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Eye of the Beholder	By : BlueSchmoo Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 34. Awakenings

She sat on the edge of Snape�s large, marble bathtub, watching him as he ran the water. He reached up into a small cabinet and searching through the vials, he selected and pulled one out. Uncorking the tiny stopper, he added a few drops to the running water, and within seconds, the subtle scent of pine needles, oil of wintergreen and something else very earthy filled the air. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"I am afraid I don�t usually have female visitors to my tub," he said as he swished the hot water around with his hand. "This scent is probably the most relaxing, and the least masculine from my collection." He went back to his job of dispersing the oils around the water. To her surprise, they started to foam and bubble. A slow smile spread across her face at the thought of Snape having a collection of bubble bath scents. It made him more human to her, realizing he also needed time to relax and unwind from the world.

Sasha was surprised that there was such a comfortable ease between the two of them now. There is nothing like a gruesome Dark Revel to break the ice, eh, she thought, laughing to herself. In many ways she liked the way Snape took care of her. It was the small things he did, like running the bath water, and choosing the scent for her that made the difference. And after the night she just experienced, she could use a little TLC.

Snape shut off the water, and stood, reaching for a large, dark green, bath towel. He carefully folded, then lay it at one end of the Roman tub, so it would not get wet. He turned to look down at her, still perched on the tub�s edge. He reached out and with the back of his hand, he gently caressed the skin along her good cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into it, inhaling the wonderful bath fragrance that clung to his fingers.

He moved his hand, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I will be just outside in the bedroom if you need me," he said quietly as he turned to go, closing the door behind him, but leaving it open just a sliver. She watched him leave, and for a moment, just the sight of him made her heart leap in her chest. He was so tall, with the darkest features, but the palest skin; the contrast enhanced the way his eyes seemed to pierce you as he gazed out from behind his raven hair. His movements were elegant and graceful, but completely unconscious. There was no artificial flamboyance about him. His cold, reserved manner belied the passion and incredible depth of feeling he was capable of. She knew then and there that she loved him more than ever, and she knew, just knew, that he had finally begun to return her love.

Feeling suddenly very alone and vulnerable in the cold room, Sasha quickly undressed, hastily folding her soiled clothing and setting them on the ground. She stepped into the tub and felt the scorching heat envelop her tired limbs. It took a moment to ease her way into the hot water, but once she was submerged, surrounded by luxurious bubbles and the unusual scent, she did start to relax. She lay her head back against the edge of the tub and closed her eyes.

Unbidden, images of the evening flashed through her mind. Lucius opening the vial and drinking the potion, then his eyes blazing with a terrible hatred as he began to feel the change overtake him. Snape staring at her when he thought she was Lucius. She felt almost a physical impact from his loathing and disgust, obvious in those black, depthless eyes. Images of her body strapped to the stone slab, her face cut open and Avery sadistically slicing away.

She sat up in the tub, looking around and shaking in fear at the flashes of memories. Once again, she had that horrible premonition that Lucius knew what they had done, and was coming after her. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep herself together.

"Severus!" she yelled, letting go, and clinging onto the edge of the tub. She waited. No answer. He said he would be in the next room, and he was not there. This was not good. She felt her stomach knot in fear.

"Severus!" she yelled again, the panic in her still raw voice raising the pitch. She had an overwhelming feeling of doom come over her.

She started to tremble at her fears overwhelmed her. "SEVERUS!!" she screamed, kicking back in the tub, her body curling into a protective ball.

The heavy door flew open, banging against the back wall as Snape ran in, his wand outstretched in front of him. His face was set in stone, and his teeth were clenched together. One quick assessment of the room revealed her to be OK, curled up in a ball near the back of thb. b. He carefully walked in, his wand still out, looking for someone or something that could cause such panic in her voice. Satisfied nothing was there, he tucked the wand back up his sleeve, and turned to Sasha.

"What is wrong Sasha?" he asked carefully, keeping his voice calm. "Was someone here?"

She looked up at him, and relief flooded over her. "No. No, I�m all right," she said, the immediate feelings of panic and doom leaving her at the sight of him. Her heart was still pounding away, but she was slowly getting her wits back about her.

"I called out for you, but there was no answer. I thought you were in the next room, and that if you were not there, then maybe, Lucius..." she could not finish the sentence, and Snape nodded his head in understanding.

