thrust himself into her.



“If you’re going to go to practice looking like you’ve been thoroughly shagged, one would think you’d want to actually have been thoroughly shagged.”



She laughed, eyes glowing. “Yes well in order for one to be thoroughly shagged they’d have to be shagging someone other than you!” His teeth sank into her neck and she yelped, caught off guard. The spot was tender, the purple mark from last night angry, still baring the teeth marks in it. She clamped her legs hard together, forcing her walls to tighten on him. It was giving a new name to the phrase, “a quickie” but pleasure was the last thing on her mind, regardless of how good it felt.



Minutes later, they were panting, he was coming and she spasming. He’d barely finished when she pushed him roughly off her. Severus fell back onto the bed, and she stood upright, storming back to the bathroom, trousers around her knees. It took her a moment to clean herself enough to pull her knickers back up and she ran a handful of water through her tussled spikes. “Fuck,” she muttered to the mirror. Her collar was too low to hide the mark he’d left on her neck. “Oh well, suppose that’s what I get…stupid vampire,” she sneered and then stalked back into the bedroom.



The packet of cigarettes had fallen from her trousers and Severus had bent over the bed to pick them up just as she’d moved back into the room. In one swoop she’d snatched them away and stuffed them into her trousers. “Vile female!” he snarled. “Those are my cigarettes!”



“Which you probably stole from me!” she spat, and then stalked out the door, heading for the pitch. Severus flopped back into his bed, running fingers through his own hair, which felt significantly better after having been washed the night before. He closed his eyes. He had no where to be until the evening staff meeting at 6:00p.m.



She’d ran as fast as she could through corridors and up staircases until she’d burst out into the bright morning light of day. By the time she’d reached the pitch she was wholly out of breath. “What did I miss?” she panted, and Cedric Diggory, sixth year captain, frowned.



“We assumed that you wouldn’t be here. I’ve been running drills, I hope that was alright…”



“It’s fine, no one should trouble you, I know that I’m supposed to supervise the practices but…”



His face turned scarlet, eyes having found the large purple mark on her neck. “It’s alright, Madam Hooch, I can understand…it is Saturday and everyone needs a…erm…a lie in…and whatnot…”



“What?” she snapped, waving her hand in front of his eyes, “Haven’t you ever seen a hickey before?” Cedric’s face turned bright red as he scurried away from her. She sighed. The day did not look promising with the remainder of a long practice before her and an evening staff meeting at it’s end.