The Sacrilege - episode IV: "Stop apologizing, Severus"
Well, after a few days' hectics I'm now back to present yet another issue of "Your Hogwarts Daily Soap", but we're now irrevocably entering the realms of
a) Het. So beware and consider yourselves warned.
b) Snily, i.e. a Severus/Lily pairing.
c) NC-17 (or the rating formerly known as)
As in previous episodes, Severus is played by me, Lily is played by winter_noir.
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Previously on "Randy Teenagers At 1970s Hogwarts" aka solimited_rpg:
After Lily ran off (in tears) Severus does indeed manage to find her. Situations get awkward and... a little heated after a while, until they escalate...erm... prematurely. (Yep. Exactly what you think I mean).
... And now, the conclusion:
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Lily would have been smiling if it hadn't been for the tone of his voice. "You apologize too much, Sev," she whispered and kissed him. She still wanted him. Wanted him so much it hurt. But she had to focus on something else right. She broke the kiss and looked at him, one hand stroking the side of his face. "I told you if it felt right, do it. So why are you apologizing? Stop apologizing to me, Severus," her voice was soft but that cat-like purr was still there buried in it.
***
Severus perked up at her tone, at the way she had switched from 'Sev' to 'Severus'. There was something in her voice that brooked no resistance. Dangerous.
Severus swallowed, nodding. "It did... feel good, that is," he said softly, forcing himself to meet her eyes. His own face felt as if it were glowing with heat and mortification.
***
Lily kissed him, because he definitely needed something to do that didn't involve his eyes being open. That distracted him. Because she didn't care that he came. She wanted him happy, and now it was tainted so she had to find a way to bring happy back.
Breaking the kiss, Lily rested her forehead against his, her eyes not leaving his. "Well, I'd hate to have been a disappointment considering how good you made me feel," she said with a smile. The thought made her muscles clench as if they had something to clench around other than air.
***
Severus' eyes unfocused when he felt her breath ghost over his lips that he'd bitten before. "Huh?" he managed eloquently, disbelieving his own ears... Disappointment what? Her? Goodness, anything but. Anything.
And he wanted to make her feel that good again, and again and again, if she let him. And better even, if she told him how.
"What do you want me to do?" he whispered against her ear, his lips brushing against the ridges of her earlap.
***
Her breath hitched when he asked that. He sounded so willing, so malleable, so willing to be tamed and shaped and twisted however she wanted. She answered without thinking, without having to. "Your fingers, in me," she whispered breathlessly. That was maybe more forward than she'd ever thought she was capable of being. But she just wanted him so badly.
***
Severus gasped at her request, unable to form clear thoughts as he remembered how she had felt against his hand. He could feel himself stir again and his mouth curled into a smile, a genuine one.
"Whatever you want," he breathed, trailing little kisses down her neckline and clavicle... He would try to give her, he vowed as both his hands came up behind her, resting against her backside underneath the skirt that was now completely askew. Severus felt daring when he gently tugged at her knickers, feeling smooth skin against his fingertips. She was gorgeous and Severus wished he could see her. All of her.
***
Lily's eyes fell shut the moment his lips touched her neck again. Her head falling back, giving him access to her. Had she really had the nerve to request what she did? She wanted it, oh god did she want it so bad. Wanted him, and she wondered if this craving in her would ever quiet, slow down, go to sleep, fall away, shut its eyes and allow itself to fall back into the shadows. Or would she be forever like this? Wanting him. Needing him. Craving his skin on hers. Craving him in her. Lily couldn't help but wonder if she'd care if it didn't leave. Would she care if she always had this pull to him, this ache that only he could soothe? Probably not, not as long as he shared it, craved her, needed her, ached in a way only she could cure. 'Please,' she thought, 'be my illness, and be my cure, but don't ever stop.'
Oh, his fingertips. So closer, closer. She wanted to will them to move exactly where she wanted them but she was so lost in everything else. She didn't notice her hand tracing along his scars, her fingertips connecting them in intricate little patterns. Her other hand was tracing along the edge of his underwear. Her thumb ran over the material, over the moist, damp material, and it did nothing to dissuade her. maybe the opposite. Yes, maybe the opposite.