Her hand was still curled over the edge of the tub, so he reached out and covered it with his own. He brought his head lower to peer into her frightened gray eyes. He realized she just had some sort of panic attack, but it was now over, and she would be all right.

"I was just checking the doors, Sasha. All of them," he said in reassurance. "That is why I did not hear you right away. The classroom door is locked and warded, and the office door is locked and warded. The fireplaces in both the lab and the office have been checked, and Dumbledore had disconnected the floo connection. Even the Head Master cannot appear there until I tell him it would be OK to do so. The door to the lab is shut and charmed if anyone tries to get into or out of there. If you will allow me to leave for another minute, I will finish setting the charms on the door to my bedroom and make sure the fireplace there is also disconnected to the floo network. Then, I will come right back." He looked at her with just a hint of a smile. He was relieved she was all right, and actually was endeared by her cried for help. What was important was that she was calling him, that she needed him.

Sasha looked away, embarrassed now at her childish display of need. She felt foolish for letting her fears get away from her, but was still secretly relieved that he had come running to make sure she was safe.

Once they realized that there was no intruder, and that Sasha was safe, both of them became painfully aware that she was sitting naked in Snape�s tub, holding hands. She was low enough, and the water high enough, that most of her modesty was preserved. Snape could not help but look down to where the rosy tip of one of her breasts peeked through the veil of bath foam. At the sight of such an innocent and unintentional display, a wave of desire flooded through him. Snape was not one to be aroused by crude and obvious displays of sexuality. In many ways it was Sasha�s innocence and inexperience that excited him. He looked forward to awakening in her the joys of intimacy; teaching her to satisfy his own desire for both pleasure and pain, and discovering her own needs.

Snape felt a slight tug in his groin, and thought he had better go before it became too obvious what he was thinking about. With a ragged breath, Snape stood to leave the room. At the doorway he paused, turning back to Sasha.

"I will be right back, I promise. Wait for me," he commanded in that controlled, emotionless voice that she knew and loved so well. Sasha had no idea what he meant by his last comment, but silently watched him as he left the room.

She was feeling much better, much safer, now that she saw Snape again. She reached for the dark-green wash cloth folded neatly over the faucet, and dunking it in the hot water, she began to scrub her body and neck. It felt good - like she was removing all of the contamination from the evil she was exposed to that evening. She had lathered up the cloth and was busy scrubbing her face when she felt someone step into the tub behind her, and ease themselves down. She had not heard anyone enter the bathroom, and she froze, the cloth still covering her face.

Sasha heard something splash into the water, and then she felt a soft cloth slowly rubbing along her back and neck, followed by the gentlest of nips and kisses. She turned her head to the side to see Snape�s long black strands draped across her shoulder as he continued his trail of kisses up along her neck. A smile played around her lips as she felt his strong arms wrap themselves around her. She finished rinsing her face, and allowed herself to be pulled back against his chest.

The bathtub was deliciously wide enough to accommodate both of them comfortably. Where his legs were pressed up against hers, she felt the soft tickling of his hairs against her own smooth skin. She felt the hardness of his masculinity pressed against the small of her back, and the knowledge that she was the cause of his desire made her feel powerful, and very wicked.

His hands ran up from beneath the surface and along her arms, the water and soap making them slide easily. He grasped her shoulders and held her body tightly against his as his hips thrust forward, making her feel his insistent erection. She gasped at the feeling of wanton desire that washed over her. She made to turn herself in the tub so that she would be facing Snape, but he stopped her. He wanted to control every aspect of this encounter. He wanted her to recognize his desire for her, but also he wanted to please her. His time to receive pleasure would come later, he would make sure of that.

Snape kept one arm around her so she could not move, while the other reached out and grabbed the bar of soap from the dish beside the tub. He began by lathering her chest above her breasts, letting her feel what it is like having someone else bath you. She relaxed, and let her hands fall into the water, resting on Snape�s thighs. She delicately traced tiny circles there, and the subtle touches increased his overall sensitivity.

Snape moved his hand down her body, the soap-suds letting it glide across her breasts and graze her nipples. She inhaled sharply at the pleasure he was causing her, and her back arched towards his hands, allowing him freer access. Snape chuckled at her involuntary response, and kept his hands moving, never giving her the satisfaction of having them stay in one place for too long. He wanted to make her desires increase, and keeping her wanting was one way to do so.

