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Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas	By : TwistOfLime Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Lily Views: 6862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: Let it Snow

As Lily and Severus made their way through the park the snow began to fall thicker and faster. They walked close beside one another, their shoulders brushing together with each step. With each contact Severus felt a tingling electricity shoot through his arm straight to his groin. He shifted uncomfortably. Never in his life had he been more aware of her closeness than he was now.

She, however, seemed oblivious to his tension, chatting happily about the end of the holidays, the new coat she hoped to get for Christmas, their upcoming O.W.L.s.

The two climbed the Evan’s front steps in unison, knocking snow from their boots before entering.

Lily’s house was exactly what a home should look like on Christmas Eve: a holly wreath on the door, evergreen boughs wrapped along the banister on the staircase, a Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room, twinkling with lights, and a warm fire crackling happily in the grate.

Severus and Lily took off their boots in silence, removing their wet and bulky outer layers and hanging them on a coat rack near the door.

“I’m just going to pop upstairs and change out of this,” she said, gesturing to her Christmas dress. “I’ll get you a pair of socks too. Yours must be soaked through.”

Watching her bound up the stairs, Severus made his way to the living room to warm his hands by the fire, feeling uncomfortable and out of place. Though he and Lily had been friends since childhood, he had always avoided coming into her house whenever possible. Nowhere was the stark difference between himself and Lily more evident than in the Evans’ warm and inviting home. The photos filled with smiling faces and school reports on the fridge seemed to bear down on the strange, skinny boy from Spinner’s End as if he was an infection they needed to protect this happy family from.

Waiting for Lily, Severus turned his attention to the Christmas tree. Hanging between the delicate, sparkling glass balls were ornaments that had clearly been handmade. A paper Christmas tree hung with a ribbon, Petunia’s name across the bottom in the big, block letters of a child, a wooden star painted red and green and covered in glitter. Tucked near the back was Severus’ favourite: a picture of a young Lily, framed in painted popsicle sticks, her hair in pigtails and her crooked smile missing teeth.

Lily returned fifteen minutes later, dressed in polka-dotted bottoms and a thick sweater and carrying a tray laden with cookies and mugs of hot chocolate. In her absence the snowfall outside had grown into a full-fledged blizzard, wind rattling the windows and heavy snow making it impossible to see further than a few meters.

Setting the tray on the coffee table, Lily tossed him a pair of thick woolen socks. She was just about to settle down on the couch when a harsh ringing interrupted the silence.

“I’ll be right back,” she sighed, her socked feet padding on the wooden floor as she left to answer the phone.

Quickly, before Lily returned, Severus tore off his embarrassing, dingy grey and hole-filled socks, shoving them down into the bottom of his boots, and settled himself on the couch, munching on a buttery cookie in the shape of a snowman.

Lily returned a few moments later. “That was my parent’s. They said they won’t be coming home tonight; the roads are too icy.” Turning on the television, she plopped down on the seat beside him, curling against his side with her head on his shoulder and throwing a blanket over both of them.

Severus was distracted by her closeness. His whole side felt like it was on fire and with her head on his shoulder a flowery smell from her hair tickled his nose. He did his best to ignore the sensations stirring in his stomach and starred unseeingly at the television program.

“You never answered my question Sev.” Lily stated, nibbling on gingerbread.

“What question?” he asked apprehensively, noting the mischievous lilt in her voice.

“Have you ever snogged anyone?”

Severus had never wanted to be invisible more than he did now. “Of course I haven’t,” he replied in as much of a no-nonsense voice as he could muster.

“Would you want to?” she asked.

“Wh – what?” he stammered, desperately hoping for anything to interrupt the current train of their conversation. Maybe the phone would ring again, or her parents would unexpectedly come home, or a rogue Graphorn would burst through the window. Maybe he would literally drop dead of embarrassment; that would solve the problem.

If there was anyone that he couldn’t have this conversation with, it was Lily. Of course he wanted to, sometimes he thought he would explode with the desperation of wanting to feel Lily’s lips against his own.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Would you want to?” she asked, impatiently. “I mean, is there anyone you’d want to snog?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled indistinctly, avoiding her eyes.

She sat up, watching him closely through narrowed eyes, as though he was a particularly hard problem she had to solve. She nibbled her bottom lip as she did this, making Severus shift in his seat to relieve the uncomfortable tightening in his trousers.

“Would you kiss me?” she asked. She had spoken quietly, but almost defiantly, her head held high and green eyes blazing with that insufferable Gryffindor courage.

Severus felt like he was going to cry with embarrassment; his face was on fire. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to sink into the couch and disappear.