***
Severus abandoned her bottom for the moment and held her face with both of his hands, his black eyes burning when he looked into hers deeply. He bent forward and kissed her forehead gently, the merest hint of touch, lips against skin, then her eyes which closed and tickled against his lips and nose. Her nose, cheeks and her eyes again, before he finally kissed her parted lips, pushing her off his legs and getting to his knees in front of her.
She deserved so much, this beautiful creature that was Lily Evans, and he pulled her up until they were aligned together, both breathing hard. His hand slid under her skirt then, and burying his nose in her neck, he tugged her knickers down, down until they would go no further. Her skirt rode up when he trailed his hand up her thigh from the outside, and then, tentatively from the inside.
Severus wanted. Bad. But he also wanted to give her all she wanted and for the first time in his memory another's needs outweighed his own. His breath caught in his throat, and he felt the soft patch of hair between her legs, letting his fingers slide through it and beneath.
***
Lily's stomach fluttered at each of the kisses he placed on her face. It edged away the need into something else. Something familiar and light and sweet, but she could feel the need linger. Just under the surface like a predator waiting for it's kill to be unaware so it can strike it down.
She was back to making those soft, mewling, kitteny noises when his hand found it's way up her thigh, and then up the inside of her thigh. And oh, there was that need, rising up to find its prey and Lily was certain she was the prey. She was what would be devoured so thoroughly by the predator she felt lurking, waiting, watching. Oh,his fingers, 'please, illness, cure, just don't stop,' she kept repeating in her mind.
"Please, Severus," her voice was thick with her own need and craving, low and heady and so filled with lust that it should have sounded fake, but no one could have fake that. Or the look in her eyes when she opened them to look at him after they'd fallen shut. She wanted him, so badly, she wanted him. Not just this, not just for the thirst to be quenched, but for him to be the one to do it.
***
'How does it work,' thought Severus dizzily, reaching between her legs, marvelling at the moisture that began to coat his fingertips, 'how do *you* work, Lily?'
The softness, the fragility of her made him oh so careful as his fingers ghosted over her skin, feeling warm folds and wetness. He thought he might shatter, might blow up in a million tiny pieces, how on earth had he deserved this? The scent of her made his senses spin, heady and sweet and rich..
"Lily," he whispered as his fingers explored the unfamiliar surfaces, slowly rubbing against her with the utmost care, just a little pressure for fear of hurting her. For fear of scaring her away. He couldn't bear the thought, not now that she was so close to him, offering herself to his hands.
Hands that would normally be used for preparing potions ingredients. Hands that used to be precise, and Severus felt lost, starting to map her, the texture and slickness, those little folds of hot smooth skin, and... there was a nub, right there in the middle. His thumb stumbled across it accidentally, but God, her reaction...
***
Her kitteny mewling turned into soft, quiet groans from somewhere low in her throat. Her legs spread wider of their own volition, wanting to give him access, wanting to get him in her. Oh god she wanted it so badly she was going to be driven insane with the pure need of it.
His thumb found her, finally, and it hadn't been exactly what she'd asked for but it made her shudder and that was enough. "Severus," his name fell from her lips in a begging, pleading moan. The ache inside her growing, consuming her, stretching out its web to try to capture him as well. Lily's eyes had fallen shut at some point, her head falling back, her body arching into him, into his touch. Her hips rocked against his hand, wanting the touch again, wanting him inside her. 'My illness, my beautiful disease, my sparkling sickness, my downfall, Severus' she thought.
So lost, lost, lost, tumbling down a rabbit hole with no end. And it was okay, so long as he fell with her. Always with her, and they never stopped.
***
To hear his name fall off her lips like a caress, to hear the need in her voice, to feel her thighs strain against the huddle of knickers around her knees, it was sweet, sweet torture.
Severus could no longer be quiet and something deep and dangerous made its way to his throat and out. She possessed him, utterly. He felt he was coming apart, and she wasn't even touching him. Instead she rocked against him, pressing herself against his slickened fingers that slid back and forth over that hardened spot, feeling the resistance of it just so, so... there.
His other hand held her close, or steadied himself against her, he didn't know which, couldn't care less. As long as he felt her up close, her quivering muscles and the smooth expanse of her stomach against his, and that was all and so much more than he'd ever wished for. So, so infinitely much more.
His middle finger followed the wetness until it found the source, and Severus' breathing hitched as he pressed the tip against the hole there... God, it was *tiny*, how could he do what she wanted, how on earth could he do it without hurting her??
