Welcome to my darkness

She had thought she’d made herself clear, she was positive. But Severus didn’t leave the hotel room angrily as she had pictured. Instead he gracefully climbed up from where he had been lying on the large bed arms crossed comfortably behind his head and walked around it to her side until he was standing in front of her. She looked up at him questioningly wondering what he could possibly want with her now. But, she should have known. She should have known when he bent down and took her body lotion from her hands, when he placed it on the nightstand and he knelt in front of her, his knees sinking into the plush soft hotel room carpet. She should have known when he placed his hands on her bare knees pink from her bath and slowly but firmly spread them apart…
…then buried his face against the damp curls between her thighs.
“Severus!” Serenity cried, her hands automatically flying to his head, each grasping fistfuls of his dark raven hair oblivious to the pain she could cause him,
“What are you- Severus stop it. You can’t-” Serenity objected weakly, but he could and he did. His mouth pressed against her as tightly as a hand. His hot competent tongue laved her. His arms, moving beneath her robe, circled her hips and brought her more firmly against him, his fingers singeing the soft flesh of her bum. As her resolve weakened at an extraordinary limit she could do nothing but tighten her grip on his hair and moan in pleasure, her back and neck arching with each expert caress of his tongue…
She fell back against the bed all of her arguments against their doing exactly this completely forgotten. She slowly relaxed her grip on his hair, drifting her fingers along his forearms until she came to the hands that were now gripping her thighs, keeping her body anchored to the bend since his lips and tongue were causing her hips to roll with each new stroke. She sank her fingertips into those hands urging them higher in pleasurable defeat, until they parted the robe and found her aching breasts.

It was wrong, she knew it was wrong. He was using weapons against her she had no defence system for his legilimency only a minor advantage he had over her. He was bad for her, she would become attached to him and then he’d burn her like he’d hurt so many others, it was a game for him, and it would be her fault what happened for not being stronger, earlier, when she had control. She knew this, she knew this perfectly well. So why did what he was doing feel so very, very, right?

And then his mouth slid out from between her thighs, to burn a course over her belly and up her ribcage, with attentions to both of her breasts, teasing each delicate pink nipple passionately. While one hand slipped between her legs, where his mouth had been, his fingertips as thrillingly callused and hard from the years of potion making, where as his tongue had been teasing and soft. When his face finally became level with hers, he looked down at her, his dark soulful eyes inflamed with desire, his mouth wearing a crooked but ever handsome smile that he showed to so few others.
“You know what your problem is little witch?” He asked with a perked brow in his best silk laden professor tone, and at Serenity’s inquiring silence he informed her gently,
“You think too much. Sometimes you have to stop thinking and just do it.” On the words ‘do it’ he replaced the fingers that had been inside her with something much thicker. She didn’t even have time to wonder how he’d manage to get his pants undone without her noticing. The only thing she knew was, that part of him which she’d felt pressing against her with such urgency before, had found its way inside her at last, filling what had began to feel like an aching emptiness. His weight and not to mention his erection pinioned her to the bed, and she liked it. She liked it very much, if by how she was moving against him was any indication. She was lifting up her hips to meet him, thrust for thrust, while his lips sought out her neck and his hands, oh, his hands slipped behind her shoulders and pulled her up, so each time he drove into her, he went ever more deeply home.
It was still dark when Serenity woke, she had twisted herself while she slept in the white cotton bed sheet, Severus however seemed content with the thick duvet covering him to his waist. He was sleeping soundly on his stomach, his face tilted facing away from her, as if sensing she was awake Severus rolled over onto his back and regarded the witch silently for a moment.
“Do you think they’re gone?” Serenity questioned quietly her eyes leisurely assessing the room, showing no one place any special treatment. Severus regarded the young witch who lay in the bed next to him young in years but not in mind, her magical talent and ever growing power had been highly coveted by the dark lord and he had sought to make her his. At the offer of the dark lords invitation to join his ranks the witch had went to Dumbledore, naturally the old wizard so an advantage to this came of rook and pawn, encouraging the young witch to accept, to work for the greater good and become a spy, like him. To dwell in the serpents layer remain in the danger and darkness to pass whispers that would save others to the order.
“Yes.” Severus deadpanned simply, knowing very few if any remained after the show was over and the occupants of the room had allowed themselves to briefly sleep. He watched as she gingerly slipped from under the slick black cotton sheets, cringing at the blood that smeared her inner thighs, but with a discreet flick of her hand she was cleaned. Severus noticed this too, her amazing ability to practice a branch of magic and professionalize it in days, he had taught her wandless magic only a fortnight ago. She turned to meet the darkened gaze of the wizard still reclining in the bed, not knowing entirely how to word her thanks, wordlessly leaning over the bed she chastely kissed the older wizard on the lips before apparating away, despite the usual wards of Riddle manor forbidding it.
“Be safe…” Severus murmured quietly into nothingness, knowing the young witch had returned to the dark lord as per requested to her marking that very night. Now another knew his way of life, another would share his darkness…perhaps all was not lost after all…he’d soon find out how the young witch would cope, after all, he was her potions master, and she, was his student.