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Treasure Falls	By : WinterRaven Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Lily Views: 11439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: This story goes in conjunction with another story of mine called Endurance, though this story can be read out of context. Snape and Lily are 17 years old here and in their final year at Hogwarts. Enjoy!

I. Snow on Ice
He was back again for the winter. This was the seventh, and last, year in a row.
Snape holed himself in his childhood bedroom, wrenching the curtains to hide the windows, rejecting the flickering brightness of the sunset. The winter was rough on him, with its bitterness; he was always alone with potions books and spellbooks for company, scribbling notes on new spells or rewriting ones that existed, poring over Dark Arts texts, wondering if he would ever find a place among the burgeoning group called the Death Eaters...
Voldemort, Voldemort... Could Snape finally find a true family with that man as his leader?
Snape sighed. He heard a noise down the hallway and ignored the sound. Though it only was him and his mother left, he never had the desire to interact with her. Days could go by without a word spoken between either of them. That was how Snape enjoyed all interactions with people...
Except for her.
He was cold.
This was his second week home. December dwindled quick, faster then blinking. Christmas had passed without so much as a happy peep uttered by him. No decorations in the house except for a small, cheap pine tree perched on a table in the foyer. He had purchased it himself at the variety store a few blocks from where he lived. He counted down the days until he returned to Hogwarts, ticking them off on a sheet of paper. Two and a half weeks left here. He wasn't sure if he looked forward to the return or not.
He would be alone there too. Wake up alone, eat alone, shower alone, write notes in class alone, sleep alone, weep alone, sometimes smile and laugh alone if he read a particularly funny passage in a book.
Snape thumbed the frayed hem of his long sleeve shirt; the grey fabric successfully hid his marks, both fresh and years old. No one had ever seen them and for that he was grateful. The last thing he wanted to do was have an in-depth discussion on what he felt, or didn't feel, because when he marked himself his mind was wiped blissfully blank.
He was laying down on his bed, the hard mattress fighting against his bony back, knocking against the knobs of his spine. He stared up at the ceiling, pushing his long hair from his face. He couldn't help but think of her; he cringed.
Mudblood, filthy Mudblood.
He had ruined everything with those words, pushed away the one person who stuck by him since childhood. She was always by his side despite his social anxieties and strange ways, his second hand clothes and his poverty. She defended him from bullies, sat with him at the dining tables in the Great Hall... Yes, Lily accepted him without faltering, even as he delved into the Dark Arts, obsessing over Voldemort and vicious spells, secretly plotting ways to ambush Potter and torture him (always an image of flinging Potter around by his ankle over the giant squid). Lily was always close, always visited him during the winter and summer holidays with gifts and cookies and a cheerful smile...
He remembered their quiet walks down to the lake near his house and the feeling of contentment he had only when he was with her. He remembered three summers ago, when they laid down on soft grass, facing each other and fell asleep in the July heat. They had awoken to find themselves curled close, Lily's smooth hand wrapped around his rough one. He wasn't sure who had reached out to who first.
Snape rubbed his eyes, fought the urge to cry out.
There is no point to feeling, he reminded himself. There was no point to anything at all.

~*~
His morning ritual: wake up, brew a cup of coffee or tea, drink the contents while looking out the window, scowling at the empty sidewalk. Perhaps eat a piece of fruit. Glance at the newspaper. Cut, staunch and clean the wound. Shower, brush hair, brush his teeth. Settle down for another silent day with piles of books or, if he were so inclined, a stroll outdoors. Snape wasn't keen on leaving his room often, for his neighborhood was drab with its dilapidated houses and garbage resting on the streets.
This place was a Muggle place, cars parked on the streets, normal signs littering about. Walk. Don't Walk. Stop. Do not enter. The grumble of a firetruck, shattering silence in the distance. Lots of honking cars. Sometimes the muffled noise of neighbors fighting.
He counted down the days again: ten more until he returned to Hogwarts...
He forced himself outside that day, growing increasingly restless at staring at his walls for hours at a time. He pulled on his father's old wool peacoat as he went through the quiet house. He wondered if he should be disturbed that he wore a dead man's clothes. He didn't know what to think.
