A Very Good Occlumens

NOTE: Different ending than you’ve probably seen. Starts new about halfway through.
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He pulled the sweater over her head. Her hair fell in a soft line nearly to the middle of her back. He moved the thick, wavy mass aside and unhooked her lacy, cream-colored bra. His fingers stroked her back then moved under the lace of the bra along the sides of her full and aching breasts. She held her breath. He was straddling her. She could feel his lean thighs on either side of hers. It made her want to arch her back, to offer him what lay between her legs, but she squelched the desire, even as she felt her sex engorge and more thick wetness spread from it.

His hands with their long, clever fingers roamed back to her spine, then down, down... They hesitated at the waistband of her jeans before slipping inside. Lily held her breath. Snape slid himself further down her legs and pushed his hand deeper inside the jeans and inside her lacy knickers. He lightly rubbed the backs of his fingers against the swell of her buttocks. Then he spanned her waist with both his hands.

"Your waist is so small," he said in a low voice, close behind her right ear. "Sometimes I forget how small you are."

Was this an insult? She twisted to try to see him, but his hands tightened around her and wouldn’t let her turn all the way. She realized with some astonishment that he really could get his hands all the way around her waist and even that his fingers overlapped a bit. The knowledge made a new rush of wetness issue from her congested sex. She struggled to hide the catch in her breathing. One of his hands reached around to her flat stomach and undid the fastenings of her jeans.

"Pull them off."

"I can’t. You’re on top of me."

"You know," he said, bending close to her ear again, "not many dare talk back to me."

"Well, I dare!"

"Indeed." It sounded like he was smiling when he said that, but Lily couldn’t be sure. "But you’ll take them off anyway." His tone brooked no opposition. He sat back on his heels to give her some room, and after a second, she raised her hips, trying hard not to seem as if she were pushing her pussy in his face, and pulled her jeans down. Snape hooked his fingers in the waistband of her knickers and tugged, but she held fast to them. He pulled at the lace again, but she wouldn’t let go. The crotch of her knickers was filled with her wetness, and she didn’t want him to see it or even feel it. He would know how excited she was, would know and would hold his power over her. She was desperately embarrassed about it.

"Play it that way, then," he rasped in her ear.

She had barely registered the warning when she felt something hot and wet engulf her sex. It was his mouth, she realized with shock.

"S-Stop!"

In response, he pulled aside a bit of the lace to expose part of her labia and tongued her there. Her breath caught. He slowly pulled the lace completely to one side. There was a long pause during which Lily didn’t dare breath. Then she felt him cautiously probe his tongue between her swollen lips. Her breath rushed out jerkily and caught again. She tried to pull away half-heartedly, but one hand held her in place. The finger of the other spread her open, and then his hot tongue touched her just under her clit. She gasped unwillingly. "Still want me to stop?" he said.

She seemed not to be able to speak. A finger replaced the tongue, stroking her clit lightly, then pushing firmly into her, where it moved from side to side, seeming to hit a new spot of sensitivity with each stroke. It wiggled there for an endless moment, and then it stopped. Her inner muscles clamped desperately around the finger.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"Don’t, Sev. Don’t tease," Lily said, and a wave of sadness washed over her. He knew he had the upper hand. That's all he wanted. Soon it would bore him. She would be a conquest to him...and she was just beginning to crave his touch. She was thankful she could hide her face in the counterpane.

Snape hesitated. He saw her embarrassment and found it amusing. But in the larger picture, he could hardly believe that he had Lily Evans--beautiful, kind, powerful Lily Evans!--desiring him in his own bed. He wanted nothing more than to continue to tease and finger her, then give her what her body was begging for, using his mouth and his cock. But something stilled him. Although the present position offered many lovely possibilities and was one of his favorites, he wanted to see that pale face in the moment of orgasm, look into those bottle-green eyes with their thick fringe of cinnamon lashes, run his hands through that hair the color of maple leaves in mid-autumn.

With a low growl of impatience, he rolled her over, pressing his weight into her. "Take off those irritating knickers," he commanded in a voice more rough than he intended, "or by Merlin or by God, Lily, I'll do it, and that'll be the end of them."

After the briefest of pauses, she reached down and slid the foamy scrap of cloth off her.

"Ah, Lily," he couldn't help muttering in her ear as their bodies came together without any barriers. "I've waited so long for you, wanted you so much--"

He let the words come without calculation, and they had an immediate effect on Lily. Her body relaxed beneath his and became infinitely flexible, reminding him of candle wax around a forceful flame.

He spread her rump open with one hand and began sliding his cock into her tight, very wet passage. He had to pause, pulling it in and out, back and forth, as she gradually accommodated him. He could hear her rapid breathing and feel the triphammer of her heart under him. At last, he felt himself bottoming out.

Smoothing her hair off her forehead, he looked deep into her almond-shaped eyes. "You know what I'm going to do."

Her own eyes darted from feature to feature of his face. He looked deeply and read:

*I'm spread so wide. What will he do? Will he hurt me?*

"No," he muttered and moved a tiny bit inside her, just enough to tug his foreskin back and forth, and all the while, never losing sight of those eyes.

*spike of pleasure*

He held one of her ass cheeks firmly open, aware that the shaft of his penis was now in full contact with her labia and clit, his balls pressed to her exposed ass, he continued moving his cock in its tiny rubbing within her.

*higher spike of pleasure*

Then it seemed to him that the words fairly bubbled up from behind her eyes:

*Oh, God. Oh, God. I never felt this before. My pussy has never been stretched like this. Never felt that rub so deep inside. Severus. Severus! Oh, God. James never--*

The thoughts blurred like a pebble being thrown in a pond, and he knew she was clamping down on them.

"You don't want me to know, but I do," he said in a near-whisper, never losing eye contact with her, grinding his cock in harder, making his foreskin caress her inside and cause him difficulty in control.

Now he could hear her real voice, making high-pitched noises with every stroke. Her legs spread further apart, then they wrapped around his waist. Her cries were getting more desperate.

"Don't close your eyes," he grated in her ear.

The green gaze trembled on him.

*spiking pleasure*
*more, more, ... please, more*

He began ramming his cock into her, first somewhat softly, then with firm purpose, keeping contact with all parts of her sex and fixing his black eyes on her almost stricken-looking green ones.

*more*
*that's right*
*so good*
*so good!*
*James never--*
*never like this. never*
*can't control*
*pleasure getting higher*
*never so wide*
*spreading me so wide inside*
*rubbing me inside just there*
*ah*
*ah*
*Severus*
*Severus!*
*blurry pleasure*
*blurry pleasure*
*ERUPTION*

The emerald eyes closed, the creamy neck arched, and the pink mouth opened on a long cry. Snape continued pumping into her, feeling her tight passage rippling along his length. For long moments, he was able to send her over the verge again and again by adjusting the angle of his penetration and probing her sensitive labia with his fingers. But the effort was costing him control. He could feel his cock getting harder and fuller.

"Open your eyes," he whispered hoarsely. "Lily. Open your eyes."

The jade gaze fell on him again, open, holding nothing back.

*want you to come inside me*

He heard himself make a harsh noise.

*bigger than I've ever had before*
*feels so good inside*
*lo--*

Again, the ripple disrupted the surface of her thoughts. He was so close!

"Don't hold back!" he ground out, practically in her face. "Let me see it."

*...*
*...*

He stroked her clitoris with his thumb, and her neck arched, eyes closing again, an incoherent cry on her lips.

He couldn't stop it. His cock felt twice its usual thickness and length. He surged deeply into her, orgasm spurting from him. "Lily!" he said into her hair. "Ah, Merlin, Lily!"

For long moments, they didn't move, just lay panting on the counterpane. He sensed how close he had come to opening her frozen, grieving heart.

"Lily," he began, and she turned to him.

Then Snape felt the one thing he had dreaded. The Dark Mark on his right forearm began to burn.