Sasha turned her head to the side and felt Snape�s mouth come down to meet hers. They kissed long and deeply, and she could feel the hunger in his body. Snape kept kissing Sasha, and kept plucking at her nipples, then using the flat of his hand to chase the pain away with desire once again. She was getting very excited, and moaned out his name.

"Oh God Severus," she panted in the heat of the room. Her need made him smile in satisfaction.

"Again Sasha," he commanded firmly. "Say my name again. You know I like to hear that," he whispered in her ear. By now, both hands were touching her, playing with her breasts. Snape could feel her hands tightening around his legs, and knew he was raising her desires to a higher level.

She kept silent, even though it meant biting her lip from crying out his name. She wanted to tease him, just as he was teasing her.

"Come on Sasha," Snape insisted, "my name. Say it. Beg me with it. I need to hear that." She could hear the lust in his voice, and kept quiet on purpose.

"If that is how you want to play�" he said with a loving threat in his voice. His hands were busy tweaking and caressing her body, and were now roaming lower under the water. He reached out and with both hands, ran them slowly down the inside of her thighs, his thumbs intentionally grazing her most sensitive bud as it continued along her velvety crevice. He kept one hand between her thighs, and was slowly, gently teasing her the way he was with her breasts. A gentle caress followed by intentional, fast circles around that bud caused her body to react before her mind could stop it. However, whenever she thrust her hips forward to meet his hand, he would move it away. He continued this for a while, until she could stand it no more.

He fingers dug deeply into the flesh of his thigh, and she squirmed against his throbbing erection, trying to find some sort of release from this delicious torture.

"Please, Severus, please! Don�t stop. Yes, that is what I want! More! Please!" Her moans of desire, and the fact that she relented, and begged for him, excited Snape to no end. It was like a drug to him, and right now, he could not get enough.

"Oh you will get more, Sasha, trust me," he replied confidently. "But first, tell me again what it is you want," he demanded in her ear. "Be specific." Her wiggling against him was almost too much to take in combination with Sasha�s moans of passion. He rewarded her compliance with his very skilled hands, touching and caressing her.

Summoning up all of her concentration, Sasha pulled away from Snape and turned in the tub to face him. She was straddled over his thighs, panting in her want and need. Her breasts came to about eye height on Snape and were but inches from his face. She could see the intense look of want come over him as he stared at her nipples, his mouth parting slightly in anticipation of feeling their pert smoothness in his mouth. His eyes closed as he tried to get his raging desires under control.

"I think it is time you told me what you like, Severus," she said seriously while staring intently at him. She rose out of the bath, and stepping down onto the stone floor, she pulled the towel around her. She turned to see Snape rising up, and she had her first real look at him in total nakedness.

He was beautiful in her eyes. She did not think him old, or ugly, and she was not shocked at the sight of his manhood standing straight up. Snape was not shy about his body, and stood there letting most of the water drip off him before he stepped out. She opened her towel and he went to her, feeling the towel reach around his back. She started to pat him dry but he just stood there, looking down at her, not moving.

Sasha looked up at him. They stared at each other for the longest time before Snape reached out and lifted her by the waist, holding her close to his body. She naturally wrapped her legs around his waist. He let the towel fall unnoticed onto the floor as he turned, and walked out towards the bed.

Reaching it, he gently lay her down, and followed her there. They were warmed by the fire crackling away beside them. They stared into each other�s eyes, feeling the total nakedness of the other person. Sasha rolled him over, to lay on top of him.

"I meant what I said back there. I really do want you to show me what you like," she said with sincerity. "I can�t say that I will be perfect, but I can try. I want to feel you all over, Severus. And I want you to feel me."

He looked at her, his dark eyes unreadable in the semi-darkness.

"All right, Sasha. But you will have to let me know the second you are not comfortable with anything you do, or that I do to you. Do you understand?" he asked quietly.

She smiled at him and replied. "If those are your rules, then I accept. However, you will have to let me know exactly what it is that I am doing right, of I won�t know to stop and move on. Do I make myself clear, Severus?" she replied. Snape smiled as his previous words were flung back into his face.

Snape laughed a genuine laugh. It was good to meet someone with as much intelligence as she had, and enough courage to tease him with his own words. That was one of the things I love most about her, he thought. The realisation that he just admitted his feeling for her, to himself, brought him up short. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he remembered Dumbledore saying something to the effect that Snape would find Sasha and interesting person to spend time with. How right he was.