He stared at her for what seemed like forever, gaping open mouthed like a fool. On the one hand, the thought of telling Lily the truth was unbearable. It would disgust her. What if she never spoke to him again? On the other hand, lying to her was just as unbearable, if not impossible. Then suddenly, with a small smile, Lily leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss only lasted for a moment, but that moment was simultaneously the longest and shortest of his life. It was if this kiss was the only thing that existed, the only thing that had ever existed, just Lily with her lips pressed against his. There was nothing before and there would be nothing after.

All too quickly it was over, before he knew what had happed, before he could appreciate the softness of her lips, before he could memorize the taste of her mouth, before he his slow brain could register that this was actually happening, that he was actually kissing Lily Evans

She sat back smirking at him, her eyes glittering, cheeks pink. “So?”

Severus just stared, frantically trying to process what had just happened. Stupidly he stared, swallowing hard, opening and closing his mouth like a fish and desperately trying to get words to form. What did she expect him to say?

“Severus,” she whispered, shifting nervously. “Say something.”

Mercifully something in his mind clicked into place and as if someone else was controlling him, Severus leaned closer to her. “Do it again,” he commanded in a whispered growl.

He noticed her shiver at his tone, before leaning in once again. This time he was prepared

He captured her lips with his own, though he hadn’t the faintest idea what he was doing. He must have been doing something right though because she let out a soft sigh and suddenly their tongues were tangling together. She was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. Surely at any moment he would die from ecstasy.

Severus’ hands clenched at his side, desperate to touch her, to pull her closer. He hesitated, somehow hoping to keep her attention away from what was actually happening, afraid that touching her would somehow make her realize what she was doing, that it would jog her back into reality and she would pull away. He thought he would die from anguish if she pulled away. However, when her hand reached up to tangle in his hair, his actions were beyond his control. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her towards him and running his hands down her arms and up her back, across the back of her neck, tangling them in her hair, touching any part of her he could reach.

Their kisses became frantic and sloppy. He vaguely thought of Connor Hayes eating that poor Becky’s face, until he realized that Lily was pulling him against her just as much as he was pulling her to him; then he stopped thinking. When Lily, unsatisfied with the distance between them, moved to straddle his waist and wrap her arms around his neck, Severus’ involuntarily let out a low moan. He placed his hands under her sweater on the small of her back, reveling in the velvety warmth of her skin.

In the seconds it took him to process that he was harder than he had ever been in his life and that in that position Lily was bound to feel it, he heard her gasp and her eyes flew open, flicking down to his lap as she pulled away.

“Lily! I’m so, so sorry, Lily. I – I,” Severus stammered.

She placed a finger on his lips silencing him. “Did I, that is, is that – is that from me?” she squeaked out.

“Well... yeah.”

“Oh,” she said, a look of amazement on her face.

Severus was unable to bear the silence that followed. “Look Lily, I’m sorry, but it’s not like I can control it or anything, you know, and you – ”

“You don’t have to apologize Sev,” she interrupted. “I was just... surprised, that’s all.” She leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes, apparently gathering her courage for what she would say next.

“Can I see it?”

He stared at her blankly.

“I mean, were friends aren’t we? And I’ve never... seen one, you know, for real – obviously. I don’t mean to – I just thought since we’re doing this...” Lily trailed off.

“I’m not a Potions experiment Lily,” he replied softly. The thought of Lily seeing him like that was simultaneously horrifying and erotic, but the realization that this was all curiosity on her part and not love was almost more than he could bear. He turned away, unable to look at her.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” she said apologetically. “Oh Sev, I didn’t mean it like that at all. Do you think I kissed you as an experiment? I didn’t. And I didn’t kiss you just because I hadn’t snogged anyone either. I did it, I don’t know, because I wanted to, because it’s Christmas, because you cheered me up, you always do, because you make me feel good about myself. You always remember your first kiss Sev and I wanted mine to be with you because you’re my friend and because I trust you. I’m sorry I put it badly.”

The word friend stung in his ears, but he didn’t care. That Lily felt the way she did was more than enough and maybe one day she could love him the way he loved her. He could wait. “Ok,” he said.

“Hmm?”

“Ok. You can see it,” Severus said, placing a small kiss on her nose to avoid looking in her eyes.

She swung her leg off his lap as he fumbled with his belt and the buttons of his trousers. Gritting his teeth, he pulled them down to his knees, painfully aware of his skinny legs and sallow skin. He had softened a little during their conversation, but his erection was still hard and red between his legs. Feeling as though he was going to be sick, he turned his face towards Lily.

