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northangel27Summary: A totally sexy little piece of Snape/Sinistra fluff. Severus Snape is a virgin - but not for long ;-). AU, but I suppose it could have occured within canon context.
Why Not?
Severus Snape was a virgin. When he had been in his teens it had been understandable. He had hardly been what silly young girls found attractive, and at Hogwarts silly young girls were in abundance. Add to that the fact that he always seemed to have his abnormally large nose pressed in a book, and a book on something dark and insidious at that, and anyone could see why the opportunity might have passed him by. As a young man he had been ambitious, focused, single-minded, and had more important things to think about than a decent shag. Then, in his early twenties, there was the grief over Lily’s death. He was grieving, there was no room for desire when it was drowned out by so profound and overwhelming a sorrow. He had always used all these details to justify his rather unfortunate condition to himself, but now…Well, he would be thirty in a couple of days. Now it was just rather pathetic, and there was no getting around it.
But it appeared that there might just be the slightest possibility that his luck was about to change…
No...
He couldn’t possibly be interpreting her intentions correctly.
Aurora Sinistra was a fine looking woman, and at only ten years his senior, the most likely candidate for those sorts of things where he was concerned, but nobody looked at him like that. Severus Snape was an asexual being, at least as far as the population of Hogwarts was concerned, and he liked to keep them all under that assumption. It was easier somehow.
He didn’t dare look up from the newspaper in his lap again. He wasn’t exactly sure what he would do if her finger was still tracing lazy trails over the expanse of pale skin just above the deep ‘V’ of her blouse. She’d caught him looking the first time, and that was when the trouble had started. That is when she had looked at him like that.
It irked him that she was even there in the first place. He came to the staff room after hours precisely because there would be no one there. It was warmer than his office, and somehow more welcoming than the bleak emptiness of his own quarters, and after dinner he always knew he would have it to himself. He had been rather irritated then, when the door had clicked open a few moments prior and Sinistra had strode in.
“Oh, Severus…” She had looked surprised, but not unpleasantly so. “I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Why are you here?” he had responded with more ire than was probably necessary given the circumstances.
“I have an Astronomy class in a couple of hours. We’re stargazing tonight at the tower. I thought I’d come in here to mark some scrolls before we get started. It’s so cold in my rooms this time of year.”
“I see;” and then he had gone back to reading the paper in his lap.
He worked hard at not noticing her, but had been only too aware of every sound she made after that: the shuffling about in her bag for quill and ink, the crackle of fresh parchment as she unrolled the first scroll followed by the scratch of her quill against it as she marked, the soft pop of yet another button at the front of her blouse, as she settled in and made herself comfortable. Yes, he had tried very hard to focus on the drivel in the Daily Prophet, but to no avail. That one little glimpse of a well manicured nail tracing delicately over soft skin, which had then erupted into gooseflesh the moment she realized he was watching, had got him all tied up in knots.
He kept expecting her to excuse herself, pack up her things and hurry off to take a nice hot shower before class. To scrub herself down well and good with a wire brush just to purge herself of the nauseating filth that was his all too obvious hunger, but she didn’t. She just sat there, smelling infuriatingly tempting.
He wondered what it was she was wearing. It wasn’t overpowering like most perfumes. In fact the scent was almost imperceptible, but he had a well trained nose, and it was most definitely intoxicating. He wondered momentarily if it was, perhaps, her own scent; if perhaps she wasn’t wearing perfume at all. That made him hungrier still, and he inwardly cursed himself for being such a ridiculous prat. At the rate he was going he was going to be in a very bad way in a moment or two, a very noticeably bad way.
“It’s warm in here, isn’t it…”
“No doubt I built up the fire too much,” he mumbled by way of reply, still not looking up.
“You look flushed, Severus. Are you quite alright?”
Damn.
“I’m fine.”
“You look tense, too. You need to relax…”
Something in her tone sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to exactly the place it shouldn’t. “I’m quite relaxed, I assure you.” Good. He’d managed to get that out without his voice cutting out on him. Very good.
She sighed heavily. “Merlin’s pants you are infuriating. Are you queer then, is that it?”
His eyes snapped up at that. “What?” He scowled at her darkly, and then swallowed hard. She’d taken her hair down from the tight knot at the base of her neck, and he’d never realized how long, and dark and shiny it was until that very moment.
“Are you queer?” she repeated, looking quite in earnest.
He opened his mouth to answer, but at that moment his brain caught up with him, and he clamped it shut again, not willing to acknowledge such an absurd question with a response.
“No…” She was looking at him incredulously. “I don’t believe it.”
“You are quite entitled to believe whatever you wish, and no doubt you will whether I correct your assumptions or not.” He adjusted the paper in his lap. It was the only thing between him and complete humiliation at this point, and he wanted to make sure that it stayed where it should.