He bid his mother a grunt of farewell as he ambled outside, the brisk cold smacking his face in welcome. His mother nodded her head as he closed the door behind him. He turned and caught a quick glimpse of the nose and sallow skin they shared. She sat on the sofa, buried in a book. She was older now, worn and lined, her hair turning steadily whiter. Snape locked the door, shoving his hands and wand in his pocket. He kept his wand with him everywhere. His obsession with the Dark Arts had only reinforced his natural paranoia, an expectation that danger lurked in the most unexpected places, even in the Muggle world.
Snape turned the corner of his street, Spinner's End, taking the same path he always took when he wanted to amble around. He decided to walk to the lake; perhaps it would be iced over and steel colored, just the way he enjoyed it most. If there was one thing that always made him laugh, it was seeing stray ducks slipping and sliding over the ice, quacking in a ridiculously comical way. Snape let out a rare smile as he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. He had tied his hair back in a ponytail, hoping to keep it out of his face, but he was starting to wish he had let it down... Perhaps he would be warmer if it were loose.
After half an hour of trekking mindlessly, his boots treading over dead grass and frozen patches of dirt, the lake came into sight. He was yards away. He stepped over a broken fence that attempted to keep trespassers out; it was mottled with rust and leftover snow. Snape took in a deep breath as a sudden image popped into his head. He remembered how silly Lily looked every time she hopped over this fence with him, her mouth curled in an embarrassed smile. Those days seemed so so long ago.
He withdrew his hands from his pockets, contemplating whether or not he could get away with conjuring a small fire, when he froze in his tracks, his mouth agape stupidly.
She was there.
Sitting with her back to him, covered in a brown down coat, her knees curled to her chest. He saw her pure white wand settled next to her right leg. There was no mistaking her, even from this distance, her long red hair breaking the monotone sadness of the field. As Snape expected, some ducks were gliding over the iced lake, but this time he did not find amusement at their clumisness. He wasn't sure what to do...
He had seen Lily on the Hogwarts campus, yes, but she was always surrounded by her friends... and she always disappeared quickly, giving him a broken sort of look before tossing her mane of hair behind her. There wasn't enough time to say anything to her, or for her to say a word to him, because she trotted away from him before he could even take a breath.
Snape took a few steps forward before halting again as if he had knocked into an invisible wall.
No, he thought. I should leave. I'll come back later or tomorrow.
He turned around. He was quiet as he made his escape but his foot came in contact with a hidden hole in the dirt. He fell forward with a loud yelp, landing on his face. He cursed his clumsiness, a stream of swear words leaving him like steam escaping a hot kettle. He was so tall that he always forgot to look down when he walked. He sat up quickly, smacking the snow from his hair but he knew it was too late.
He heard her voice, curious and high pitched.
"Severus?"
Snape blushed as he stood. He was rigid, his back to her. He felt the nervousness take over, just like it did in the old days. He glanced down at his large, thin hands. They were trembling, his wand shaking as he clamped on to it.
Get away, get away! he thought in panic. He wanted to move, to run, but he couldn't. His legs ignored his command.
Fuck.
She called his name again. He felt a thrill of dread as he heard her feet crunching toward him, louder and louder still with every step. He turned his face from her when she settled next to him, glancing up at his tall form. Instead he chose to focus on twigs piled by his boots.
"I haven't seen you in a while," she whispered by way of greeting.
He didn't answer; shame was bubbling within him. Her kindness never seemed to ever have left her, despite the disgusting insults he hurled at her two years ago.
Mudblood.
"Severus?" she tried again. He turned his head toward her reluctantly, his lips pursed. He was startled to see her green eyes were swollen and bloodshot, as if she had been crying.
"What's happened to you?" he said, his voice sharp with concern that he didn't bother to bite back.
Lily stared at the ground, her eyes on her brown knee high boots. She was usually so composed and now... undone, tangled. Snape had never seen her like this; she seemed lost, as if trying to grapple for an answer in the wind. Her pale hand ran through her lush hair and then moved nervously to the buttons on her coat. He noticed she was blushing too. Burning. Burning.
"I... um," she whispered, her voice cracking.
Snape turned his full body to her now, so that they were face to face. He ignored how hot his cheeks felt. He looked down at her, fighting the urge to give her a hug. Remember, you hate touching people, he reminded himself.
"I'm upset about James," she said softly.
Snape's lips pursed together again and he felt a tidal wave of fury force itself into his chest.
"Why?" Snape said his voice stiff. He tried to be polite while thinking of a way to escape as soon as possible. Maybe if I just start walking away, she'll get the hint...
"He-- he broke up with me. Three weeks ago, actually. Right before the vacation."
She suppressed a whimper by clapping her hand over her mouth.
Snape stared at her blankly. His heart skipped with equal parts grief and excitement. But he cursed Potter. Stupid Potter. How could he let someone like Lily go? Snape recalled bitterly how Potter and Lily grativated to each other after Snape had lost her as a friend. He tried to stow away the memory of nights spent alone, crying over Lily, over the fact that Potter, always triumphant, had managed to snatch her away for good.
But now...
"What happened?" Snape asked, fidgeting with his wand. His brain was buzzing.
"He said he wasn't ready to get serious yet... I guess he panicked. Maybe everything was moving too fast."
"Fucking idiot," Snape said absently before he caught himself.
"Excuse me?"
Her eyes shot up into his and it took all of Snape's strength not to look away. He was getting hotter and hotter. Was he sweating?
"Potter," Snape repeated, keeping his voice even. "Potter. He's a fucking idiot."
Lily made a sound that married a sob with a laugh. Her eyes were shining with fresh tears.
"Don't cry," Snape said automatically.
"Sorry," she said. "I don't know why I'm telling you this... E-enough about me. How have you been?"
"Fine," Snape said coldly. What kind of stupid question was that?
"That's... um, that's good."
There was a long pause between them.
"I've... I've missed you a lot, Sev. I always wonder how you're doing."
Snape stared.
"Oh," he said.
"Yeah... I... maybe we can talk sometime. Will you be here for the rest of the vacation?"
"Yes."
She cleared her throat.
"Um--"
"Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden? You ignore me at school," Snape interjected, stepping forward so he closed the gap between them. He wasn't sure why he had suddenly felt so angry. This frothing feeling that had nothing to do with Potter abandoning the girl before him. Lily gave him a quizzical look, as if afraid.
"I..."
"Do you actually think I'm fine?" he barked, unable to control his temper. "Do I look okay to you?"
"I just-- I didn't mean--" she sputtered. Snape took no pity on her; a twisted part of him enjoyed watching her flail in trying to find the right words.
You deserve to be miserable, he thought savagely. He turned his back to her and made to walk away when he heard her soft cry. He immediately regretted his outburst.
"I'm sorry," he said, not turning around.
She hiccuped.
"I know," she murmured.
There was something pleading about her voice that compelled Snape to face her again. He let in a sharp intake of breath; she was far too close to him, closer than they had ever been. He had never noticed her freckles before, dainty across the bridge of her button nose, the ring of black that surrounded her green irises. His heart began to race.
"I know you're sorry... I can tell by the way you look at me when we're at school... Are--are you lonely, Sev?" She didn't give him a moment to answer. "I know what you must feel like now. I don't have anyone to talk to, none of my friends understand why I'm so upset."
"What makes you think I would understand? I've never so much as kissed anyone before," Snape gulped. His face was on fire.
Lily stepped closer, her head turned up to his. They were pressed chest to chest. He was so much taller than she was; she was so small and sprightly, trembling as though she had been dipped into the ice cold lake.
Snape seemed to have stopped breathing completely. He flinched when he felt her persistent hand close around his arm, urgent, needy.
"Don't--" Snape started but she cut him off. She stood on the tips of her toes and planted a chaste kiss on his mouth. Snape's eyes fluttered shut in surprise.
"Sev," she murmured.
Her mouth was on his again before he could stop her. He dropped his wand immediately. She released her own. Snape moved quickly on instinct, his hands reaching to her face, holding her hard. He couldn't help himself.
He had no idea what he was doing; greed enveloped him within seconds. The unfamiliar smoldering in his lions. He needed to possess her. In that moment it seemed vital to his very existence. He needed her to be completely and utterly his. No one else's ever again. He had wanted her for so many years after all. But you're taking advantage of her, a small voice piped up in his head.
Shut up.
He groaned when Lily breathed a needy sigh into his mouth. She tasted of something sweet, like vanilla cake or butter cream frosting. His whole body was shaking. He felt her timid hands rush up past his shoulders, undoing his ponytail. Her fingers ran through his hair. Snape began to push her backward gently. They fumbled to find something to lean on, not breaking apart in the process.
They bumped into an oak tree as they kissed wildly, perhaps afraid that the other would disappear if they released each other even for the tiniest of moments. Lily started sobbing and moaning, the sounds getting tangled.