***
Breathing was, well it wasn't quite working like it usually did. It was ragged and panting. And oh, that sound he made, it sent shivers down Lily's spine. She clung to him, their bodies pressed to each other. Need. Growing, devouring, consuming, spiraling, dizzying need was all she could think of. Lily reached behind her, flicking open the clasp of her bra and pulling it off her before pressing her body against his once more, her bare breasts against him and it made her shiver.
Oh, god, his hand, and his finger, so close. Close, close, closer please. 'Please, please, please, please," her mind begged him, pleading with him. Her hips still rocked against him and she could have done it herself with the rocking but she wanted him to. She wanted him. Oh, god she wanted him. "Severus," her voice begged, breathless and craving. "Severus, please. Please, please, please, please," her voice grew softer but more desperate with each please she uttered. She had to have this. She would fall apart without it. "Please, please, please," she continued until her voice was so quiet she was only mouthing the word against his ear.
***
"Lily, Oh God!" Severus moaned, feeling her lips move against his ear mutely begging, the word 'please' a caress and so much more than that. It shot right down to his groin, making him throb and pulse with his own need. Severus was on fire, it was devouring him and he was almost certain she could feel it too. Certain that she could see it in his eyes, his heart and his very soul.
And then his fingertip breached her, slowly and her inner walls surrounded it as he inched it deeper inside, feeling her squirm against him, so tight, God, so unbelievably tight! He would dream of this night after night, over and over again. Severus withdrew his finger even more slowly, until only the tip was still buried inside and then pushed back in.
She was making noises, he registrated somewhere, cradling her head against his shoulder and stroking the back of her neck with his free hand as his finger went in and out, each time a little deeper.
"Hurts?" he whispered, unable to hide his anxiety that she might be suffering at his hands
***
Lily had nuzzled into his neck when he finally entered her and she didn't have to beg for it anymore. It made her shiver and shudder so slightly and she was sure her body was being ignited from the inside out. A warmth spreading from where his finger slowly worked in and out of her through her body. The rocking of her hips had slowed, lessened, allowing him to take over. She wanted him to take over. Take over her, please take over her.
Her hands trailed up and down his spine when they weren't holding onto him because she was sure she was going to die because this just felt so good. And oh, the hand on her neck raised her hair on end, sending chills to accompany her shivering.
"No," she whispered, her lips grazing against his neck as she spoke. "So...so, good. Please, don't stop. Please," she whimpered as she begged him not to stop. She had to have this, please. She had to, needed it, needed him. "Need you. So much," she whispered breathlessly.
***
"Lily... need you too," Severus breathed, his voice husky with it, and then he guided her down to lay back, pulling her knickers off entirely. His finger was working her, deeper now, and faster of its own will.
Leaning down, Severus bit lightly down on the skin of her neck, sucking there carefully before his mouth was gone to come back lower, and lower still. He could taste her sweat, salty and intricate and a lingering sweetness that was so her, so Lily...
And she was beautiful. She was an angel, if there even was such a thing. Such a terrifyingly light and beautiful thing, he thought, kneeling between her spread thighs and bending down again, taking her left nipple between his lips.
Sweet heavens, he was lost. In her taste, her scent, in her. He knew he would never want to come back. Placing a second finger against her entrance, stilling his movements, he couldn't completely control the harshness that had come to his voice as he whispered, "more?"
***
Lily nodded, "more," she panted. Oh, god, she was going to explode. She was going to die and this was heaven and she was going to be here forever with this exquisite bliss falling over her in waves. His voice had made her shiver. His mouth on her and his finger in her and her hips that had rocked up to meet it...it was so much, too much, not enough.
Her skin throbbed and ached and pleaded, wanting him. Wanting his body on hers, in hers and she couldn't could the way her hips rocked to bury his two fingers inside her in her impatience. She cried out, his name buried in the sound. Oh god, she was going to die, she was going to die and love it and welcome it and embrace it. And he had said he needed her, too. And oh, sweet circe, how was she ever going to do anything but chase after feeling like this again?
***
Severus was doomed, *so* very doomed and owned that his every breath whispered her name to no one and everyone, and if he may choose, he would choose to die like this. His mind was trying to bury itself into hers, he could feel it straining towards her presence, and he wanted more, more, more...
