Sweet Soul Music

Disclaimer – Same as always, the places and characters you recognise are JK Rowlings.

Chapter Thirty.

Severus smiled as he wrapped his arms around the naked witch sleeping by his side. The sun was peeking through the heavy drapes at the window and the morning light gently illuminated her relaxed features. Propping himself up on one arm he watched her quietly. Her makeup had been washed away and yet she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, a slight smile on her parted lips as she breathed gently. He could quite happily wake up to this every morning he thought to himself as she stirred slightly, snuggling into him further with a contented sigh. Although they had only known each other a short while it had been an emotional rollercoaster for them both. He wanted to forget the past week, it was too painful for him to recall the way he had treated her. He had hurt her so much and he never wanted to be the cause of her distress again. He wanted to be the one who she turned to for comfort, support and love.

Love? Where did that spring from? Shocked by his own thoughts he tried to rationalise them. She was truly the most enticing creature he had ever met, he wanted to wake up with her every morning and the thought of losing her had left a hollow, empty feeling in his gut. He found her passions fascinating and he enjoyed her company even when not making love. There it was again, that word, he was in love with her. It hit him as he continued to look at her sleeping form, how could he not be? Severus laid his head back down on the pillow next to hers, inhaling deeply the scent of her hair. Closing his eyes he whispered quietly.
“I love you, Cat.”

She had been awake for some time now, half dozing, enjoying the calm. Severus’ skin was warm against her and the sun radiated a pleasant glow upon her face. She had become aware of his scrutiny some time ago but continued to feign sleep, not wanting the idyllic moment to end. They were finally going to spend a lazy Sunday together and, although still groggy from lack of sleep, Cat’s plans of spending the day in bed didn’t really include catching up on it. If only every night could be like that.
She sighed and snuggled further back, letting his body heat warm the skin of her back as a soft smile played on her parted lips. Every nerve in her body was humming this morning; they had made love through the night, each bout punctuated with sweet embraces and easy conversation. The trials of the last few days amplifying their emotions as they eagerly explored each others bodies. She was in a blissful world of her own when she heard him whisper the three little words that made her heart skip a beat. Obviously she wasn’t meant to hear his admission, these weren’t words said for her benefit, they were for his own. Her mind reeled, he loved her, and the scariest part of all was that she felt the same way. A little piece of her didn’t want to admit that she had fallen head over heels for the enigmatic wizard; it was just the afterglow of amazing sex that was all. Who was she kidding? She had fallen for him before last night and she knew it. It had been a true whirlwind romance; like the old paperbacks her mum used to read that Cat never believed actually happened, well not to her anyway. It was the stuff of love songs and chick flicks. He loved her! The world could end now and she wouldn’t care, he loved her and she loved him back.

She stretched lazily, arching against him and pressing herself against his already swollen member.
“Did you say something?” she mumbled, as he nuzzled the nape of her neck.
“Just yawning” he muttered as he kissed her earlobe softly.
“Oh, I must be hearing things” she lied as his now familiar hands gently cupped her breasts. Turning on to her other side she looked at his distinguished features next to her on the pillow. A dark peppering of stubble covered the lower half of his face and she reached out and stroked the scratchy bristles with a grin. Now he even looked like one of the men from her mum’s books and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?” he smiled.
“Very manly” she teased as he looked deep into her eyes.
“I’m definitely all man.” He said, raising that damned eyebrow again and lifting the covers, bringing her attention to his now fully erect cock. “Want me to prove it?”
Cat looked at him hungrily “Well if you insist.”

Severus rolled her so she lay on her back, her hair spread out on the pillow like some kind of black halo as he kissed her soft lips. Cat returned the kiss, trying to focus all of her emotions into it wanting him to know everything she felt for him. Their lips remained locked as he teased her pussy with his tip before sliding his full length in slowly. She moaned into his mouth as her walls stretched to accommodate him, she was still moist and somewhat tender from last nights exertion. Wrapping her arms over his smooth back she pulled him close so that she could feel as much of him as possible as he slowly rolled his pelvis against hers. This felt so different to other times, there was a silent connection as the two of them moved in unison letting their bodies express what remained unsaid. Her hips met his every stroke as the delicious friction between them mounted, every movement was fluid and effortless as she felt the tell tale tingling in her sensitive nub start to spread. Sliding her hands down his back she dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of his backside lifting her hips off the bed as he felt the muscles deep inside her squeezing him rhythmically. It was an effort to lift his lips from her sweet mouth but he wanted to see her come for him, to burn the image into his mind so he could relive this moment whenever he closed his eyes. Cat’s breath was growing more ragged as she looked at him through heavy lids. His features were soft and his skin made even paler by the raven hair that fell forward to frame his face. He watched her almost reverently, his mesmerising eyes brimming with emotion. If she hadn’t already heard his secret confession earlier she would have known at this moment for sure that he loved her. The sensations that coursed through her every fibre were electric as her body and soul exploded simultaneously. Nothing else mattered now, everything else paled into insignificance as the feeling overwhelmed her, there was only him, Severus Snape.

The expression on the young witch’s flushed face was the most intensely erotic thing he had ever seen. She began to tremble beneath him as the force of her climax hit, the muscles in her tight channel fluttering around him bringing on his own shuddering release. His mouth claimed hers again instinctively as he pumped into her, the soft, rippling flesh that surrounded his rigid organ milking every last drop from him. Cat kissed him back fervently, his mouth becoming sweeter as he filled her with his warm seed, she could almost taste his pleasure as the last tremors passed through them both. Sighing deeply he rested his forehead against hers and gazed into her dark brown eyes. The sentiments that burned there mirrored the ones he felt and a sincere smile spread across her face.
“I love you too, Severus” she whispered sweetly.