The sound of her sadness brought Snape back to reality. That's when he let go.
He stumbled backward in horror, tripping over himself again. He landed on his back, feeling the skin on his hands scraping over a rock. She stood over him, looking scared and confused. Her lips were harassed from Snape's intense kissing--
"Don't--" Snape sputtered, sticking his shaking arm out to stop her from moving towards him. His palms were bleeding slightly. "Don't! Get--get away from me!"
He scrambled to his feet, his breathing labored, almost as if a strong hand pressed over his windpipe. He cursed himself when he realized the hardness in his pants, pressing against his jeans uncomfortably. He rushed to get his wand, plucked it from the ground.
"Sev, please!" she yelled, running after him.
He moved so quickly he was amazed that he wasn't flying. But it didn't matter, she was too fast. He felt her hand around his arm again and he threw her off so violently that she knocked into the collapsed fence with a clang and a gasp. They stared at each other in shock.
"I'm sorry!" he shouted, overcome with too many conflicting feels--sadness, confusion, lust. She pulled herself upright, her hair flying about her cheekbones. "Just-- stay... stay away from me. I don't want--"
"You don't want what?" she said with a snarl. She gave him a rough look that made him recoil. For a moment, she reminded him of his father, the glare and rage, disappointment. "You don't want me?"
"The only reason you're doing this is because of Potter!" Snape yelled. His temper rose before he could stuff it back inside.
"I'm doing this because I like you, Sev! I've liked you since I was a kid."
Snape felt as though he had been punched in the stomach.
"Fucking liar!" he screamed before he could control himself. Stepping forward, he grabbed a hold of her coat with such strength that she was momentarily lifted from the ground. "You've liked me since we were kids, is that right? So why didn't you do anything about it?"
"Why didn't you do anything?" she retorted, her voice cracking in anger. "Get the hell off me."
He removed his hands from her and she dropped a few inches back to the dirt, fumbling upright.
"If... if you actually liked me, something would have happened between us before this. Potter would have never been in the picture."
"The only reason James was in the picture is because of what you called me two years ago!" she yelled with venom. "Maybe if that hadn't happened--"
"Be quiet," Snape muttered. He turned his face away from her. So much shame. "Lily, stop lying to me. You loved Potter."
"You're right," she insisted. He felt his stomach drop at her admission. "You're right, I did love him. But it didn't work out, Sev. It didn't work out for a reason."
"Find somebody else to soothe you then," Snape snapped.
He marched away from her, leaving Lily with a look of abject shock.
"You're used to getting what you want, Evans! But not this time!" he shouted with cruel mirth as he hopped over the fence with grace. He turned back to face her so she could clearly see the malice and hurt in his eyes. She held the same look in hers and Snape felt defeated.
"Fine. Fine. Go ahead think that," she said in a choked voice.
There were no more tears. She snatched up her wand from the ground and walked in the opposite direction without saying another word. Snape panicked again and not understanding what made him say it, he shouted, "Lily! Tomorrow... come back here tomorrow at noon."
She did not respond. She continued to glide back to her home, leaving Snape wondering what the hell would happen next.

~*~
He did not sleep at all that night.
His company was the blade but even that was unsuccessful. He stared at his marred arms while the water of the shower washed over him. No new cuts that night. He tossed the unused blade into the medicine cabinet, disgusted with himself, his conversation with Lily playing over and over again in his mind, like a tape that wouldn't turn off.
Snape threw himself on top of his bed and stayed there as the evening wore on. His stomach rumbled with hunger but he didn't care. What was he supposed to do now? He absentmindedly ran his fingers over his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he remembered Lily's desperation.
His first kiss... that was his first time being so close to anyone. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would share that moment--however confusing--with her. He wondered what she was doing now, what she was feeling. Was she lying on her bed too, thinking of him?
He turned over and punched one of his pillows. He buried his face in it, his mind whirring. Had she truly liked him all these years? He wanted to slap himself across the face. So much time wasted.
But then again, he had made such a grave error--
Mudblood.
Would she show up at the lake tomorrow? Would he?

~*~
Noon. It came quick. The lake.
There he was, unsure if he should bolt before it was too late. He stared out at the icy depths. There went a duck, quacking. Snape looked left and right so often that it seemed that he had a muscle tick. He kept trying to find her, his heart pumping hard.