Severus could feel her stretching around his fingers now as they slid in and out of her most intimate place, and he watched them disappearing inside, over and over, sure that he'd explode from the sight of it. He was aroused beyond everything he'd ever felt before, craving her, wanting, yearning for her with every fibre of his being. But all he could do was give, and give more, and relish the feeling of her ridged inner walls clenching around his fingers as his lips formed her name mutely, in time with his thrusts. His mind was singing with it...
***
Lily kept moving her hips faster, burying his fingers in her sooner and sooner and sooner and further and further until she was sure she'd never get enough of him. Her beautiful Severus who lit her blood on fire and made her skin sing and tingle and want to die because nothing could ever possibly be as amazing in life as this was right now, being with him like and oh god she was going to hit the bottom of the rabbit hole any moment.
And then something exploded in her, over her and it was light and darkness, everything and nothing and she almost thought she really had been falling down a rabbit hole and she had finally hit ground. She came with a cry that made it's way out the alcove and down the corridor, though she didn't realize it at the moment, and she wouldn't care either. Wouldn't care that if someone listened closely they would be able to tell it was Severus' name she cried out. Lily was shivering all over, shuddering and her muscles kept clenching and unclenching over and over around his fingers.
"Severus," she whispered softly, quietly, and nearly whimpering. "Thank you," she was trying to train herself to breathe again. Now she knew what heaven was.
***
Severus withdrew his fingers, moaning softly as he did so, and gathered her up close, holding her exhaused body against his. He sat back, his knees feeling weak and rubbery as he leant back against the wall of the alcove. Her back against his stomach, both arms wrapped around her shivering form, he kissed the top of her head with more tenderness than he'd have thought himself capable of.
He would never, never, never forget the look on her face when she had come on his fingers. It would haunt his every waking moment, and every other moment as well, the way she'd looked nearly as if in pain, and that unearthly cry of his name on her lips. Her thighs tightening around him the moment she'd been hit by her climax, the arch of her spine, everything. He'd never forget any of it, and be it the only time he'd be allowed to see it, he would treasure it deep down, and guard it. Forever.
She owned him. Truly, utterly owned him.
He could think of no words to say to her that would tell her everything there was, so he just held her, dropping little kisses on the top of her head every other second.
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Awww, cute... TBC
a) Het. So beware and consider yourselves warned.
b) Snily, i.e. a Severus/Lily pairing.
c) NC-17 (or the rating formerly known as)
As in previous episodes, Severus is played by me, Lily is played by winter_noir.
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Previously on "Randy Teenagers At 1970s Hogwarts" aka solimited_rpg:
After Lily ran off (in tears) Severus does indeed manage to find her. Situations get awkward and... a little heated after a while, until they escalate...erm... prematurely. (Yep. Exactly what you think I mean).
... And now, the conclusion:
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Lily would have been smiling if it hadn't been for the tone of his voice. "You apologize too much, Sev," she whispered and kissed him. She still wanted him. Wanted him so much it hurt. But she had to focus on something else right. She broke the kiss and looked at him, one hand stroking the side of his face. "I told you if it felt right, do it. So why are you apologizing? Stop apologizing to me, Severus," her voice was soft but that cat-like purr was still there buried in it.
***
Severus perked up at her tone, at the way she had switched from 'Sev' to 'Severus'. There was something in her voice that brooked no resistance. Dangerous.
Severus swallowed, nodding. "It did... feel good, that is," he said softly, forcing himself to meet her eyes. His own face felt as if it were glowing with heat and mortification.
***
Lily kissed him, because he definitely needed something to do that didn't involve his eyes being open. That distracted him. Because she didn't care that he came. She wanted him happy, and now it was tainted so she had to find a way to bring happy back.
Breaking the kiss, Lily rested her forehead against his, her eyes not leaving his. "Well, I'd hate to have been a disappointment considering how good you made me feel," she said with a smile. The thought made her muscles clench as if they had something to clench around other than air.
***
Severus' eyes unfocused when he felt her breath ghost over his lips that he'd bitten before. "Huh?" he managed eloquently, disbelieving his own ears... Disappointment what? Her? Goodness, anything but. Anything.
And he wanted to make her feel that good again, and again and again, if she let him. And better even, if she told him how.
"What do you want me to do?" he whispered against her ear, his lips brushing against the ridges of her earlap.
