Chapter 4
“I thought you said you wanted to learn to bake.”
Severus looks down at himself, then sneers.
“Not…dressed up,” he says, stiffly.
You giggle at him, making him look back up at you. He’s wearing one of your aprons over his plain white dress shirt - a faded white one with flowers embroidered on the chest of it. You think he looks rather…adorable.
The evening has settled in and your kitchen is in full use for the first time in many months. The oven is heating up, a pan is simmering on top, and you’re peeling fresh lettuce for salads.
You figured now would be a good time to start the lessons Severus so desperately wants. You’re cooking chicken in the oven with roasted vegetables for dinner, but are in need of a dessert.
“I figured banana bread would be a fine place to begin,” you inform.
When you grab his hand to lead him to the pantry, his sneer fades to a flat look. You pull the string on the light, illuminating the narrow but deep room. Shelves line the walls and different ingredients sit on them - flours, sugars, oils, nuts, spices, herbs, amongst a plethora of other things. He stands beside you, looking around.
“We will need flour, baking soda, sugar, and vanilla extract,” you inform.
He steps inward, beginning to look through the shelves. In just a few moments, he’s gathered the ingredients and looks at you. After approving his choices, you both step back out to the kitchen.
You retrieve a mixing bowl, pan, and measuring cups. You gesture to them.
“One cup of flour, quarter cup of sugar, teaspoon of baking soda and vanilla extract,” you instruct.
He pushes his sleeves up and begins to follow your instructions. You check on the dinner in the oven in the meanwhile. It smells delicious. As you shut it, you realize you haven’t eaten much today, just the frosting you prepared in the bakery. At least you’ll eat a good supper.
You walk up behind Severus and stand on your toes to look over his shoulder. You raise your brows in surprise when you see the ingredients - they look very much correctly measured.
“Well done,” you say.
He smiles smugly.
“I am very skilled in potion making. I measure things everyday,” Severus states.
You roll your eyes and go to the refrigerator to retrieve the butter.
“Sounds like you don’t need much help,” you mumble.
You return to the island and measure out the butter and to mash the bananas. You hand him the bowl and whisk and he stirs it repetitively, simply. You watch him closely, noticing he is exceptionally relaxed.
“When you’re done, put it in the oven,” you instruct.
You turn to the oven, with oven mitts on your hands, and pull out the finished dinner. Quickly and efficiently, you make your plates and sit them down on the clean side of the island. Severus is putting the bread pan into the oven when you sit down on one of the stools. He walks over and takes his seat across from you.
“It looks appetizing,” he murmurs.
You smile small, cutting into the food on your plate. Before he grabs his silverware, he reaches behind his neck and unties the apron, then dramatically tosses it onto the countertop. You laugh quietly, rolling your eyes. He grabs the silver fork between his fingers and begins to eat. You watch his hands as he dexterously moves the fork and knife, how skilled his fingers are.
You remember from a few nights ago just how skilled his fingers were. You feel your cheeks flush and look down, trying to hide your face. Arousal begins to brew from the memory of his fingers fucking you so good.
“You look lovely,” Severus breathes.
You glance up and laugh. That isn’t true. You didn’t spend any time getting ready today. Your eyes are darkened and reddened from the unnecessary crying you’ve been doing.
“Lying doesn’t suit you,” you reply.
He pushes his brows together incredulously.
“It suited me for eighteen years, actually,” he reminds.
You nod, remembering. He examines your face closely.
“Ah yes, I forgot you lied to your Dark Lord,” you recall.
He nods once, almost proudly. You return to your food and a long moment of silence passes between you both.
“Are you normally like…this?” Severus asks, tentatively.
You finish chewing the food in your mouth slowly, trying to delay your answer. You shift on the stool, then notice your lacking beverages.
“How rude of me, we have nothing to drink. Would you like some wine?”
You stand before he can answer and go to the wine rack on top of one of the counters. You grab a red wine and inspect it, then begin to search for a wine opener. You retrieve one and two glasses, then walk to stand beside him. You begin to shove the wine opener into the cork, but Severus places one arm around your waist. You halt, glancing at him. His other hand comes up and takes the wine opener from you. With a twirl of his finger, the cork spins out from the bottle and drops to the countertop. It is impressive, you’ll admit.
You feel the arm around you drop slightly, then his hand comes to grasp your hip. He tugs you into his personal space. You instantly get a rush of his scent and feel light headed. He leans into you and his other hand comes up to squeeze just above your ass. His lips brush yours, but that’s it.
“I am aware we do not know each other that well yet, but you can tell me what is troubling you,” Severus breathes.
You let out a dreadful sigh and turn your head from him. You don’t want to talk. Not to him. Not to anybody.
“I just feel so alone sometimes, that’s all… I miss my granddad and don’t really have other family, ” you state.
You turn back towards him, meeting his engaged black eyes. They almost look sad.
“Sometimes I wonder what the point is…you know? No one needs me,” you say, quietly.
He hums lowly, never once looking away from you.
“I am sorry you feel that way. I can understand,” he states.
He slowly leans into your lips with his, moving gently and with purpose against you. You sigh and return it, relieved you aren’t talking about feelings anymore. Instead, a deep pit of arousal forms in your abdomen. You press your thighs tightly together.
“Our food is getting cold,” you say against his lips.
“It feels warm to me,” he replies, smirking.
You giggle and he slowly lets you go. You pour the wine into the glasses and retake your seat. You make small talk the rest of the meal. When you’re both finished, you take the dishes to the sink and let them soak. You’ll clean them in the morning. You check on the desert in the oven and find it raised to perfection. You take it out to let it cool, then open a drawer and retrieve a deck of cards.
“I hope you’re good at black jack,” you warn.
You sit down at the coffee table, on the floor across from Severus, who sits in the loveseat. You begin to shuffle the cards and deal your hands.
“You’ve played before?” you ask.
They may not play this in the Wizarding community. Instead of playing the dealer, you’ll just play against each other.
“Yes, baker girl, I have,” he replies.
You laugh at the outrageous title.
“Is that what you’re calling me now?”
He shrugs. “It’s what I refer to you in my head,” he admits.
You blush and look at your hand of cards. You purse your lips and glance up to Severus.
“I have a proposition for us,” he informs.
You listen, becoming intrigued.
“Best two out of three hands wins the round. The loser of the round…must remove a piece of their clothing,”
You know you’re blushing now. “Alright, fine,” you agree.
You’re satisfied with your hand. Severus appears to be as well. You both lay your cards down. You smile, winning the hand. You redeal and prepare your hand again. You take a card from the deck and put on your best flat expression - you’ve a perfect twenty one. You both lay your hands down and Severus scoffs.
“I took the apron off earlier, it counts,” he says, matter of factly.
You roll your eyes but allow it. He sits up straighter and looks more focused, more intent on winning. You shuffle the cards again and deal. He examines you closer and you feel as if his eyes are somehow looking into your soul. He then cocks his head and picks up a card. You both lay down. He’s won the round.
You narrow your eyes at him and he averts his gaze, as if he is doing something wrong. You shuffle and deal again.
You stare at your cards, then back up to Severus, who is staring at you again. Unhurriedly, he picks up a card. You both lay your cards down. You scoff, displeasingly, finding Severus the winner of the round.
“I am a master at this game!” you complain. You kneel up and throw your cardigan off, then grab the cards to shuffle again. Severus laughs at your irritability.
“Maybe you’ve just met your match,” he murmurs.
You deal quickly and the next round begins. Two deals later, you're taking your tank top off. Two more deals, then your jeans come off. Two more, then it’s your socks.
Two more, and you’re left to choose between your bra and underwear. Your flushed from your cheeks down to your chest.
“Choose quickly, or I’ll come over there and remove something myself,” he commands.
You gape up at him.
“This is my game! You can’t just…be this good!” you protest.
He stands to his feet with a wicked smirk on his face. You hurriedly stand and back up, holding a finger up.
“You haven’t even taken off any-“ you squeal when his arms wrap around your back, his fingers grabbing the clasp of your bra. You spin around in his arms, beginning to giggle, batting at him. He tenses, bringing your back to his chest, leaning into your neck.
“You agreed to our rules. It’s time to accept your fate,” he breathes. He plants a wet kiss to your throat, then unclasps your bra, throwing it off your arms. His hands find your breasts before you can cover them yourself.
“Mmm…yes…” he groans into your skin.
He squeezes them, hands calloused and fingers rough, and you moan out loud. You press your back into him - he’s erect.
“I have to have you,” he whispers, throat filled with lust.
“But our dessert,” you play.
He groans, throwing his head back, clearly unpleased. “You’redessert.” He leads you towards the fireplace, snatching a blanket from the rocking chair as you both stumble to it. He tosses the blanket down, then his hands fly to your waist to shove your panties down your thighs. Curiously, his hands go between them.