She was kneeling beside him, nibbling her lips uncertainly and Severus was unprepared when she reached out, tentatively wrapping her fingers around his shaft. Instinctively he hissed at the contact, his hips bucking into her hand.

“I’m sorry!” Lily gasped, pulling her hand back as though she’d been burned. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he managed to gasp. “No, you definitely didn’t hurt me,” he said, lying back against the couch with his eyes closed, trying to control his breathing.

He heard her giggle softly before once again gripping him softly. Severus tried and failed to stifle a groan. “It so... smooth,” she said, with an air of one commenting on something as normal as the weather. “Hard and soft at the same time.”

When she began moving her hand slowly, Severus thought he would die. He opened his eyes and lifted his head slightly. He wanted to watch her, watch Lily Evans stroke him. He wanted it emblazoned on his memory forever, so that later, when reality decided to return from its apparent holiday, he would be able to replay this moment in his mind.

Cautiously, Lily spread the leaking pre-cum around the head with her thumb. Then, before he could process what she was doing, she lifted her thumb to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste him.

“Lily!” he gasped in shock and arousal.

“What?” she replied indignantly. “People do that you know, use their mouths. I just wanted to see what it tastes like.”

“I know. It’s just...”

But Severus couldn’t finish; he didn’t know what it was. Instead, he decided to stop trying to process what it was, what was happening, because his head felt like it was going to explode with the effort. He didn’t care anymore what was happening, or why, or what it meant. He only cared that it was happening.

He turned towards her, the movement awkward with his trousers around his knees. His hanging sentence had left Lily looking fearful. Capturing her lips with his own, he kissed her gently, his tongue moving slowly against hers, hoping to set her at ease.

Lying back against the arm of the couch, he pulled Lily on top of him. Emboldened by Lily’s responses to his kisses, and perhaps by the fact that his trousers were now almost at his ankles, his hand slowly moved up her side under her sweater, stopping only when his fingers brushed the silky curve of the underside of her breast.

Instantly she gasped into his mouth and tensed in his arms.

“Sorry – “ he began.

“No, it’s alright,” she said, sitting back up and reaching for the hem of her sweater. “Fair is fair right? You showed me yours...”

“No, Lily – ” Severus started, reaching out in an attempt to stop her.

With a small smirk, she pulled the sweater over her head in one swift motion. But she didn’t stop. Moving to stand beside the couch, her perfect breasts swaying with her movements, Lily reached for the tie on her bottoms and Severus watched in awe as they dropped from her waist to pool at her feet.

Unable to take his eyes away from the sight of Lily standing before him in only her knickers and socks, Severus rose slowly from the couch, kicking his trousers the rest of the way off as he moved. Standing in front of her, taking a steadying breath, he too pulled his shirt over his head. Letting it drop to the floor, he stood facing her wearing only her father’s woolen socks.

Neither moved as minutes passed in silence. Severus stood there listening to the sounds of the crackling fire, letting his eyes roam over Lily’s naked body, conscious of the movement of her green eyes as she did the same.

Severus didn’t want to break the stillness of the moment, but he found himself unable to look at Lily any longer without touching her. Taking two steps towards her to close the distance, Severus began to explore her with his hands as he had with his eyes.

Pushing her hair out of the way, Severus gently traced her collarbone with a finger, smiling when she shivered under his touch and admiring the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing. He traced his way down her arm and back up, moving his hands behind her to outline her shoulder blade. Gently he leaned down to dust her shoulders with kisses as his hands moved to trace her breasts and play with her nipples’ hardened peaks.

Lily gasped and pushed her chest against his hands and he let his mouth trail down. Her hands, still at her sides, clenched and moved to tangle in his hair. Letting Lily be his guide, Severus kissed his way to the center of her breast, sucking the small bud at its center into his mouth and swirling with his tongue.

She trembled beneath his touch as he moved lower, kissing his way down her firm, smooth stomach. Kneeling before her he found his lips brushing against the band of her pink and yellow striped knickers.

Severus hesitated, pulling away and producing small sounds of protest from Lily at the loss of contact. Looking up at her he felt his stomach contract in fear. What if they had gone to far? What if they were never able to look at each other again?

“Lily?” he asked, hoping she would understand the question, needing reassurance.

In response, Lily guided his hands to her kickers, pushing his fingers below the waistband. “Do it.”

Severus thought he might explode. Placing a wet kiss on her hip, he slid her kickers down her legs, holding up a hand to balance her as she stepped out of them. Still kneeling in front of her, Severus was eye level with the auburn curls hiding her sex from view. Remembering what Lily said, about people using their mouths, his stomach clenched. He wondered what she tasted like, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her there and instead stood up to look in her eyes.