Sasha missed the look of wonder cross Snape�s face, as she was busy kissing a trail down his chest. Her hands found his erection, and she softly started to stroke it with her hand, getting him as hard as he was while they were in the bath. Snape closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the slow, sensual rhythm of her hand. He was caught off guard when he felt a warm, liquid heat engulf him. Sasha was taking him into her mouth, and was slowly investigating him with her tongue. The feeling was exquisite.

Snape gasped out his pleasure. "Sasha, you don�t have to do that if you don�t want to," he said between breaths. Her innocent touches were driving him wild with excitement. He wanted to grab her hair in both hands and feel her head bobbing at his loins.

She stopped for a moment and looked up at him. "Maybe I want to," she teased, engulfing him once more into her soft, velvety mouth. Snape let himself go and concentrated on her lips and tongue working along his shaft.

"Gently, Sasha. Take just the tip and suck it very gently," he told her. She obeyed to the letter, and he could feel the mounting pressures inside him. He was on the verge of losing control when he rolled away from her, breathing hard in his excitement.

"Sasha, I can�t hold back much longer. Either we will have to stop for a bit, or else I will come." Hearing him admit how close he was to finding release was almost too much for Sasha.

"Then take me, Severus," she said. "I want to feel you inside of me. Please," she begged. Barely under control of his own emotions, Snape looked over at Sasha and saw that she was just as excited as he was.

"Are you sure you want this? After all you have been through tonight?" he asked pointedly.

She looked up at him, and in reply, she took his hand and pulled him back on top of her.

"Yes. This is what I want. With you, Severus."

He held her tightly, and kissed her for a long time. "You are aware that it may hurt, but that this will be the only time?" he asked carefully.

She smiled back at him. "Severus. I have overheard many of the Ravenclaws talk about this before. I know exactly what I am getting myself into," she replied.

That was all he wanted to know. Again, he slowly kissed her, feeling her tongue fight his, and his erection brush against her inner thighs. He brought his hand town to touch her between the legs and found her very wet with desire. She pulled away from him, and looked up into his eyes.

"That is what you do to me, Severus Snape," she said in all seriousness. It was all her could do not to come at her very words.

Snape rolled over and positioned himself between her legs. He brought himself forward until he could feel her wet warmth against the tip of his throbbing manhood. Slowly, in very subtle thrusts, he moved forward feeling her sheathing him. Inch by inch he pushed deeper into her, and was rewarded by her increasing groans of excitement. He was trying to be very gentle with her, so as not to hurt her any more than he had to. It was Sasha who surprised him.

"Later, Severus," she moaned, pressing herself closer to him. "Be gentle later," she begged.

At her words, Snape lost all control. He thrust forward only feeling the slightest of resistance before pausing to see her reaction. She had grabbed his hips and was urging him deeper inside her. He needed no other encouragement. Snape thrust again and again, keeping up a steady rhythm until once again, he felt himself on the verge of coming.

"Sasha, I can�t hold back," he moaned out.

"Go," she said, encouraging him. "I want to feel you and watch you," she replied wantonly.

Snape closed his eyes and with a last groan of pleasure, lost himself deep inside her. His pumping became erratic, until it finally ceased. He moved off to one side and lay there, his arms still entwined in hers.

They lay there, enjoying the moment and feeling each other�s heart beat slowly slow to normal. Snape pulled the covers over both of them, and curled himself around Sasha�s body.

"Are you ok?" he asked quietly, worried how this might have affected her.

She kissed him back in response. "More than OK," she replied. "It was everything I had hoped it would be."

Snape looked down at her, a look of surprise on his face.

"Oh really?" he asked, an incredulous tone mocking her response. "So I take it you had thought about this eventuality before now?" he teased.

He felt a pillow whiz by and thwack him on the head. Sasha was thankful he could not see the flush of embarrassment rush across her features in the dark.

"Go to sleep Severus," she said dryly, but he could hear the laughter in her voice.

They were silent for the longest time, before Sasha had enough nerve to voice her thoughts.

"I love you, Severus Snape," she said quietly in the dark.

There was a long, heavy pause, before he finally replied.

"I love you too, Sasha."
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