“How long have you been wet?” he inquires lowly.
You moan out loud when he shoves his fingers inside you, beginning to work, to curl, to pump. You grab the arm he has around you for support - he slowly lowers you both to the floor. Removing his fingers, you complain with a sigh, but quiet down when you hear the jingle of his belt.
“Don’t be startled,” he begins. You turn and see him holding his wand. He aims it at the fire and the logs ignite. You raise your brows, pleasantly shocked as the warmth brushes your bare skin. He presses your back down into the blanket and tugs your waist up, then you feel the length of him between your legs.
“Mmm…” you croon. He shoves inside you fully, moaning out loud as he descends inside. When he bottoms out, he collapses over you, nuzzling his face against your cheek. He begins to move out of you slowly.
“I’ve thought of you every moment since I left your bed,” he breathes.
You open your eyes and look at him - his dark ones stare back at you, in a daze. He pushes back inside you, making your mouth go lax.
“Tell me you’ll spend more time with me,” he whispers. He pulls out and shoves into you again, his cock curving up in just the right angle to hit that spot of pleasure inside you. “Tell me you want to spend more time with me,” he commands, almost begs.
“Yes, yes, I want to spend more time together, Severus,” you pant.
He groans and returns to his knees behind you. He grasps your hips and begins to rut into you. Your back arches, your hair flying wildly around. He pants with the exertion of fucking you thoroughly.
“Harder,” you cry out.
He grunts and his fingers flex around you - he accepts your request. Your hands grasp the blanket as he pumps into you. Your hips meets each time, sending a powerful echo of skin into the room. He fills you so fully, so perfectly, he’s hitting your core just right.
“Come for me,” Severus pants. He slows down but goes even harder, forcing you both to feel each thrust. You cry out from the feeling. “Fuck, [first name], you’re so wet, so tight…” he falters, shuddering, and you think he may come now but he pushes back into you. You’re so close, so close. He shudders again and you hear him curse underneath his breath.
“Come for me,” you beg instead. He groans, fighting his orgasm once more and thrusts into you. You reach between your legs and begin to rub your clit furiously, wanting to come with him. He pulls out and moans needingly.
“I can't… I can’t…” he breathes, then pushes inside you and spills himself. You continue to rub yourself as he empties himself, bringing on your own orgasm - you sigh, reveling in the pleasure. He hisses through his teeth as you clench and squeeze around him.
Once you’re finished, he pulls out of you and stands. You flip to your back to see him pulling his pants up - he’s not looking at you, but if looks could kill, his would right now. He strides silently into the kitchen and you hear wine splashing into what you assume is his cup. You sit up and run your hand through your damp hair, confused. Why did he storm off?
You stand, still dizzy from the orgasm, but walk into the kitchen. You find him downing the glass of wine.
“Severus?”
He doesn’t acknowledge you, instead he refills his cup. You walk to him as he’s about to drink it, grabbing his arm to stop him.
“What’s your problem?”
His jaw clenches and eyes shut.
“I thought I could make you,” he grits out.
You cock your head to the side, looking at him. He’s an idiot, plain and simple, you conclude.
“I came, Severus, you were a big reason for it-“
“I should have taken care of you first!” he yells.
You roll your eyes.
“Make me come first so you feel better about coming yourself, is that it?” you ask.
He stiffens and doesn’t reply.
“You want to spend more time together? You want to know each other more? This is how that works. Figuring out each other’s minds and bodies,” you state. He swallows and turns his eyes down at you. “I’m sorry your ego is hurt, but I’m not upset. You shouldn’t be either,” you finish.
He rolls his eyes. “My ego is not hurt. I just do not wish for you to be displeased,” he informs.
“I’m not! At all. It felt good, Severus. Is that what you need to hear? It fucking felt amazing,” you make clear.
You grab the bottle of wine and walk towards the kitchen entryway.
“Now, come sit with me by the fire and use your other magic stick to clean your cum from me. It’s dripping down my legs,” you command, holding back a laugh.
You hear Severus laugh dryly once, then he follows you back into the living room. He finds his wand on the floor and waves it over you, cleansing his semen from his body. You sit back down on the blanket and he joins you. You both end up lying down - Severus on his back and you on his chest. You sip on the wine and talk about what the best genres of books are. Just when you’re getting sleepy, Severus finishes off the wine and nudges you, getting your attention. His brow arches and he sighs.