***
Her breath hitched when he asked that. He sounded so willing, so malleable, so willing to be tamed and shaped and twisted however she wanted. She answered without thinking, without having to. "Your fingers, in me," she whispered breathlessly. That was maybe more forward than she'd ever thought she was capable of being. But she just wanted him so badly.
***
Severus gasped at her request, unable to form clear thoughts as he remembered how she had felt against his hand. He could feel himself stir again and his mouth curled into a smile, a genuine one.
"Whatever you want," he breathed, trailing little kisses down her neckline and clavicle... He would try to give her, he vowed as both his hands came up behind her, resting against her backside underneath the skirt that was now completely askew. Severus felt daring when he gently tugged at her knickers, feeling smooth skin against his fingertips. She was gorgeous and Severus wished he could see her. All of her.
***
Lily's eyes fell shut the moment his lips touched her neck again. Her head falling back, giving him access to her. Had she really had the nerve to request what she did? She wanted it, oh god did she want it so bad. Wanted him, and she wondered if this craving in her would ever quiet, slow down, go to sleep, fall away, shut its eyes and allow itself to fall back into the shadows. Or would she be forever like this? Wanting him. Needing him. Craving his skin on hers. Craving him in her. Lily couldn't help but wonder if she'd care if it didn't leave. Would she care if she always had this pull to him, this ache that only he could soothe? Probably not, not as long as he shared it, craved her, needed her, ached in a way only she could cure. 'Please,' she thought, 'be my illness, and be my cure, but don't ever stop.'
Oh, his fingertips. So closer, closer. She wanted to will them to move exactly where she wanted them but she was so lost in everything else. She didn't notice her hand tracing along his scars, her fingertips connecting them in intricate little patterns. Her other hand was tracing along the edge of his underwear. Her thumb ran over the material, over the moist, damp material, and it did nothing to dissuade her. maybe the opposite. Yes, maybe the opposite.
***
Severus abandoned her bottom for the moment and held her face with both of his hands, his black eyes burning when he looked into hers deeply. He bent forward and kissed her forehead gently, the merest hint of touch, lips against skin, then her eyes which closed and tickled against his lips and nose. Her nose, cheeks and her eyes again, before he finally kissed her parted lips, pushing her off his legs and getting to his knees in front of her.
She deserved so much, this beautiful creature that was Lily Evans, and he pulled her up until they were aligned together, both breathing hard. His hand slid under her skirt then, and burying his nose in her neck, he tugged her knickers down, down until they would go no further. Her skirt rode up when he trailed his hand up her thigh from the outside, and then, tentatively from the inside.
Severus wanted. Bad. But he also wanted to give her all she wanted and for the first time in his memory another's needs outweighed his own. His breath caught in his throat, and he felt the soft patch of hair between her legs, letting his fingers slide through it and beneath.
***
Lily's stomach fluttered at each of the kisses he placed on her face. It edged away the need into something else. Something familiar and light and sweet, but she could feel the need linger. Just under the surface like a predator waiting for it's kill to be unaware so it can strike it down.
She was back to making those soft, mewling, kitteny noises when his hand found it's way up her thigh, and then up the inside of her thigh. And oh, there was that need, rising up to find its prey and Lily was certain she was the prey. She was what would be devoured so thoroughly by the predator she felt lurking, waiting, watching. Oh,his fingers, 'please, illness, cure, just don't stop,' she kept repeating in her mind.
"Please, Severus," her voice was thick with her own need and craving, low and heady and so filled with lust that it should have sounded fake, but no one could have fake that. Or the look in her eyes when she opened them to look at him after they'd fallen shut. She wanted him, so badly, she wanted him. Not just this, not just for the thirst to be quenched, but for him to be the one to do it.
***
'How does it work,' thought Severus dizzily, reaching between her legs, marvelling at the moisture that began to coat his fingertips, 'how do *you* work, Lily?'
The softness, the fragility of her made him oh so careful as his fingers ghosted over her skin, feeling warm folds and wetness. He thought he might shatter, might blow up in a million tiny pieces, how on earth had he deserved this? The scent of her made his senses spin, heady and sweet and rich..
"Lily," he whispered as his fingers explored the unfamiliar surfaces, slowly rubbing against her with the utmost care, just a little pressure for fear of hurting her. For fear of scaring her away. He couldn't bear the thought, not now that she was so close to him, offering herself to his hands.
