Sent to Coventry
Title: Sent to Coventry
Characters/Pairing: Snape/Lily (sooort of), OFC.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1, 258
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He misses her, in a way he can't articulate or express.
Note: Gift!fic for sinemoras! I hope you like it, the subject matter is a bit...skivey lol.
Dull morning light filters through the unwashed windows but makes the clean net curtains glow as her alarm clock radio clicks on. He just catches Wham! giving way to Simple Minds and he grimaces. He can identify them now but thankfully hasn't caught himself singing along. Turning over he stretches an arm across her still sleeping body to turn the music off, looking down at her. She was lying on her belly, pale white skin visible and it strongly contrasts against her red hair. Threading long dark ribbons of it through his fingers he relishes the way it glints in the sun, the feel of it against his skin. Placing his other hand at her waist he speaks low, accent strong.
"I've got to go."
She groans in her sleep, body arching against his touch and he breathes in sharply as his hand grips her tightly.
"Christ, what time is it?" The sound of her voice was the thing he treasures most, maybe even more then getting to touch her like this. Take her in this way. She rolls onto her back, breasts full and bare and he cups one on instinct, hungry suddenly. Last week had been...an accident, he didn't plan or even want it to happen but she had been willing and the experience had been wonderful. But afterwards, when she wasn't there, that was when the shame would make him sick.
"Early...I have to get the bus down to London." He runs his fingers over her beautiful face, over her lips and she parts them. When the tip of her tongue licks his fingertips the lust in his eyes starts to fade and his mouth downturns. She closes her eyes at the now almost constant sharp pain seen there and sighs, turning her cheek aside. But when she feels his body pressing down on hers she opens them to his fierce gaze.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that. I thought you were trying to put that out of your mind?"
"Shh!" He orders and crushes his lips against hers and she jerks under him, opening her legs. Open mouthed, frantic kisses suck her breath away and she runs and tugs her hands through his messy hair as he pushes a hand between them. Hips buck as she gets nimbly fingered until a red blush climbs up over her chest and neck as she tries to breathe and the sight makes him even more hard. Coming away from her slick he positions himself and sinks slowly into her with a groan, her fingers gripping his shoulders tight until he can't push any more. Bringing her legs up around his back and holding him close he thrusts deeply in and out, one hand drawing a knee back while the other fists the pillow by her head. She keeps her eyes open when he kisses her because she's never had anyone stare at her in such a way. He was deeply in love with her, this woman.
"God, god. Can't believe we didn't do this sooner, mmmm, uh, uh." He twitches inside her as he levers himself up and thrusts faster, harder and she lowers her hands down to his backside and bucks her pelvis against him, making his eyes roll back as she tightens herself around his cock. Panting and beginning to sweat they rock and rub against the other, the mattress squeaking and the bed creaking from the sudden frenzied movements as he reaches climax. Feet placed deep in the sheets she pushes and pulls and he shouts out her name as he comes and it feels like it's never going to end. But his body grows lax as he pulls away, slumps beside her, breathing heavy.
"I love you Lily, love you. I'm sorry..." He whispers miserably against her neck and she doesn't have to see to know he's about to cry but fighting the urge tooth and nail. Sitting up she throws the sheet back, not able to handle him when he gets like this. Anytime she tries to comfort him he just becomes worse, thinks his visible grief is a loss of control, a weakness.
"It's alright Severus, just get some sleep love."
"I haven't slept in four years!" He grits out and peers at her from under his hand. The sun, now fully up, casts her in a more revealing light and he can see the streaks of brown now smearing through the red. Her time was up. Getting to his feet he fishes around for his clothes as she does the same and neither of them looks at the other. It always ends this way, the torment was eating him from the inside out but when she suggest that he stop or see someone else he just stares at her with black, unfathomable eyes. She doesn't appreciate it when he sneers at her so she stopped asking him.
"I'm going to pick my son up from my grans in half an hour, you can stay for breakfast if you want?"
He shakes his head, eyes averted. She was almost back to normal. Picking up his bag he walks to the door but then turns with a curious face. "Michael, did he get the letter?"
She smiles with a nod but it's a tight one. "He did, I told him he can go if he wants to or stay here. There's no shame in being a Muggle or a Squib, that's what I tell him." Brown hair, now shoulder length, gets tied up away from her face and Snape tears his gaze away. Squibs were not people he associated with and especially not ostracised ones like this woman. She was all but a Muggle and she had no real idea of the war that had taken place. He envies her that. It disgusts him, that he had been reduced to this but there was no other place he could do it, no other type of woman. This was just a crazy, desperate act of passion at first but over the summer the pretense had become as needed as air for him. He misses her, in a way he can't articulate or express.
"You're right, this can't continue. It would be...risky if he does get a place."
She shrugs, sitting on the bed to put her boots on. "If that's what you want. I - I was going to stop anyway, I've saved up enough now for his medication." As a squib she wasn't a registered member of the Wizarding Community, she wasn't eligible for the very beneficial health care it can provide. She's been Sent to Coventry, as she puts it, and only gets the benefits that Coventry can provide. But everything had an underbelly, places where the two worlds interlace and become one. This was it.
She shows him to the door and stands with her arms crossed, a friendly smile on her face as he steps out onto the street. She calls to him as he's about to leave. "Severus? I can't speak for her, Lily, but she would have been a lucky woman to be loved so much. I hope you know that and I hope she did to."
He doesn't respond, just gives her that strange tunnel vision gaze for a long time before he nods, lowering his head. "I've got the Pollyjuice Potion, you won't be needing it anymore." With that he bids her farewell and walks down the misty street and turns the corner and is gone as the sun climbs over the roofs.
Characters/Pairing: Snape/Lily (sooort of), OFC.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1, 258
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He misses her, in a way he can't articulate or express.
Note: Gift!fic for sinemoras! I hope you like it, the subject matter is a bit...skivey lol.
Dull morning light filters through the unwashed windows but makes the clean net curtains glow as her alarm clock radio clicks on. He just catches Wham! giving way to Simple Minds and he grimaces. He can identify them now but thankfully hasn't caught himself singing along. Turning over he stretches an arm across her still sleeping body to turn the music off, looking down at her. She was lying on her belly, pale white skin visible and it strongly contrasts against her red hair. Threading long dark ribbons of it through his fingers he relishes the way it glints in the sun, the feel of it against his skin. Placing his other hand at her waist he speaks low, accent strong.
"I've got to go."
She groans in her sleep, body arching against his touch and he breathes in sharply as his hand grips her tightly.
"Christ, what time is it?" The sound of her voice was the thing he treasures most, maybe even more then getting to touch her like this. Take her in this way. She rolls onto her back, breasts full and bare and he cups one on instinct, hungry suddenly. Last week had been...an accident, he didn't plan or even want it to happen but she had been willing and the experience had been wonderful. But afterwards, when she wasn't there, that was when the shame would make him sick.
"Early...I have to get the bus down to London." He runs his fingers over her beautiful face, over her lips and she parts them. When the tip of her tongue licks his fingertips the lust in his eyes starts to fade and his mouth downturns. She closes her eyes at the now almost constant sharp pain seen there and sighs, turning her cheek aside. But when she feels his body pressing down on hers she opens them to his fierce gaze.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that. I thought you were trying to put that out of your mind?"
"Shh!" He orders and crushes his lips against hers and she jerks under him, opening her legs. Open mouthed, frantic kisses suck her breath away and she runs and tugs her hands through his messy hair as he pushes a hand between them. Hips buck as she gets nimbly fingered until a red blush climbs up over her chest and neck as she tries to breathe and the sight makes him even more hard. Coming away from her slick he positions himself and sinks slowly into her with a groan, her fingers gripping his shoulders tight until he can't push any more. Bringing her legs up around his back and holding him close he thrusts deeply in and out, one hand drawing a knee back while the other fists the pillow by her head. She keeps her eyes open when he kisses her because she's never had anyone stare at her in such a way. He was deeply in love with her, this woman.
"God, god. Can't believe we didn't do this sooner, mmmm, uh, uh." He twitches inside her as he levers himself up and thrusts faster, harder and she lowers her hands down to his backside and bucks her pelvis against him, making his eyes roll back as she tightens herself around his cock. Panting and beginning to sweat they rock and rub against the other, the mattress squeaking and the bed creaking from the sudden frenzied movements as he reaches climax. Feet placed deep in the sheets she pushes and pulls and he shouts out her name as he comes and it feels like it's never going to end. But his body grows lax as he pulls away, slumps beside her, breathing heavy.
"I love you Lily, love you. I'm sorry..." He whispers miserably against her neck and she doesn't have to see to know he's about to cry but fighting the urge tooth and nail. Sitting up she throws the sheet back, not able to handle him when he gets like this. Anytime she tries to comfort him he just becomes worse, thinks his visible grief is a loss of control, a weakness.
"It's alright Severus, just get some sleep love."
"I haven't slept in four years!" He grits out and peers at her from under his hand. The sun, now fully up, casts her in a more revealing light and he can see the streaks of brown now smearing through the red. Her time was up. Getting to his feet he fishes around for his clothes as she does the same and neither of them looks at the other. It always ends this way, the torment was eating him from the inside out but when she suggest that he stop or see someone else he just stares at her with black, unfathomable eyes. She doesn't appreciate it when he sneers at her so she stopped asking him.
"I'm going to pick my son up from my grans in half an hour, you can stay for breakfast if you want?"
He shakes his head, eyes averted. She was almost back to normal. Picking up his bag he walks to the door but then turns with a curious face. "Michael, did he get the letter?"
She smiles with a nod but it's a tight one. "He did, I told him he can go if he wants to or stay here. There's no shame in being a Muggle or a Squib, that's what I tell him." Brown hair, now shoulder length, gets tied up away from her face and Snape tears his gaze away. Squibs were not people he associated with and especially not ostracised ones like this woman. She was all but a Muggle and she had no real idea of the war that had taken place. He envies her that. It disgusts him, that he had been reduced to this but there was no other place he could do it, no other type of woman. This was just a crazy, desperate act of passion at first but over the summer the pretense had become as needed as air for him. He misses her, in a way he can't articulate or express.
"You're right, this can't continue. It would be...risky if he does get a place."
She shrugs, sitting on the bed to put her boots on. "If that's what you want. I - I was going to stop anyway, I've saved up enough now for his medication." As a squib she wasn't a registered member of the Wizarding Community, she wasn't eligible for the very beneficial health care it can provide. She's been Sent to Coventry, as she puts it, and only gets the benefits that Coventry can provide. But everything had an underbelly, places where the two worlds interlace and become one. This was it.
She shows him to the door and stands with her arms crossed, a friendly smile on her face as he steps out onto the street. She calls to him as he's about to leave. "Severus? I can't speak for her, Lily, but she would have been a lucky woman to be loved so much. I hope you know that and I hope she did to."
He doesn't respond, just gives her that strange tunnel vision gaze for a long time before he nods, lowering his head. "I've got the Pollyjuice Potion, you won't be needing it anymore." With that he bids her farewell and walks down the misty street and turns the corner and is gone as the sun climbs over the roofs.