Thinking of You

Twisting and turning, huffing and puffing as he fought to get comfortable in the unfamiliar bed, he growled before punching a pillow. He had started the night on his back, but every time the lids of his eyes closed, the scene he had stumbled into what he had considered his rooms at number twelve Grimmauld Place would start playing. Thus, he turned onto his left side, then his right before flopping over onto his stomach. Sadly, that had not worked well either. The pressure of the mattress against his rampant erection proved far too distracting and inspired thoughts that he was desperately trying not to think. Snarling out a quiet string of expletives, he turned to stare at the ceiling.

Lying all alone and restless
Unable to lose this image
Sleepless, unable to focus on
Anything but your surrender

He wasn't sure when she had made the transformation from insufferable know-it-all girl to insufferable know-it-all temptress, but her image had ingrained itself on his mind. He wouldn't have even come to this place if the ever-maddening Albus and Minerva team hadn't threatened to hex his bollocks off if he skived off another usual absence from the anniversary celebration. Sure he had just as much cause, if not more, to be happy that Voldermort had finally gotten his just desserts, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be around such a boisterous and drunken crowd. ' And just look where their meddling has gotten me,' he groused. He supposed the anniversary celebration was the reason why the chit had taken his customary rooms instead of finding another of the many bedrooms the house had. When he arrived, he remembered Weasley whinging about the girl retiring early, begging off with a headache. Some headache, his lips twisted into their usual smirk.

After enduring smouldering looks from a deeply inebriated Trelawney and the continued harping from the Boy-That-Couldn't-Keep-His-Trap-Shut, Severus finally left an hour after his arrival. Hopes of a good stiff drink, peace from the ever-maddening crowd downstairs and quiet bit of reading in front of the fireplace propelled him up the stairs. Instead, he was greeted by pale flesh; round orbs peaked with hardened nipples as the witch writhed on the bed. The ministrations from her hands sliding up her body to cup those delicious breasts, her fingers deftly tweaking the pebbled flesh before a lone hand would delve back between her splayed thighs and swiftly part through her moistened curls. She had seemed oblivious to his presence, as she whimpered and softly moaned. Her pleasure obviously increasing as her fingers increased their previously languorous pace to a more frenzied motion. Each sound that echoed in the still room caused Severus's desire to go up another notch.

He left before he had flung himself onto the bed and taken what she would have so willingly offered. The impassioned crying of his name nearly sending him over the edge. Hiding out in one of the less used rooms, he finally stripped down in an attempt to get some sleep. Staring at the ceiling so far had garnered him nothing, his thoughts always turning back to what he had seen in his rooms. The curve of her hips as she writhed in his bed, the sweet mewling sounds she made as she came closer to the edge, how the very room was permeated with the smell of her sex.

A hand wandered from where it had previously sat behind his head down to slide under the cool sheets. Grasping his erection, his hand began to drift slowly up and down the length as his eyelids slid shut. His thoughts swirling into what could have happened.

Tugging a rhythm to vision that's in my head
Tugging a beat to the sight of you lying
So delighted with a new understanding
Something about a little evil that makes that
Unmistakable noise I was hearing
Unmistakable sound I know so well

Her eyes clenched tight as he teased and tormented her breasts. Laving the hard buds before nipping on them lightly with his teeth. Lips trailing down her body, the tips of his hair grazing her already sensitized skin. He paused to skim his lips along her inner thigh before travelling to where they both wanted his mouth to be. His tongue traced a path through the wetness that was already gathered there, their combined moans echoing off the walls in the room. He tormented her with alternating licks on that bundle of nerves, groaning to himself as he plunged two fingers into her and found her so tight. Suckling lightly he felt her come apart, her muscles clenching tightly. Looking up at her face to watch her rapturous expression and dazed eyes.

Spent and sighing with a look in your eye
Spent and sweating with a look on your face like
Sweet revelation
Sweet surrender

The hand underneath the covers pumped faster and faster.

As she began to breathe again, he would move up her body, resting between her splayed thighs. Leaning over her, capturing her lips in a long kiss, his hips twitched so that his erection tapped against her. Giving him a sultry smile, she wrapped her legs around his waist. And then, oh then, he thought as his breath hitched, he would enter Heaven.

The bed groaned as their cries mingled while their bodies crashed together again and again. His hips moving like lightning, her voice becoming staccato as she exploded around him. Groaning into her hair, he would lose himself

Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking