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| The Dream.... |
| Well, I guess you can imagine who was in the dream with me....drats...here comes the hubby >:( I'll have to fill you in later.....Ok, back (three hours later!). Ok...let me "set the stage": My name is professor Watson. Being a woman "burned" by men several times I'm not exactly the trusting sort. Suspecting that Snape is still a DeathEater I plan to cast a sleep spell from MY private rooms that will allow him to remain undisturbed while I sneak into HIS private rooms, and then cast another spell that will allow me to pry into his mind while is sleeps.....and look for the truth. Using a teleportation amulet I appear unseen in Snape's chambers next to his bed. It's dark, but the room is lit by a full moon. I'm wearing a black nightgown, the bodice is low-cut and the tops of my breasts look like mate marble in the moonlight. I silently bend down on my knees next to him, he sleeps not two feet from my trembling body. Why do I tremble? He looks so handsome and peaceful. I feel a stirring I have not felt in many years. I am ashamed. I shake off the feeling like a sticky cobweb. I must concentrate! I notice the gilded short-sword proped next to the bed. It is beautiful, the hilt and case heavily encrusted with jewels. I reach out to touch it and think maybe I should just use that instead and have it over with. No, I cannot, I WILLNOT....he could be innocent and I will not take the life of an innocent. Closing my eyes, I take a deep cleansing breath and silently cast my spell. The images come slowly at first, then tumble rapidly through a sea of misery. I see images of The Dark Lord. He is alive and he laughs at us. He has no fear of us! Snape is scared though�.I sense great fear, a fear only a traitor can feel. I see Snape turn his back from the Dark Lord and the Dark Lord's anger. Oh, poor Severus�he is trusted by no one. Surely not by the former friends and allies he had with the Death Eaters�and neither is he fully trusted by his new allies. He is innocent after all. I sense so much pain and lonliness. I slowly open my eyes, and to my astonishment I find that I have been crying. I look down and Severus is looking up at me. My tears have fallen on him and broken my spell. We stare at each other for what seems to be and eternity. The tears continue to silently slide down my face and onto his hand. He reaches up slowly, and gently brushes a tear away and pushes back a rogue strand of hair behind my ear, then lingers on my jawline. Such a small gesture, but so intimate. He slides his hand slowly down my neck to my exposed breasts. His eyes never leave mine, as if searching for a reaction. His touch becomes more firm, I tremble under his touch as a moan escapes my parted lips. He sits up on the edge of the bed and slowly pulls away the material of my bodice, exposing my breasts to the cold room...and his warm lips. The combination is torture. His lips are soft as rose petals. I cannot beleive a man that is so gentle could ever have been cruel. He takes my left nipple in his mouth, and I want him to bite just a little...but I'm too caught up in the moment to say so. He reaches up and pulls me down onto the bed with him, slowly he removes my gown, kissing all over my body the entire time. Under the black sheets, on me...above me, he looks down into my eyes as if he's trying to read the secret that is me. He slowly lowers his head and kisses my lips, softly...gently. I can feel him against me, hard and ready. I am more urgent than he. My hunger shows, and he responds. His kisses become harder and more urgent, but still gentle. He slowly, teasingly enters me. I am filled with him, and I feel WHOLE. Our love making lasted for hours, and with every thrust I lost more of myself to him. In the end I was his, body and soul. We lay there together in each others arms and gazed at the moonlight until we drifted off to sleep. |
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