The sky above was flat, no clouds and Snape shivered. The smell in the air told him it was going to snow soon. He stood, freezing, his mind blank for hours. He knew she wouldn't come but he couldn't bring himself to move either.
The snow had begun to pour, blanketing the ice on the lake, melting in his long hair. He closed his eyes as a slight breeze overtook him. He did enjoy the winter on days like this... the very least he could do was try to forget Lily and take in this moment for what it was, quiet and calm--
"Hello."
Snape's eyes flew open. He nearly fell over himself as he turned around sharply.
Lily stood there, a large silver canteen in between her gloved hands. Her face was pink. He imagined he looked very forlorn indeed compared to her, his cheeks probably frozen over, his old ratty coat soaked with snow. He didn't say anything as she pushed the cup she held into his hands. He grasped it, his fingers barely moving from the cold. He was not wearing gloves.
"It's soup. I made it. Chicken noodle," she said, looking down at his numb fingers with concern.
Snape stared at her; her breath flared between their lips, cold with fog. Her cheeks were wind bitten. Snape knew she had walked far to get here; it took at least an hour from her house.
"You've been out here since noon, haven't you?" she whispered.
No answer from him. He saw her glance at her watch; it was nearly six.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, sincerely looking it. "Maybe we should find a place to go inside? You look sick."
The snow was sticking to her eyelashes and when she blinked, little droplets of water sprinkled on her face. It took all of Snape's self control not to smile.
Snape put the canteen back into her hands. Without a word, he stalked off to his house. She followed in silence.
Before their rift, they had spent summers and winters visiting each other constantly.
Snape preferred Lily's home for countless reasons; it was warm, clean, welcoming, her parents were kind (though her sister, not so much). He and Lily would cook dinner or sit in silence side by side reading or watching television. So comfortable. But Lily had also forced Snape to get over the embarrassment of his shabby home; she used to come over often. Sometimes she would show up in the early morning or late at night to catch him off guard. For whatever reason, Snape's mother didn't mind Lily. She always greeted the lovely girl with a cup of tea.
The snow was falling more insistently now, torrents and sheets of cold white specks.
Snape's strides were long, much longer than Lily's, but she puffed close by, determined to keep up with him the best she could. Snape sighed when they were clear of the forest and a few blocks from his house; he slowed down. Lily was bright red in the face, her cheeks crimson. Snape looked away from her, again overcome with the urge to smile at her innocent sweetness.
He focused instead on a wall heavy with graffiti and garbage. That wiped the smirk from his face immediately.
"Sev?" Lily whispered suddenly. He turned to her, his face impassive.
Without saying anything, she intertwined her left arm with his right, the canteen of warm soup resting in her free hand. He ignored what she did and kept moving forward. Their footsteps paced together. When they reached the threshold of his house, he released himself from her and dug in his pockets for the key. The front door creaked open, warmth and still air finding them as they stepped into the dusty foyer.
They hung their sopping jackets on the battered coat rack, the same way they used to do. It was almost as though their routine hadn't broken. Snape pulled off his boots, shook out the water and placed them next to Lily's. He closed the front door. They didn't speak as they found their way into the living room; both of them soaking and shivering. Snape heard no other sound in the house; his mother was out somewhere. He never cared to ask her where it was she went on days like this.
He clicked on a light.
They were sitting opposite each other. Lily offered him the canteen again and he took it, opening the top, drinking in the heat and broth. He closed his eyes, letting the steam roam over him. He didn't realize Lily was watching him hungrily, a strange glint in her eyes.
"Are we going to talk about yesterday?" she asked him.
He choked on the soup.
"Which part?" Snape retorted.
She threw him a nasty look.
"Sev, you're the one who told me to meet you--"
"You were five hours late," he reminded her coldly as he threw the canteen aside, suddenly consumed with anger. Leftover broth and chicken went flying everywhere.
"Look, I didn't mean to take that long," she said slowly, shocked at what he had just done. "I just... couldn't make up my mind on what I wanted to do."
Snape snorted and rubbed his hands together, trying to regain some feeling in his fingers as he did so.
"So--so yesterday," Lily continued, her voice faltering at Snape's silence. "I--I still stick by what I said."
His head shot up.
"That you've always liked me?"
She nodded.
"I know you've always liked me too, Sev."
He scowled. There was no point in hiding it anymore.
"Be that as it may--" he started but halted when she stood from the sofa.
There it was, that look. Snape's mind went blank. The sky seemed to have turned black out, because the light from the lamp in the living room was sharper than ever, so Lily's gaze came into hard prominence. It was a look that demanded closeness, that demanded to be heard.
"You know, James only ever kissed me," she said, taking a step forward as she brushed her drying hair from her face. "We never had sex."
"Why are you telling me this?" Snape sputtered.
"Because..." she faltered for a moment before regaining her voice. Her eyes were brighter then ever. "Because I always hoped the person I would lose my virginity to would be you."
Snape felt a smile break across his face, but it was not one of amusement; it was one of uncertainty, even fear.
She's lost it, he thought to himself. The breakup with James had clearly unhinged her. Snape stood from his seat, feeling extraordinarily overheated for despite his wet clothing.
"I think you should leave," he said, pointing toward the door with a shaking finger.
She took another determined step at him.
"No," she said firmly. "You've never had sex either, Sev."
She kept walking toward him, her back straight, almost proud. He backed away from her in fright. He wasn't sure that he could run from her or control himself this time around. She was so needy; he felt lustful urges rising in him mixed with the calm, gentle feelings he always smothered when he looked at her... His quiet and secret love.
He slammed into a bookcase, trapped by Lily and a heavy text fell down, narrowly missing his forehead. It knocked sharply to the ground. Lily was leaning into him again.
"Sev, we've known each other forever. I never wanted to be apart from you. And what happened two years ago... I forgive you. I--I want to be friends again," she whispered. "I meant what I said, I did. I miss you."
Those words undid him. Snape grabbed her and pulled her toward him, slamming his mouth against hers.
Just let go.
She gasped against him, grabbing for his face.
Take her. She wants you.
They kissed in a crazed way but didn't remain in the living room for long. Snape broke from her and yanked her down the hallway into his bedroom. This need he had, it was overwhelming him, threatening to engulf him if he didn't address it--
The bedroom was dark, nearly pitch black. Snape closed the door behind him and Lily grasped him hard. They fell onto his bed, tangled in a heap. Immediately, he yanked her shirt over her head as she leaned up to kiss him. But this kiss was no longer wild, this was slow, sensual, almost calm exploration. He dropped her shirt to the side and fumbled nervously with her bra, his fingers shaking so much that he shook her without meaning to. Working together they removed the garment from her. Snape stopped breathing for a moment as her firm breasts released, tantalizing him--
He grabbed her and suckled on her right breast without thinking twice. Lily screamed out in surprise.
His hardness was growing ever more persistent, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He lost control. He fondled her other breast with his free hand, plucking hard at her nipple. He moaned when he heard her heavy breathing. Her hands were in his hair, her eyes closed. He laid her against the mattress, his face still buried within her chest, taking his time now to roll his tongue over the softness before him.
Bliss, he thought as he was overwhelmed by her smell, that spice of her skin and sweat.
"Keep going," she whispered, her hips bucking, encouraging him to suckle harder. His fingers went down, as if on instinct, and forced its way past her pants and panties.
Lily screamed again when he dipped his shaking fingers inside. He was amazed he didn't cum just from touching her. Her wetness was incredible and for a moment he stopped to marvel at her.
"Take your shirt off, Sev," she said.
He withdraw his hand from her as if burned and pushed her away.
"No."
"Sev, it's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed about your body--"
"I said no, Lily. Please... not--not now."
They stopped for a long moment.
"Why?" she whispered.
He didn't answer, knowing too well she would be repulsed by the scars that lay hidden underneath the fabric. But, a small voice reminded him, It's night. It's dark. She won't be able to see.
He conceded. Snape removed his shirt, pulling it over his head. She fumbled for him in the darkness; there was a little light coming in from the gap in the curtains but Snape knew she wouldn't be able to see anything without more illumination. She ran her fingers down his thin chest, exploring, her fingers bumping over his prominent ribs and pausing--
"You need to eat more," she said. He could tell that she was smiling softly.
He shuddered as her hands ran lower and lower, slowly, tenderly unzipping his jeans. He stood from the bed to remove them completely and his boxers went immediately after, his clothing dropping to the floor with a soft thump. He could make out the curves of her hips and soft, supple legs, spread slightly, inviting him in...
He could hardly breathe for excitement and nervousness.
"Come," she whispered. "Please."