“Just so you know, I did cheat - I read your mind.”
It has been a week since you saw the man in black. Despite your calls and his promise to come to the bakery in the mornings, he remains away. This doesn’t devastate you, but it does let the depression come back into full bloom. You’re reminded of how very much alone you are.
Thursday morning, Devin brings flowers for the bakery, invites you out. You decline, mostly because you do not feel like getting dressed up. He has a few other deliveries to make this morning, so he can’t help you throw the old flowers away and replace the vases with new ones. You tend to the task alone very slowly. Everything has been moving so slowly this week for you.
You vaguely hear the bells on the front door of the bakery ring. You don’t bother to look. “Welcome, sit wherever you like,” you murmur. You drop a flower into the last vase and carry the box filled with decaying ones to the back. You rinse your hands and splash your face. You feel so heavy today. It’s hard to move your feet. Hard to exist.
You return to the counter to see a single man sitting in a booth by the window, facing away from you. “Tea?” you call out.
The man shifts in his seat. “That will be fine,” the man murmurs. His voice is scratchy. Must have been a long night for him too. You begin to brew a cup for him and check on your other two tables. You work diligently, though you’re like a turtle. You sit the man’s cup down and stare at the liquid inside.
“Anything else?” you ask. When the coffee stops moving and settles, you see the man in the reflection of it. His narrow face, small nose, and thin lips. You recall this man in the picture Severus showed you last week. He is a Death Eater.
“That’ll be all,” the man responds.
You lean back and glance at his actual face now, not sure of his name but sure that he is one of the bad men Severus spoke about. You force a smile and then briskly walk behind the counter and into the kitchen. You fish your cell out of your apron and call Severus. Again.
Not to your surprise, he doesn’t answer. You’ve called him a few times this week with no answer or reply. You leave a message this time, growing worried. Why is the man here of all places? Does he know Severus is connected to you?
“Severus, it’s [first name], um, one of those men you showed me are here in the bakery having a cuppa. It would be really nice if you decided to show up now.”
You hang up your phone and peek back out to the bakery. You nearly scream when you see the man through the window at the counter. You clear your throat and slip out the doors to greet him.
“Hi,” you murmur, shakily. The man stares at you, then eyes the baked goods in the glass shelves. You nod stupidly.
“Scone?” you offer. The man nods once. You grab a napkin and kneel, wrapping a scone up in it. When you go to stand, your head becomes far too light and you grasp for leverage against the counter.
“You alright, miss?” he asks. You begin to nod, laughing stupidly.
“Just a klutz,” you assure, handing him the scone. He returns to his seat without another word. You bring a hand up to your forehead, finding it cool and almost sweaty. You need to eat something - you haven’t all morning. You don’t recall eating yesterday now that you think of it. You lean down to have a scone yourself, but freeze when you hear a low pop from inside the kitchen. You look in through the window but see nothing.
“[First name], come back here,” Severus’ gentle voice commands.
You hurry back into the kitchen now, seeing Severus leaning against the wall. “It is Rookwood. I need the bakery cleared of the muggles. Can you do that?” He asks. He reaches into his cloak and pulls out his long, black wand. You swallow, but nod. Fear floods you - you know what wands are capable of. They’re like guns, perhaps worse.
Severus widens his eyes at you to hurry. You quickly go out and tell your tables that you’re closing early and not to worry about the tab. Once they leave safely, you glance at the man at the table. You inhale sharply when you find him staring right at you. He rises slowly and your eyes dart to the wand in his hand.
“Sever-” you begin, but find yourself being pulled against your will towards the man. Your feet drag against the ground as gravity pulls you. He grabs you, spins you around so your back is to his chest. Severus appears right in front of you both with his wand aimed.
“Leave the muggle out of this, Rookwood,” Severus commands, cooly. The man behind you laughs once.
“We warned ya to leave us be, Severus. We ain’t going to Azkaban,” the man speaks. “We’ll start killin’ muggles if we have to. Starting with this one.”
You feel the tip of his wand press to your throat. Severus makes eye contact with you. You stare back at him calmly. You don’t try to break free from the man. All you can think is: please, do it. I don’t want to feel this way anymore.
For some reason, Severus lowers his wand slightly, but then strikes as fast as a snake. A yellow spell leaves the tip of his wand and skims right past your face, hitting the man holding you hostage. You break free from him and rush forward, stumbling into Severus. With his free hand, he pulls you behind him and firmly keeps you shielded there. A few more spells are exchanged - the windows and lights are destroyed - and Rookwood ends up tied up on the floor.
You sink back into the kitchen and hide whilst the other wizards come to apprehend him. The same young men come again and the boy with round glasses asks to speak with Severus, but he refuses. He must be the Potter boy from his stories. In between the chaos of it all, you hear that they arrested the other man today. Now they’re all gone for good.
When the bakery empties of people, you find the stash of wine under the kitchen sink and uncork a bottle. Severus strides back into the kitchen and approaches you. Why has he ignored you all week?
“Are you alright?” he inquires. He lowers his head to look closer at you.
“Fine,” you murmur, taking a drink from the bottle. You think you hear him scoff, but can’t be sure. He takes his wand out and waves it over you.
“What are you doing?”
“A simple diagnostic spell…” Above your head forms a blue glow of words and symbols you have never seen. “Your sugar is low…your sleep is unsatisfactory…low mood…”
You scoff loudly, moving away from him, making the spell cease. You head out to the counter and grab a scone, beginning to eat it. Severus follows you out.
“What is wrong?” Severus asks, lowly. You shrug.
“When there’s trouble, you finally decide to come? I’ve called you three other times this week and you’ve ignored me.”
Severus sighs, as if you’re a child pestering him. “I too have responsibilities. I cannot be here leisurely, not with the job I have.”
You stare down, not wanting to look at him. “Did you want him to hurt you?” Severus whispers.
Your eyes widen. “You read my mind, didn’t you?!” you demand. He presses his lips shut. You frown, feeling overly violated. You shove his chest roughly, but he doesn’t budge one bit. “Didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did,” he admits. He holds one hand out and gestures to you. “I do not know why I did. I was expecting you to be fearful.”
You scoff, throwing your apron off. You stomp towards the door to the counter. “Well, I wasn’t.” Severus strides after you, but you make it out the door. To your surprise, the other wizards are waving their wands and putting your bakery back in proper order. You feel Severus’ hand wrap around your wrist. He pulls you back into the kitchen.
“They will be finished soon,” Severus informs. Your hand comes up and your fingers massage the bridge of your nose. Severus glances over your shoulder.
“Bloody hell,” he mutters. You hear the doors swing open, but before you can turn to see who is coming into the kitchen, Severus grabs your face and presses his lips into yours. You try to jerk back, but his fingers grasp your head firmly. You hear the doors quickly swing again.
“Sorry,” Severus murmurs as he pulls away. “I really do not want to have a discussion with that boy.” You shrug, not having the energy to reply.
Nearly a half an hour later, the bakery is empty but you and Severus. He sits at the countertop as you finish counting the register. You feel his eyes on you. As you slip cash into a bank bag, he clears his throat.
“I am taking you to dinner,” he states. Your brows pop up.
“I do not have a choice?” you ask. He shakes his head once.
“No,” he replies. You laugh quietly. He seems to have a way with getting you to do things.
“Alright. Where?” you ask.
He rises from his seat and holds his hand out. “A place called Diagon Alley,” he informs. You cock your head, never hearing of such a place. Before you can ask, he grabs your hand and sucks you into space.
Snape watches you closely as you stick your head into the window of each shop in Diagon Alley. He thinks your mood has improved already, but knows from the diagnostic spell you are not well. He wonders briefly if you need professional help - you probably do. He also knows from these last couple of weeks that you would refuse it.
Snape looks over his shoulder briefly, trying to keep his head low. He has never stuck out in his entire life. He prefers solidarity. But ever since Potter had to speak up that Snape was good, that he helped save the wizarding world, Snape cannot go anywhere without people gawking at him. Mostly, he is renowned for lying to Voldemort for many years. He supposes he’d be astounded, too. It was not an easy feat.
“Severus, look at the animals!” you call out. Snape walks up behind you, peering in.
“Lovely,” he says, stalely. “Let us go eat,” he suggests. You nod and say something about coming back later. As you begin to walk down the cobblestone road, you take Snape by surprise when you intertwine your fingers with his. His mouth parts and, he cannot help it, his lips turn upward. Your smooth skin is a nice change against his calloused, overworked hands.
“This place is intriguing.” Snape nods in agreement, remembering when Lily and himself stepped into it for the first time. It was truly magical. It’s even more magical watching you discover it for the first time.