She just laughed. “You’re impossible Severus Snape - always so sour and dour. I was watching you yesterday, in the corridor after breakfast, you were giving some poor Hufflepuff quadruple detention, or whatever it is you usually dole out for small infractions, and I noticed something…” Her voice trailed off, as though she was waiting for him to ask just what profound revelation that might have been. He kept quiet.
She sighed again, and rushed ahead anyway. “I noticed that you were unbelievably tense. It was like someone had rammed a broomstick up your arse, and I thought – ‘you know what poor Severus needs? Severus needs a bloody good fuck!’”
That was about all he could take. Running a hand through his hair with a sigh of sheer repressed frustration he finally looked up at her again. “Is there some sort of point to all this
She just smiled, rather winningly too, he thought. “So how long’s it been, eh? I’ve never seen you with anyone ‘round the school, and you don’t strike me as the type who’d pay for it – too much pride.”
“I don’t suppose that’s any of your business,
She smiled even wider. “No, I don’t suppose it is. But I’ve warded the door if you’re interested, and we’ve the sofa there, or the table, and I’ve still a whole hour before Astronomy, so what do you say? If you’re not queer, and you don’t find me wholly repulsive, why not have a go?!”
“Are you this forward with Binns and Flitwick, then?” he tossed back.
She laughed good-naturedly. “Goodness, no. But then they’re not young, and dark, and deliciously lean and enticing, are they…”
He suddenly had the strongest urge to look around the room for the true object of this assessment because she couldn’t possibly be talking about him.
“Come on then, Severus. What could it hurt?” her voice was softer now, some of the cockiness replaced with something only too familiar to him, something that sounded almost like loneliness. “It’s been an eternity for me too, and Merlin knows I need it.”
“And since I’m the only candidate who’s not dead, just over a meter tall or well past a hundred years old, you figured I’d at least be preferable to your own two hands, is that it? Why thank-you so much, Sinistra. I’m flattered.”
But apparently his patented Severus Snape evasion technique was not a deterrent for a woman like Aurora Sinistra. In fact, she seemed to take it, rather, as a challenge. “So you’re going to make it difficult for me then, are you? It has to mean something to you. Well perhaps you might like to know, then, that you are not a last resort; that I have been thinking of this very thing, plotting it, trying everything in my power to somehow find the courage to say the very words I’m saying now since nearly the day you first came to work here.”
“That was eight years ago,” he said, letting her hear the skepticism in his voice.
“I know.” She caught and held his gaze, with a fire that could leave him in no doubt of the truth of her assertions.
She did look lovely with the soft glow of the fire playing off the smoothness of her dark brown hair, the pale expanse of her skin and soft rise of her breasts visible beneath her sheer blouse; and there was that smell too, the sweet smell of her, like wild, fresh plucked apples. He imagined that she might taste as good as she looked, and he couldn’t help but want to find out. “Alright then…”
Jesus, had he just said that out loud?
She laughed again. “Just like that, then? Yes, please. Let’s shag. You’re a real treat, you know that, Severus. So blunt, and honest. It’s a nice quality in a man.” She was still smiling as she got to her feet, and he wondered if he should too, where it was she meant for them to do the thing. But before he had time to get too flustered about it she was hiking up her skirt and snatching away the newspaper, his last bastion of dignity, before she straddled him and settled into his lap.
Her eyes widened a little at the none-to-subtle bulge of his erection pressing against her through the fabric of his trousers. “Oh ho…” She cocked an eyebrow. “Perhaps not so honest after all.” She made a small clucking noise with her tongue and feigned a bit of a pout. “Here you were making me work so hard, and yet you wanted it all along…I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a Slytherin.”
He wondered if he should be offended, but there was a smirk to her tone, and a twinkle in her eye, and it seemed good natured enough. He wouldn’t have been able to stomach such a statement from a Gryffindor, but
She smelled better close up, than she had from across the room. Better than wine, better than vanilla, better than autumn, and yet somehow like all three together.
“Should I kiss you then?” God damn it, he needed to stop saying things like that out loud. It seemed that his brain was disconnecting from his body, and it was not a sensation he enjoyed. He fought back the furious blush that tried to follow the stupidity of the question.
Well, alright then. He supposed, he might as well give in to curiosity and dive right in. He’d heard somewhere that kissing in these sorts of casual encounters wasn’t the done thing. Too intimate. But she didn’t seem to object, and he had to admit that he was more eager for that than for anything else. For one it was familiar. At least he had kissed. It was something he knew how to do, though he couldn’t really be sure how well. It was a pity that they didn’t teach classes on these things. It would be nice to get a passing grade, and a certificate or license of some kind certifying that one was a quality snogger.