Hands that would normally be used for preparing potions ingredients. Hands that used to be precise, and Severus felt lost, starting to map her, the texture and slickness, those little folds of hot smooth skin, and... there was a nub, right there in the middle. His thumb stumbled across it accidentally, but God, her reaction...
***
Her kitteny mewling turned into soft, quiet groans from somewhere low in her throat. Her legs spread wider of their own volition, wanting to give him access, wanting to get him in her. Oh god she wanted it so badly she was going to be driven insane with the pure need of it.
His thumb found her, finally, and it hadn't been exactly what she'd asked for but it made her shudder and that was enough. "Severus," his name fell from her lips in a begging, pleading moan. The ache inside her growing, consuming her, stretching out its web to try to capture him as well. Lily's eyes had fallen shut at some point, her head falling back, her body arching into him, into his touch. Her hips rocked against his hand, wanting the touch again, wanting him inside her. 'My illness, my beautiful disease, my sparkling sickness, my downfall, Severus' she thought.
So lost, lost, lost, tumbling down a rabbit hole with no end. And it was okay, so long as he fell with her. Always with her, and they never stopped.
***
To hear his name fall off her lips like a caress, to hear the need in her voice, to feel her thighs strain against the huddle of knickers around her knees, it was sweet, sweet torture.
Severus could no longer be quiet and something deep and dangerous made its way to his throat and out. She possessed him, utterly. He felt he was coming apart, and she wasn't even touching him. Instead she rocked against him, pressing herself against his slickened fingers that slid back and forth over that hardened spot, feeling the resistance of it just so, so... there.
His other hand held her close, or steadied himself against her, he didn't know which, couldn't care less. As long as he felt her up close, her quivering muscles and the smooth expanse of her stomach against his, and that was all and so much more than he'd ever wished for. So, so infinitely much more.
His middle finger followed the wetness until it found the source, and Severus' breathing hitched as he pressed the tip against the hole there... God, it was *tiny*, how could he do what she wanted, how on earth could he do it without hurting her??
***
Breathing was, well it wasn't quite working like it usually did. It was ragged and panting. And oh, that sound he made, it sent shivers down Lily's spine. She clung to him, their bodies pressed to each other. Need. Growing, devouring, consuming, spiraling, dizzying need was all she could think of. Lily reached behind her, flicking open the clasp of her bra and pulling it off her before pressing her body against his once more, her bare breasts against him and it made her shiver.
Oh, god, his hand, and his finger, so close. Close, close, closer please. 'Please, please, please, please," her mind begged him, pleading with him. Her hips still rocked against him and she could have done it herself with the rocking but she wanted him to. She wanted him. Oh, god she wanted him. "Severus," her voice begged, breathless and craving. "Severus, please. Please, please, please, please," her voice grew softer but more desperate with each please she uttered. She had to have this. She would fall apart without it. "Please, please, please," she continued until her voice was so quiet she was only mouthing the word against his ear.
***
"Lily, Oh God!" Severus moaned, feeling her lips move against his ear mutely begging, the word 'please' a caress and so much more than that. It shot right down to his groin, making him throb and pulse with his own need. Severus was on fire, it was devouring him and he was almost certain she could feel it too. Certain that she could see it in his eyes, his heart and his very soul.
And then his fingertip breached her, slowly and her inner walls surrounded it as he inched it deeper inside, feeling her squirm against him, so tight, God, so unbelievably tight! He would dream of this night after night, over and over again. Severus withdrew his finger even more slowly, until only the tip was still buried inside and then pushed back in.
She was making noises, he registrated somewhere, cradling her head against his shoulder and stroking the back of her neck with his free hand as his finger went in and out, each time a little deeper.
"Hurts?" he whispered, unable to hide his anxiety that she might be suffering at his hands
***
Lily had nuzzled into his neck when he finally entered her and she didn't have to beg for it anymore. It made her shiver and shudder so slightly and she was sure her body was being ignited from the inside out. A warmth spreading from where his finger slowly worked in and out of her through her body. The rocking of her hips had slowed, lessened, allowing him to take over. She wanted him to take over. Take over her, please take over her.
Her hands trailed up and down his spine when they weren't holding onto him because she was sure she was going to die because this just felt so good. And oh, the hand on her neck raised her hair on end, sending chills to accompany her shivering.