“They have a variety of shops. Plenty to stare at,” Snape comments. He pulls you down a crossroad and you both arrive at your destination. You smile as Snape leads you in. You find a booth in the corner, which Snape heartily approves of. You pick up a menu and scan through it.
“Do you come here a lot?” you ask. Snape shrugs, glancing at the menu, though he already knows what he’s getting. “What do you recommend?”
Snape begins to shift uncomfortably. He has never been asked his opinion on a menu. He’d hate to suggest something then for you to dislike it. The safest option, the safest option… “I would try the Dragon Pasta,” Snape finally recommends. You smile at him and sit the menu down.
“Dragon Pasta it is,” you decide. “There’s not real dragon in it, is there?”
After dinner, Snape lets you explore the rest of Diagon Alley for the next couple of hours. You watch him closely when he picks out some potion ingredients to purchase. Your endless questions begin to irk him, though, so he chooses to stop answering you. You catch his subtlety, it seems, because your questions stop.
Snape lets you lead the way to the next shop. He should have guessed you’d pick the shop with bright orange and purple painted everywhere on the building. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes - fantastic. Snape comes to a halt when you approach the doors.
“Aren’t you coming?” you ask him. Snape inhales deeply, then shakes his head.
“I’ll pass,” he replies. “But, go in. I will wait for you here,” he insists. You stick your lower lip out, then march through the doors. Snape leans against the building and keeps his head low while he waits. Passerbys seem to overlook him and he cannot be more thankful for it.
He goes unnoticed for what seems like an hour. Until a man approaches him and clears his throat. Snape raises his head and glares at him - this man he knows and not by choice. He’s a reporter for the Daily Prophet. He wrote quite the story on Snape when the war ended, and has tried endlessly for another on what being Headmaster of Hogwarts is like.
“Headmaster Snape!” the reporter exclaims. Snape continues to glare at him. “What a delight it is to see you.”
Snape rolls his eyes visibly now. “Yes, what a pleasure it’s been. Now, leave me alone,” Snape commands. The reporter laughs awkwardly.
“Did you see I’m writing a birthday piece for you?” Snape does not reply. “I would really love a more up to date picture.”
“No,” Snape retorts. The bells on the joke shop door ring and you come bustling out, laughing.
“Severus, come in here, please! You have to see this,” you giggle. Snape’s feet move before he can react. You do that to him - draw him to you naturally, forcefully.
“Oh, could this be your girlfriend?!” the reporter asks, excitedly. Snape watches you make a face of confusion at the man now behind him. When Snape turns, a bright flash from a camera nearly blinds him. Snape curses beneath his breath and withdraws his wand.
“Get out of my sight before I send you to St. Mungos!” Snape commands, meanfully. The reporter thanks him as if nothing happened, and briskly hurries away.
“Bloody hell, Professor. Thought with Voldemort being gone, you’d lighten up. Suppose not,” George Weasley says from the entryway.
Snape whips around and seethes at him now. Weasley hands you a bag and says it’s on the house, then disappears back inside. Snape grabs you and begins to drag you out of Diagon Alley, so he can apparate you both far, far away from here.
Once you and Severus make it inside your house, you both fall quiet. You’re absolutely exhausted from all of the exploring you got to do. Once you hang your coat up, you wander into the living room, where Severus is sitting on the couch with his head laid back. You walk up to the back of the couch and look down at him. Lazily, he opens one eye.
“Hi there,” he breathes. You smile down at him, then lower your lips onto his. He exhales into your mouth, kisses you back. When you pull away, you stare at him adoringly.
“Thank you for taking me to those magical shops,” you murmur. His lips twist up.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he sultry replies. He stands up and rolls his head across his shoulders, popping whatever bones are there. “Now, let us sleep.”
“I’ll have a shower first,” you murmur. You begin to trek up the stairs. “You can join me if you’d like,” you tease.
Severus chuckles lowly, but makes no move to follow you. You go into the bathroom, quickly warm the water, and jump in.
You find yourself standing for what seems like an eternity under the hot water. It feels good - like all of your worries and stresses are melting away. This day turned out to be good. You’re not in an irritable mood anymore.
The door creaks open and you tense. “Severus?” you call out. A few moments of silence pass, then the shower curtain is yanked open. You squeal and cover yourself up, startled, then laugh out loud. Severus stands there, half undressed, and his dark eyes on your face trail down your body. You remove your arms from your breasts, and even though you feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, you let him look at your nude body.
