What Have I Done?

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Chapter Five: Something A Little Different

Severus paused, unsure he heard her correctly.

“I mean it,” she whispered, immodest in her nudity. “I was looking for you.”

He looked down into her eyes and saw his own lust reflected. He drunk in her unabashed presentation of her body. The rosy tips of her breasts, the simple flair of her hips, Merlin she was lovely. Lovely and looking for him.

“It would appear that you’ve found me.” He smirked. Tracing his fingertip down her neck and across her collarbone, he had little doubt why she’d been searching for him. There was more to the story, of that he was fairly certain, but the time for questions would come later.

She was biting her lip as his fingertip made a slow trip down her arm. She wasn’t prepared for this, this slowness. She’d expected another slam against the door, quick and fulfilling. He was showing tenderness she hadn’t known he possessed. His hand slithered from her hand to her waist, cradling her as his thumb tested the softness. She shivered, not from cold, but from anticipation.

Severus was in no hurry. With her pup predisposed for the evening, they had all night to explore each other and he fully intended to take advantage of the time. While holding her waist with one hand, the other slithered up the soft flesh of her stomach. Playing along her ribs, he watched her closed eyes and listened to her shallow breathing. A small whimper escaped from her lips when he cupped her breast, testing the weight in his hand before teasing the hardened nipple with the calloused pad of his thumb.

“Open your eyes, look at me,” he softly commanded. She opened her eyes and tilted her head to look into his. He couldn’t resist kissing her again, even as he lightly pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped into his mouth and stepped closer to him. His free hand wandered down her stomach toward the small patch of fiery curls nestled between her legs. He pulled his mouth back and her eyes automatically opened as his hand cupped her sex. His middle finger slid along the swollen lips, parting her to feel her wetness. She whimpered as his finger teased at her bud before slipping inside of her warm opening.

Her breathing was erratic as he played with her. Her hand moved to grip his arm as her knees grew weak. His fingers worked magic on her, sliding between her silky walls as his thumb found her nub and massaged in circles. She cried out his name as an orgasm washed over her. He removed his hand from her sex and picked her up into his arms. Walking into the bedchamber, he muttered an incantation and candles flamed to life. He sat her down on the large canopied bed, pushing the thought of her and Lupin tumbling here out of his mind. He didn’t want to think of her with Lupin, not even in the most innocent of thoughts.

She sat up and looked into his hooded black eyes. Her hands itched to rid him of the dark robes that were his signature. She reached up to the collar of his robes and with trembling fingers started unbuttoning his many buttons. He watched her work, not offering help to make his undressing go faster. Her fingers trembled as her mind cursed the use of so many buttons before she remembered she was a witch. Stopping, she summoned her wand and within a few moments of whispered incantations he was as bare as she was. He smirked down at her and she blushed, realizing this was the first time she really got to see his naked body.

He was lean, not skinny as one would assume, and toned. His pale skin making his dark hair and eyes stand out that much more. From a patch of matching black hair rose his cock, hard and impressive. The purple head begged to be sucked, but she didn’t want to rush, not after he’d slowly tortured her. His left arm caught her eye and she unashamedly took his hand in hers and turned his arm over to see the mark better. He made to tug his hand from her grasp, but she did the unthinkable, lowering her head to flick her tongue against the magic ink that burned and flowed beneath his skin. He cupped her cheek in his hand and took her lips in another slow kiss, still in shock of her reaction to the Dark Mark.

She pulled away from the kiss and smoother her hands along his shoulders and down his arms. Swallowing hard, she pulled at him to join her on the bed. The same bed she shared with Remus. She watched as he lay back against the pillows, his dark hair falling back from his face. She moved up until her face was inches from his and traced his cheeks and chin with her fingers. Larentia teased his lips with her own, pulling back from a true kiss. Her lips made a steady trail down his chin, neck and chest. She stopped long enough to flick her tongue against his pebble-like nipples, looking up into his face to gauge his reactions.

He watched her, tasting his skin, flicking along his body like she had the Dark Mark. She wasn’t repulsed by him. In fact, she seemed to be worshiping him, with her mouth and touch. A rugged gasp escaped him as her tongue found his belly button, and she rewarded him with one of her breathtaking smiles.

She shifted, setting on her knees between his spread legs. She looked up, joining gazes with him as her hand found his shaft. He arched into the warmth of her hand, and had trouble laying still as she stroked him. Maintaining eye contact, she lowered her head and flicked her tongue snake like against his swollen head. He hissed as her mouth enveloped him in hot wetness. His hips raising off the mattress, his hands finding her hair and holding her head to him. She glanced up at him as she sucked at him, watching him watch her as her mouth filled with him. She took all of him, his head touching the back of her throat repeatedly. Only the thought of taking her, having her scream his name, gave him the strength to pull back from her talented mouth.

He pulled her up his body until she was straddling him. Their mouths met in mutual need as he buried himself within her in one thrust. She pulled from his kiss and sat up, tossing her head back as she rolled her hips. He let her set the pace, watching her back arch as she rode him, his hands finding her breasts and cupping them. He thrust up into her body as her body rolled in waves over his. Soon she was panting and her hips were doing figure eights over his impaling member.

Her head fell back as she moaned his name. Severus seized the opportunity and rolled her over onto her back, pining her to the bed with his body. His hands slid up her legs, cupping her rounded ass as he pulled himself nearly from her body before surging back in. The long, slow strokes were driving her mad, her fingernails scratching down his back as she whispered his name up to him as though in prayer. She bit her lip as he crushed down into her, thrusting faster and harder, building a tempo sure to drive her over the edge. He felt her walls clench around him as another wave of ecstacy hit her and he stopped holding back, giving in to his own flood of orgasm.

He fell forward, on top of her, nestled between her thighs. Their breathing slowed and he felt her tongue flick against his sweat coated shoulder. Sighing he rolled over, bringing her to cuddle along his side. Her head rested on his shoulder as they came down from the aftershocks of their love making.

“That was,” Larentia started, finally trusting her voice, “amazing.”

He gave an out of character chuckle, and shifted to his side to look into her eyes. He lowered his mouth to kiss her before pulling back and cupping her cheek.

“And we have the rest of the night ahead of us,” he whispered as she shivered in anticipation.

Hours later, after a decadent bath that ended with Severus taking her from behind as she gripped the side of the tub. Another tumble on the bed, that wasn’t nearly as slow as their first time. A midnight snack, with each other being the main course. They fell back into bed exhausted. Severus found himself cradling her in his arms, something he’d be hard pressed to remember doing with any of the other “ladies” he’d had sex with over the years. Pressing his nose into her lavender scented hair, he fell into one of the few untroubled sleeps he’d had in his life.

The sun didn’t wake him the next morning. Neither did the birds with their infernal chirping. No, a shadow falling over the bed and a gruff voice was his alarm clock. He looked up into the murderous eyes of Remus Lupin, holding not only his own wand, but Severus’ as well. And both were pointed at his head.

“Would you care to tell me, what the bloody hell you’re doing in my bed?”