He moved over her, his hardness rubbing against her stomach. He had never been so erect in his life, not even when he imagined her as he stroked himself, alone, in the shower. His cock was dripping precum, coating Lily's belly. She finished pulling off her underwear. He whimpered when her hand moved tentatively over his shaft. Without meaning to, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, moaning low. She gasped in fascination as he bucked with her hand, thrusting to her motions. He was gripping the sheets with such force he tore a hole in them with his nails.
She removed her hand. Snape whimpered again but he cried out when she returned her touch. Her palm was moist now--she had licked it--and the wetness was engulfing his hard length, causing the boy to buck even more against her.
"Oh God--" he moaned, the sound building within his chest, wilder and wilder. He was lost in the feeling.
He felt her shift underneath him. She gasped. He looked down; he only just realized his fingers were dipping inside of her wet folds again. When had he done that? She kept touching him, stroking him slow. He growled at the thought of putting himself deep within her, having her completely at last. He gently took her hand away from his cock and kissed her, slowly, so slowly as he aligned himself with her.
There was a long pause, minutes perhaps, where they looked at each other barely blinking, the only sound their wheezing.
"Are--are you sure you want this?" Snape whispered.
He felt her nod.
Trembling all over, he held the base of his cock and guided into her swollen channel. He cried out the whole way, unaware that tears were building in his eyes. Pleasure shot through him, rough like a knife, weakening him for a moment; he felt his knees buckle and knew he would have collapsed had he been standing upright. Lily's arms snaked around him, clamping her close, their chests pressed together. Her strong legs wrapped around his back, pulling him in deeper. They both gasped and moaned.
It was drawn out, their movements.
Lily kept kissing the trail of tears that left him, licking them lovingly before moving back to his mouth. Their tongues exploring, cries of pleasure caught between them. They established a rhythm quickly, though at first, Snape was sloppy and inexperienced with his thrusts. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moaning things in her ear, not aware of half of what he was saying. He only knew that she became wetter, tighter with every word that left him, her nipples harder as they rubbed against his chest.
"That's it, you love my cock, don't you?" he moaned.
She was wailing now.
"You're mine," he growled into her ear, his voice low and husky. "Mine."
"Yes," she agreed, her voice just as low. She kept crying out with need.
"Say it," Snape moaned. "Say it!"
When she didn't respond immediately, he thrust in her completely, his heavy balls slapping against her body.
"I--I'm yours!" she gasped out as her back arched against the bed. "Oh God--!"
"That's it," Snape repeated as he released himself from her, his back straight now, his hands gripping her hips. Instinct took over as he moved with more purpose, lifting her legs a little as he thrust deep, to the hilt. His head was thrown back and tears were falling freely now; he wasn't sure why he was weeping at a time like this. Lily looking at him with surprise. He felt her hands grip his wrists, encouraging him to give her everything he had to offer.
She had never seen someone move with such confidence, taken over with emotion, not afraid. Not even James, who had always been timid before kissing--
Snape grabbed her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers, pressing her arms over her head and into the mattress.
"I'm so close," he gasped, finding her mouth. He released one of her hands and felt her fingers snake below, rubbing her clit quickly. Her legs were tensing against him, he could feel her folds gripping him firmly, and he knew she was going to cum with him.
"Look at me," he whispered. Her eyes flew open, the faint light from outside falling on them. Her eyes widened. She screamed his name, loud and strong, not taking her gaze off of his. Snape was startled to see she was crying too--
That's when he released, his eyes rolling backward. He felt Lily grab his face, bringing their mouths together in a quiet kiss. He released every last bit of himself in her inviting channel, feeling the last bit of pulsing around his cock. When she let go of him, they stared down at each other for the longest time. I love you, he wanted to say but now that he was more aware of himself, he held his tongue.
They were both overcome with exhaustion, covered in sweat and the lingering smell of sex.
There was no time to contemplate what had just happened between them. He collapsed on top of her and they shifted to the side into a more comfortable position, so he was still buried deep within her; they curled together, her legs over his. Absently, Snape reached for sheets and draped them over their bodies. They couldn't help themselves as they drifted to sleep, Snape kissing the top of her forehead before he too found his mind blissfully blank... this time, blank with overwhelming joy, not the pain of a blade--
But there was a problem.
His shirt lay on the floor, forgotten, his marred flesh exposed, waiting patiently for Lily to discover the cuts as the next day dawned.

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