"No," she whispered, her lips grazing against his neck as she spoke. "So...so, good. Please, don't stop. Please," she whimpered as she begged him not to stop. She had to have this, please. She had to, needed it, needed him. "Need you. So much," she whispered breathlessly.
***
"Lily... need you too," Severus breathed, his voice husky with it, and then he guided her down to lay back, pulling her knickers off entirely. His finger was working her, deeper now, and faster of its own will.
Leaning down, Severus bit lightly down on the skin of her neck, sucking there carefully before his mouth was gone to come back lower, and lower still. He could taste her sweat, salty and intricate and a lingering sweetness that was so her, so Lily...
And she was beautiful. She was an angel, if there even was such a thing. Such a terrifyingly light and beautiful thing, he thought, kneeling between her spread thighs and bending down again, taking her left nipple between his lips.
Sweet heavens, he was lost. In her taste, her scent, in her. He knew he would never want to come back. Placing a second finger against her entrance, stilling his movements, he couldn't completely control the harshness that had come to his voice as he whispered, "more?"
***
Lily nodded, "more," she panted. Oh, god, she was going to explode. She was going to die and this was heaven and she was going to be here forever with this exquisite bliss falling over her in waves. His voice had made her shiver. His mouth on her and his finger in her and her hips that had rocked up to meet it...it was so much, too much, not enough.
Her skin throbbed and ached and pleaded, wanting him. Wanting his body on hers, in hers and she couldn't could the way her hips rocked to bury his two fingers inside her in her impatience. She cried out, his name buried in the sound. Oh god, she was going to die, she was going to die and love it and welcome it and embrace it. And he had said he needed her, too. And oh, sweet circe, how was she ever going to do anything but chase after feeling like this again?
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Severus was doomed, *so* very doomed and owned that his every breath whispered her name to no one and everyone, and if he may choose, he would choose to die like this. His mind was trying to bury itself into hers, he could feel it straining towards her presence, and he wanted more, more, more...
Severus could feel her stretching around his fingers now as they slid in and out of her most intimate place, and he watched them disappearing inside, over and over, sure that he'd explode from the sight of it. He was aroused beyond everything he'd ever felt before, craving her, wanting, yearning for her with every fibre of his being. But all he could do was give, and give more, and relish the feeling of her ridged inner walls clenching around his fingers as his lips formed her name mutely, in time with his thrusts. His mind was singing with it...
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Lily kept moving her hips faster, burying his fingers in her sooner and sooner and sooner and further and further until she was sure she'd never get enough of him. Her beautiful Severus who lit her blood on fire and made her skin sing and tingle and want to die because nothing could ever possibly be as amazing in life as this was right now, being with him like and oh god she was going to hit the bottom of the rabbit hole any moment.
And then something exploded in her, over her and it was light and darkness, everything and nothing and she almost thought she really had been falling down a rabbit hole and she had finally hit ground. She came with a cry that made it's way out the alcove and down the corridor, though she didn't realize it at the moment, and she wouldn't care either. Wouldn't care that if someone listened closely they would be able to tell it was Severus' name she cried out. Lily was shivering all over, shuddering and her muscles kept clenching and unclenching over and over around his fingers.
"Severus," she whispered softly, quietly, and nearly whimpering. "Thank you," she was trying to train herself to breathe again. Now she knew what heaven was.
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Severus withdrew his fingers, moaning softly as he did so, and gathered her up close, holding her exhaused body against his. He sat back, his knees feeling weak and rubbery as he leant back against the wall of the alcove. Her back against his stomach, both arms wrapped around her shivering form, he kissed the top of her head with more tenderness than he'd have thought himself capable of.
He would never, never, never forget the look on her face when she had come on his fingers. It would haunt his every waking moment, and every other moment as well, the way she'd looked nearly as if in pain, and that unearthly cry of his name on her lips. Her thighs tightening around him the moment she'd been hit by her climax, the arch of her spine, everything. He'd never forget any of it, and be it the only time he'd be allowed to see it, he would treasure it deep down, and guard it. Forever.
She owned him. Truly, utterly owned him.
He could think of no words to say to her that would tell her everything there was, so he just held her, dropping little kisses on the top of her head every other second.
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Awww, cute... TBC