He strips down the rest of his clothing, standing nude. Then, he flips the light switch off, leaving you in the dark.
“Severus,” you murmur. He shushes you. He steps into the tub, then pulls you towards him. You bodies bump together clumsily.
“I was trying to sleep, but I kept thinking of you in here, nude and wet,” he whispers. His hand finds yours and he pulls it down to his half hardened length. “See what you do to me?”
You grin, then stroke him slowly. He hums, pleasurably. You rest your other hand on his hip and plan on dropping to your knees, but Severus has other plans. He pushes you back against the cool shower wall and your lips meet. He presses his mouth deeper into you, wanting to taste more. You comply and part your lips, letting his tongue sweep inside. You moan. His hands slowly squeeze your breasts, his fingers roll over your hardened nipples. He pulls back from your lips, kisses down your throat.
“Gods, the things I could do to you…” Severus breathes into your neck. He begins to litter kisses down your body, sucking harshly against your skin. You feel him drop down in front of you and his hands jerk your thighs apart. Slowly, he runs his tongues between your folds. Instantly, pleasure runs through you.
“Sev…” you sigh, laying your head back against the shower wall. He groans into you, then begins to slowly envelop you with his mouth. You press your hands on his shoulders, trying to keep from falling over - your knees are so weak. His nose rubs over your aroused clit, making you tense. “Fuck, Sev, yes,” you breath.
His tongue works wonders on you while you mewl in ecstasy. You grip his shoulders when you’re close, buck your hips into his mouth. “Cum,” he commands, still ruthlessly consuming your womanhood.
And, you do. His hands grip your hips to keep your writhing body still. He laps at you, teases your clit while you climax. Your chest heaves and you moan uncontrollably. This man has a magic mouth, it seems.
Slowly, he stands up, then pushes you against the wall under the shower head. Water rushes over you both. Severus grabs under your thighs and pulls you up with surprising strength. You wrap your arms around him and he greedily kisses your lips, then pushes himself into you. You moan into his mouth, he bites down on your lower lip. He is so deep in this position, you whine quietly. He pulls out, then pushes back in. He throws his head back, letting out a low moan.
“You are so good,” he breathes heavily. He pulls you into him, so your chest is in his face, and he begins to thrust. Your nails dig into his back as you hold on. He isn’t holding anything back. “Such a good girl,” he pants against your skin. It only takes him a few more thrusts before he halts and shudders, emptying himself inside you.
You stay in each other's arms for a couple of minutes, coming down from your highs. Gently, he sits you down and you both begin to rinse off without another word.
You both climb into your bed, into your respective places, and Severus pulls the covers over you and holds you from behind. Sleep takes you almost immediately for a change. You can’t deny the comfort you feel with Severus holding you. It’s relieving.
You sleep soundly for hours. You only wake up when you hear Severus move. You immediately sit up and turn towards him. He’s flat on his back and his chest is heaving like has gasping for air.
“Severus?” you immediately speak. His body seems to tremble against his will. His dark eyes flick to you, but he says nothing. Is he having some sort of nightmare? Why isn’t he moving? You press your hand to his chest. “It’s alright, Severus,” you murmur.
His breathing hitches, catches on something. Like he’s trying to talk. You take your hand from his chest and place it in his - you feel his fingers weakly grab yours. “You’re okay,” you promise.
Finally, he inhales deeply and sits up, gasping. He pulls away from you and swings his legs over the bed. You give him space. His hand comes up and presses against the scar over his throat. He must have been having a nightmare.
“Forgive me for waking you,” he says, voice dry. You gently lean towards him, placing your hands on his back.
“Are you alright?” you whisper. He nods once.
“Was I thrashing about at all?” he asks. You shake your head. “Good,” he sighs. He grabs the empty cup from your nightstand and waves his hands over it. It fills with water and he gulps it down. When he sits it down, he stands, summons his clothes to him.
“You’re going?” you ask. He stiffly nods, not saying anything. “Why? It’s alright, Severus-“ you begin.
He leans down to you and bares his teeth at you. “It is not alright. When I…have those dreams, I cannot control myself… I could have…” he shuts his eyes, sighing. He slips his cloak on and heads to the door. You stand up now, wanting to protest, but he whips around and holds his finger up at you. “Do not follow, [first name]!” he hisses.
You halt, shocked by his temper. He shakes his head at you again, then sweeps out of the room leaving you yet again without a proper goodbye.