Sweet Soul Music

Disclaimer – The wonderful JK Rowling created all the things that you recognise. I’m just having a bit of fun.

Chapter Seven.

Severus stood by the side of his bed unbuttoning his shirt. He had not met anyone quite like Cat before and she fascinated him. The few women that he had been with before had seemed in awe and somewhat intimidated by him, this one certainly wasn’t, and he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with that. His mind swam with different images from this evening, the kiss, the feel of her against him. He felt himself hardening again at these mental pictures as he continued undressing; there was no way he could sleep in this state.

Cat absentmindedly picked her way across her bedroom, the clothes from earlier still littering the floor. Were all first kisses that good? She tried to remember her past encounters and found that all she could think of was this evening. His lips had been demanding so much more from her and it had taken all of her willpower to resist. “Well, if it wasn’t the best first kiss ever it was certainly up in the top three” she said to herself as she climbed into bed, her mind racing. She would be having sweet dreams tonight.

Her head sank back into the pillows and she closed her eyes. She wanted him so much and silently cursed herself for holding to her earlier promise. Her body had responded to his ministrations eagerly and the warmth between her thighs seemed to draw her hand towards it. She couldn’t stop herself, or didn’t want to. As she gently stroked the damp flesh her mind conjured up an image of Severus above her and his hand replaced her own. His black eyes staring into her own intently, burning with passion as he spoke to her in that silken voice, soon she was lost. As her climax drew closer she bucked her hips towards her hand and whispered his name as she came.

Down in the dungeons of Hogwarts he was having trouble sleeping. No matter what he tried thinking of his thoughts kept returning to her and the throbbing in his member would not subside. “Fuck it” he said to himself as his hand started to stroke his shaft. Closing his eyes he pictured her as earlier and let his mind play out its own version. He imagined the pierced tongue running up and down his length and was soon lost in his fantasy, pumping franticly at his cock until he felt the first waves of his orgasm hit. He shuddered as he climaxed and the sticky warmth hit his hand. With a mumbled “Scourgify” he cleaned himself and the sheets. Settling down against his pillows he frowned slightly, he didn’t like not being in control; somehow he had to get the upper hand. Severus drifted off to sleep with a smirk on his face; if he could her down here to his territory he would show her what type of man he was.

Although they both slept in different parts of the castle in their dreams they were together, on the sofa in Cat’s rooms. The stereo was on low with Otis Redding playing in the background and they were locked together in a passionate embrace. They didn’t speak to each other, they didn’t need to, they both knew what they wanted. Severus cupped her breast gently and she moaned as his other hand slid under the fabric that separated them, and then suddenly she was naked pressed up against him. He drew away from her and his eyes raked over her body, taking in every detail. His eyes hovering over her tattoos with fascination, he slowly traced the design with his fingertips sending a shiver up her spine. His gaze returned to hers briefly and then fell downwards to her breasts. Slowly he bent forward and brushed his lips against first one and then the other. Cat breathed in raggedly as he took her nipple into his mouth, his hand reaching up to her other breast. As he circled one with his tongue his thumb mimicked the action on the other, both buds hardening at his efforts. She arched her back and dropped her head back as he traced a path of kisses up to her throat. His breath was light against her neck as he flicked his tongue across her earlobe and whispered huskily that he wanted her………….

Morning came around too quickly for Cat’s liking. She was loathe to interrupt the delicious dream she was having but duty called and she had classes to take. Humming to herself she got washed and dressed, sensible clothes again. She didn’t mind Severus staring into her cleavage but the prospect of hormonal seventh year boys doing the same wasn’t quite as appealing. She would be seeing him at breakfast of course “But not in the way he would like to” her mind added and she smiled mischievously in the mirror as she finished putting on her eyeliner.

Severus found that he was humming at his reflection as he shaved. This would have to be rectified; he had an image to uphold to his students after all, he couldn’t be seen to be happy. The mirror snorted in disgust at him “you look like the cat that got the cream.” He smiled wickedly at his reflection.
“No, just the professor that got the Cat” chuckling deep in his throat at his own play on words. The mirror ignored him as he carried on preparing himself.