“You’re thinking too much, I can tell. That’s half your problem, Severus. You think too much. I’m the Ravenclaw here, if anyone should be thinking too much it should be me.”
He shut her up with a kiss. There. Let that be proof that he was a man of action, as well as thought. Besides, what was so wrong with analyzing things, making sure that one was prepared for all the eventualities? It was a sign of a…. Oh dear god, but she did taste good. She tasted like she smelled - fresh, and clean and sweet.
If he’d surprised her at the swiftness with which he’d taken her advice, she’d more than recovered now, and when she started to kiss him back he was more than certain that it was something she had done before. If there had been a class, she would have been at the head of it. Everything was just right from the way she nibbled lightly at his bottom lip, to the way her tongue parted his lips to probe and explore every inch of his mouth. He kissed her back with equal fervor, and he could only hope, equal technique.
This is why he didn’t do these things. Despite the generally accepted view that it was a stress deterrent, he actually found it horribly anxiety provoking. How did one know that they were doing things correctly? If the other person in question had even a modicum of respect and the slightest grasp of the social niceties they would just grin and bear it, rather then break off in the middle of things, tell you you were hopeless, and walk off. But then….
“Stop thinking…” she whispered against his lips. “I can hear the cogs in your head whirring, Severus, and it’s most distracting. I prefer to be distracted by other things…” She underscored this statement, with a slight rock of her hips against him, that momentarily left him wondering if he were about to have some sort of ecstatic experience. God, she had been right. He did need a decent fuck, and he hadn’t even realized how much until this very moment.
“Merlin you can kiss. If I’d known you’d been holding out on the female population in such a shocking manner, I would have propositioned you sooner,” she murmured, rocking against him again.
He swallowed back the groan that rose in his throat. He was starting to realize that he wasn’t going to last long. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Aurora.”
“Hmmm…” she smiled against his lips. “Well what will get me somewhere?”
His mind drew a total blank. His body was screaming – ‘this, exactly this, and more of this!’ – but what was this really? She had kissed him, she had moved against him a little, but nothing overly salacious. He really couldn’t get this worked up over that, or it would all be over before it began, and he had to sit beside the woman every day at meals. He did want to be able to continue to look her in the eye.
“I thought it was best not to ask,” he responded sarcastically. Too sarcastically? He hoped not. He fell back into the comforting embrace of bitter sarcasm whenever he felt anxious, cornered, or scared shitless. He was all three at the moment.
“Right you are!” she agreed cheerily. To his immense relief she sat back a little in his lap. “You know Severus, you wear entirely too many clothes. You’re always so buttoned up.” She waved her hand toward the long line of small buttons running the length of his frock coat. “I think the parish priest in the village where I grew up was less modest. It’s after hours, and here you are still with as many layers on as you were wearing in class this morning. I’m through with it. I’m divesting you of some of these things and there’s nothing for it, so don’t try to object.”
Now that her tongue was back in her own mouth, and she wasn’t pressed so insistently against him, he could feel some of the blood returning to his brain. A little of his confidence returned with it. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Well, good.” Reaching out she started to unbutton. He always used magic, due to the sheer enormity of the task, and he wondered why she didn’t do so now. Perhaps it was like unwrapping a gift. Some people liked to make it last, as it made the surprise inside all the more attractive. Where he was concerned, however, that could hardly be considered the case. She had best just get on with it.
Her hands had made their way down the placket all the way to his navel, and she slowed, as she finished off the last few buttons, her hand hovering over the bulge in his trousers, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Her fingers moved toward the button on the waistband. “Let’s see what you’ve got then, eh…” He inadvertently drew back a little, and she looked up. He knew that he was blushing furiously now. She would see it. There was no way he could hide it.
“Oh heavens, Severus, it can’t be that bad. We’re not supposed to tell the blokes this, but they’re all pretty much the same.” She nodded down toward his lap. “I’m sure you’re no worse off than anyone else.”
He should have a witty retort at this point, but his feeble brain was failing him again; the damn organ in his trousers absconding with all of its usual prowess. She must have taken his silence as assent because, her fingers traveled back to the button and loosed it, and then she moved on to the zip. It was actually a great relief to be released from the bonds of that garment, and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, as the heated, straining flesh was exposed to the cool air of the room.
“No pants, Severus. How unexpected. All these layers, and then no pants…” She let her hand travel down, running her palm over the length of him.
“Yes,” he panted, biting back another moan of pleasure. “Well one needs to be prepared. You never know when you might have the opportunity to suddenly be molested by a fellow staff member.” All of the control he had mustered in the last few moments, had shattered into a million pieces the moment she touched him.
She seemed pleased by that fact too. “Well then, it seems I was right, hmm… Someone does need a shag.”
He could think of a million retorts all them along the vein of – ‘Fucking gods woman, yes! Now get on with it!’ – but he said none of them.