“It’s cold,” Lily said, taking his hand and leading them to the couch.

He didn’t know what she was talking about, he certainly wasn’t cold; he felt like his skin might burst into flames at any moment. Still, he lay beside her, throwing the blanket over the both of them.

The couch was deep, but maneuvering was still awkward, as they laid side by side exchanging chaste, nervous kisses. From under the blanket came the mingled smell of sweat, sex and Lily and Severus marveled at the closeness of their naked bodies.

“Doesn’t it ever go down?” Lily asked, her fingers gently playing up and down the length of his shaft.

“No, I’m stuck like this forever. Hope you’re happy,” he answered sarcastically.

“Oh, you know what I mean. Does it look different?”

“God, Lily. I don’t know. Yes. I’m usually not paying much attention to what it looks like. I just get it over with. It’s not like we have a lot of privacy back at school.”

“Do you – do you do that a lot?” she questioned, speaking to his chest.

“Do you do it?” he countered.

“Stop avoiding my questions Severus,” Lily responded sternly, looking him in the eyes.

“I guess. I don’t know, how much is ‘a lot?’ I do it, ok?”

“Me too, sometimes.”

“You do!?” he exclaimed, shocked, his mind rapidly inventing images of a wanking Lily.

“Why is that so surprising?” came the indignant response.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t think girls did that kind of thing.”

“Maybe they don’t,” Lily said uneasily. “Maybe I am a freak.”

“You are not a freak,” he reassured her, stroking her hair.

“Would you show me?”

“Show you?”

Lily let out an exasperated sigh. “Show me, you know, what you do when you... do it.”

“Fine,” he replied, unsure of how many more of Lily’s little show-and-tells he could stand in one night. “But only if you show me.”

“Fine,” she said, rising to the challenge.

Severus’ mouth went dry. He hadn’t actually expected her to agree. A quick, silent wank in his four-poster before bed or in the shower before dinner was much different than doing it in front of Lily. He couldn’t possibly wank in front of Lily Evans, could he? Though, he supposed, he was thinking of Lily when he did it anyway, at least this time he wouldn’t have to make anything up.

Silently Lily moved to the opposite end of the couch, where she sat watching him, her arms wrapped around her legs and her knees under her chin. “Well, go on,” she said impatiently.

Nervously, Severus grasped himself and began stroking. Across the couch, Lily, never taking her eyes of him, leaned back and parted her legs as one hand drifted down between them.

Watching Lily wank surprised him. Though one hand always stayed between her legs, she didn’t just touch herself there; she was touching herself everywhere. Her hands ran along her neck, across her breasts and up her thighs, each touch eliciting a quiet gasp or moan.

The whole night had been almost more than Severus could bare and his thrusts quickly became erratic and desperate. Leaning against the back of the couch for support, with a final thrust, Severus’ world imploded. The room around him slid out of focus, and then there was only Lily. Lily bathed in the glow from the fire, skin flushed with her arousal, her legs parted for him. He collapsed on the couch, shaking and exhausted.

“That was quick,” Lily said, stopping her ministrations.

“I didn’t know I was being timed,” he responded, petulantly, his face reddening. “How long does it take you?”

“I don’t know. It depends on how much time I have I suppose. I mean, there isn’t any... big finish or anything,” she said, glancing at the sticky whiteness spilled across his hand.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he said, shocking himself with his bluntness.

“No. At least I don’t think so.”

Severus paused. “Then keep going,” he whispered.

He had thought she would refuse, but to his surprise her hand snaked down between her legs, parting her perfect pink folds once again.

Though spent, he felt himself twitching to life again watching Lily in front of him, her legs spread wide, one hand reaching across her belly to pinch her nipple. Severus began to slowly stroke himself again, unable to tear his eyes away from Lily’s pink center, glistening with her moisture. He groaned as she entered herself with a finger, letting out a small whimper and leaning her head back.

His hand began to move faster, trying to time himself with Lily’s thrusts. “Finish Lily,” he whispered and her eyes opened to meet his. “Come for me Lily. I want to see it. Come for me. Please Lily.”

Lily added a second finger, her arousal running down her legs. Finally, she let out a strangled moan, her knees quivering as her hands slowed their movements. Severus came seconds after, with the image of Lily’s face as she came undone burned into his retina.

Without thinking what he was doing, Severus moved to hover over her, dragging a finger up her thigh and into her wet heat as went. Lily whimpered at the contact, but before she could do more than stare at him in shock he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked her from his finger.

“Severus!” she gasped.

“What?” he countered in mock indignation. “People do that you know, use their mouths. I just wanted to see what you tasted like.”
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Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas