Severus shrugs. Fine really. I think it will take some time to sink in. It's harder for Draco than me - I've always known it's a possibility.
He doesn't really want to talk about it until he's had a chance to get things sorted out in his own mind.
Severus looks at Minerva sat on the bed, and remembers his earlier promise to worship at her feet. He drops to his knees in front of her and, capturing her eyes with his, he begins to slide off her shoes.
He fits his long body to hers, and lays the same soft kisses on her face that he was using before, until he makes his way to her mouth and begins to kiss her in earnest.
He runs his fingers through her hair, then, wondering whether her animagus form affects her human form, runs a thumb behind her ear juat as if she were a cat.
~Minerva nibbles at his lips, then delves into his mouth with her tongue. Her hands move down his back to his wonderful arse and cup it firmly as her hips grind up into him. She needs him to fill her -- she can never get enough of him.~
Severus can wait no longer, and pushes into Minerva.
Slowly again, drawing the whole moment out as long as possible, he moves in her, until his restraint is shredded, and he has to thrust harder and harder and faster and faster.
~Hooking her ankles around his back, she lifts herself into his thrusts, little cries emerging as, once again, the pleasure builds in waves. Finally, she feels herself crashing over the edge, and, as she vaguely wonders how she can feel so shattered and yet entirely complete, she calls out his name.~
Her call signals that he can finally let go. One final thrust and he's flooded with ecstasy, before collapsing to one side of her in a panting, dishevelled heap.
He doesn't really want to talk about it until he's had a chance to get things sorted out in his own mind.
Severus looks at Minerva sat on the bed, and remembers his earlier promise to worship at her feet. He drops to his knees in front of her and, capturing her eyes with his, he begins to slide off her shoes.
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He runs his fingers through her hair, then, wondering whether her animagus form affects her human form, runs a thumb behind her ear juat as if she were a cat.
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But his hands have more interesting places to be, cupping her breasts and moving his thumbs in interesting patterns round her nipples.
His erection is pressed against her, and he shifts his hips against her recklessly.
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Slowly again, drawing the whole moment out as long as possible, he moves in her, until his restraint is shredded, and he has to thrust harder and harder and faster and faster.
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