Tear you apart
Severus’ expression was cold, collected, and distant as always, but his mind... This is another topic altogether. Whenever he saw Anastasia, Professor Cromwell for you, creep, his mind chastised him, Ana, please. We’re having tea, not a job interview, she corrected him one evening, he took notice of how her eyes seemed to search for his while in a room together, how she gave him a short wave whenever she met him in Hogsmeade during a weekend trip, how she slightly leaned towards him at dinner to whisper in his ear Merlin knows what. Her words faded into the background as he relished in the feeling of her warm breath tickling his ear and part of his cheek, trying in vain to control the growing bulge in his pants while the hairs in the back of his neck stood erect.
He replayed almost every night behind his tightly closed eyelids the moment she almost fell, slipping on a small patch of frosted grass while returning from a Quidditch match and how she grabbed his frock coat in search of balance, his arm making a quick way towards her waist to help her as his heart made one beat more than necessary. I have to drink less coffee next time. Thank Merlin it was cold outside to mask the blood that was rushing towards his cheeks and nose.
His dreams started to be more explicit night after night, and he started to wake up with a boner almost every morning, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin no matter how low the temperature dropped in his quarters. In his dreams, Ana was beneath him on his bed, eyes closed, lips parted to release the moans he was responsible for, her hands grabbing him like that day she almost slipped, but now clawing on his bare skin. Severus could almost feel her, smell her, taste her, and waking up yet again in a cold bed affected him more and made him forget, for a while, the shame of dreaming of Anastasia in this way for another night in a row.
Severus began to overanalyze every gesture towards him, every glance, every touch, every word. He got lost searching for the meaning behind them, making himself crazy over every little detail. Every time he decided to just tell her straight away how he felt, though every time he met Ana he decided against it, terrified he’d scare her away. Severus realized he fell for her, and the thought of driving Ana away made him reconsider and opress his sexual desire towards her. Their connection, or whatever one wants to call it, was more valuable than a one-night stand followed by neither of them speaking to the other.
It worked until the Christmas party organized by the Ministry of Magic, when Ana brushed his hand over his and left it there as though it was its rightful place, next to his. Severus took a sip of his drink as his heart started to race and the air to be sucked out of the room. Then Lucius approached him and he gave his lecture about how Ana feels the same about him as Severus does about her. It was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes, as Lucius had said.
Fast forward one month and a half later, she’s sleeping naked in his arms, head on his shoulder. One slender arm is draped over his chest, palm under his semi open shirt as her thigh enveloped one of his. He kept his shirt on to obscure the scar from the dark mark, knowing full well he was going to come clean towards Ana at some point, but Severus didn’t care much about this then. He was relieved that Ana didn’t care about this either when they started undressing one another.
Severus relished feeling the wetness pool between her legs and the taste of her release on his tongue, almost forgetting his aching cock as she thrashed over his actions.
He almost didn’t hear her soft plea. "I need you inside of me, please... Sev, please fuck me, I want you! "
Severus entered her hesitantly, thrusting shallowly in fear of hurting her and afraid he might lose control and cum right then, putting Ana off for good.
"Harder, Sev! Please!"
He lowered his face and, as he touched her forehead with his, an "Are you sure?" escaped his lips that hovered over hers.
"Yes, baby, please!" she said as he picked up the rhythm and the force of his thrusts.
Moans and gasps filled the room. Severus watched her, memorizing how muscles spasmed under his ministrations, the shadow of a proud smirk pulling at his lips, knowing he was responsible for her pleasure, didn’t last very long as his own face was flooded with panic when he sensed his urgent need to cum.
"Let go for me" were the words that made him succumb in pure bliss, his hips shaking against her core as he felt her walls clench against his cock.
Severus blinked the memories away and looked at her peacefully sleeping form, his fingers slowly threading through a lock of Ana’s hair, the other hand softly massaging her shoulder blade.
"Do you ever sleep, Sev?" It came out as a muffled sound as she began shifting to wakefulness, her head lifting slightly to be able to see him through heavy eyelids.
"Only when necessary."
"Daydreaming about this gorgeous night?"
"Darling, it’s still dark. Nightdreaming would make much more sense in this context."
"Whatever." She locked her lips with his in a tender kiss while she climbed on top to straddle him. His cock started to harden as soon as he felt her already dripping core against it, soft breasts pressing against his chest, hearts starting to beat faster.
"Ana-"
"Sev-I want you!"
"I want you too!" he breathed.
"Good, because I want to fucking tear you apart-"