“Like this then?” she rubbed her hand over the length of him again, and he couldn’t hold back the gasp and deep moan that followed. “Oh yes, just like that, umm… I think I know what you might like…” and with that she pushed away from him and stood up.
“Wh...what?” He swallowed hard, staring at her in disbelief.
“To the sofa with you.” She motioned to the sofa tucked up near the hearth, and we’d best hurry it up a little too. I’ve class in less than half an hour. Though…” she stared down at his throbbing erection appreciatively, “from the looks of you, that shouldn’t be a problem.”
Somehow he made it across the room and sat down. She shook her head. “No, no. Lie down. Come on.” He did as she asked wordlessly, and hiking up her robes again she crawled on top of him. “If it doesn’t work for you, just let me know. We’ll try something else, but I think you’ll like it.”
He had no idea what it was, but her hair was falling around him in dark, soft scented waves, and as she lowered her arse down on the tops of his thighs, the perfect weight of it sent a whole new litany of sensations racing through his body, all of them electric.
“You comfortable?”
He looked up into her warm brown eyes and nodded. Something in the back of his head told him he should be keeping up the witty banter from before, not letting this get to serious, but he didn’t seem to have the strength.
The sofa was narrow, and the two of them, though they were both rather lean, just barely fit, but there was just enough room for her to brace her knees on either side of his hips. She slid forward then, stretching out, allowing the whole of her body to press against his, and he gasped at the sensation of smooth, silky fabric rubbing against the part of him her hand had been attending to only moments before.
Satin knickers? He would have never guessed Aurora Sinistra to be wearing satin knickers under her school robes. Who knew what other scandalous things were going on beneath the robes of the Hogwarts staff? He quickly squelched the thought, as letting his mind drift to Dumbledore’s pants, or worse yet McGonagall’s knickers, could hardly be beneficial to the job at hand.
The sensation of that fabric sliding over him as she began a slow and steady rhythm was almost too much. “Merlin, you’re hard…” she breathed against his lips. “Don’t worry about holding back. We…” he voice caught for a moment as a whimper of pleasure escaped her. “We can…do this…again, sometime.”
He wanted to do as she said, but knew he should at least make an effort. The slick fabric rubbing against him was soaked through, and he was amazed to realize that she wanted this as much as he did. Her rhythm picked up, and her cheeks were growing pink and flushed. Her eyes were closed, now, but he left his open. He didn’t want to miss anything. He was fighting so hard to hold back, and he wanted it to be worth it. Who knew when this sort of opportunity might come again? With his luck, this one moment would probably have to be fantasy fodder for months, perhaps years worth of wanking.
“Oh fuck it!” she suddenly exclaimed. “Are you ready?
She didn’t wait for him to answer. Suddenly her knickers were gone. He had no idea how she managed it, but before he had time to think it through, he was overwhelmed with the sensation of him plunging inside of her. She was tight, and hot, and amazingly slick, and he thanked whatever powers that be, that she had been on the brink when she had pulled him inside her, because with two desperate thrusts of his hips she came, moaning and gasping, tightening around him, and sending him over the brink as well.
He felt like she was wringing him to the core, as wave after wave of her orgasm pulsed around him, driving him mad in ways that he had never been able to do for himself. When she finally collapsed against him, she was panting with exhaustion. He was vaguely aware of a soft puff of contented laughter against the fabric of his shirt. “Merlin Severus,” she smiled.
She didn’t speak again for several minutes, and as sensation returned to him, and he felt himself softening inside her, he finally looked down at her head on his chest, a fan of dark hair spread out over the whiteness of his shirt. He was going to have to switch seats in the Great Hall. There was no way he was going to be able to look at her after this, without remembering each and every second and sensation of this encounter. He probably should have thought things through a bit more before he’d succumbed, but all-in-all he was rather glad he hadn’t.
After another moment or two, she finally stirred, and slowly pulled off of him, getting to her feet. She smoothed the wrinkles from the front of her skirt and robes and then gazed down at him, letting her eyes run the length of his body once before returning to his eyes. “We will definitely be doing this again. Same place? Tomorrow afternoon perhaps? There’s that Quidditch match. The whole school will be there. I doubt we’d be missed for an hour or so…”
“Yes. Fine. Tomorrow then.” He felt that he should say something more, but didn’t know what.
She moved across the room and started tucking the scrolls she’d brought back into her bag, and he took the opportunity to cast a cleansing charm and tuck himself away again. He saw her fish out her wand and do the same, and then she headed for the door. She turned as she reached it. “So was it what you expected?”
“What I expected?” he queried.
“You know – first time and all that.”
He just stared at her dumbfounded. Had he been that obvious?
“Don’t worry,” she winked. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
