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Treading a Troubled Track	By : SnapesOnlyOne Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I lay awake, watching her peaceful form as she sleeps, her elfin soft hands rest against my chest.

I can't help but take in the gentle curve of her body, her breasts as I watch her chest softly rise and fall. I can feel her hot breath on me as it wafts against the crook of my neck, so I tip myself back to keep from touching her.

I feel her begin to stir and quickly close my eyes. I'm not quite ready for this discussion, I just want to lay here like this a little while longer, her delicate body pressed against mine.

I wake up feeling well rested and warm for a change, the cold dungeons usually cause me to wake up freezing and unwilling to drop my bare feet against the icy stone floor.

I move slightly and feel Severus' body up against mine, I suddenly remember where I am. and freeze for just a brief moment. I must have fallen asleep, and what's more shocking is he let me sleep here, in his bed and in his arms.

It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness of the windowless dungeons, I let my eyes sweep over him. Although laying against me, he through the night must have shifted back some, he lays half on his side and half on his back. His hair covers his eyes and his mouth is slightly open; the scars on his throat still a painful looking red and I have to resist the urge to reach out and stroke them.

I look down at his chest, following the trail of scars to his nipples hardened by the cold air and down to his pale hip, the blankets having slid down during the night and leaving him just barely covered. I feel again that pull in my core and wonder for a moment if I would get away with enough wriggling around to shed that sheet for a glimpse to what is underneath.

I grunt, "Morwyn, don't" eyes still closed hidden underneath my ebony locks. She squeaks in surprise, releasing the dark sheet from her tiny fingers as I push the hair from my face and fix her with a warning glance.

"If you continue, I will not be responsible for what may follow, and I assure you that you are not ready for that."

"I-I'm sorry, Severus. I didn't mean to fall asleep" she stumbles out, completely ignoring the situation that had just occurred.

"It's quite fine Morwyn, but I will give you only one warning that this will stay between us," he responds acerbically.

"Of course, Severus, I would never betray your trust in me," she responds, clearly jarred by my harsh tone. "I should go, I need to shower and change before classes," she whispers moving from the bed, slipping on her boots and grabbing her cloak.

I nod quietly while sitting up, grasping the blankets to my chest.

"And Severus… I - thank you."

I wait until the portrait clicks shut before slipping from the bed and into the shower, turning the cold water on it's highest setting, desperate for the painful throbbing to ease.

Another night like this and I may launch myself off the astronomy tower. She shouldn't become aware of how strong my lust for her really is, and was dangerously close to realizing the effect she has on me.

I climb into the shower letting the shockingly cold water wash over me and feel it instantly began to relieve the pressure; I lean my head against the wall, and can't help but ponder what in the the hell I am doing. The last thing she needs in her life is me, I look at the mess I've made of my own bloody life, and know she deserves so much more than the 'old dungeon bat'.

This clearly needs to stop.

All day through my classes I am distracted and irritable trying to figure out how to put an end to this, but for once, I can not think of a thing to say or do without pushing her over the edge.

She makes a point to avoid me at breakfast and lunch, and as well at dinner I realize there will be no difference towards me in regards to her attitude. I observe how she pushes her food around her plate, clearly distracted, not finishing her meal before excusing herself and I turn to complete my meal in silence.

I vault up in bed, again my nightmares plague me, and I lay in bed another hour, but my heart won't stop pounding and sleep won't take me.

I slip from my warm bed, pulling on my boots and cloak and against my better judgement, I find myself moving down the corridor to the portrait guarding his room which smirks and again allows me entrance without asking for a password.

After my eyes adjust I see Severus sleeping and I slowly approach the opposite side of the bed than he currently rests on.

As I look him over I realize that tonight he is sleeping in a dark pair of pajama bottoms that resemble muggle sweatpants.

I pause, remembering his earlier warning, then as my back straightens, 'courage' I tell myself, I unhook the silver clasp holding my cloak together and then drape it over the foot of the bed before sitting down gently and pulling off my boots.

I lift the sheet carefully, again pausing to check if he's still dozing and slide into the bed with him, moving myself up against him and give into what I'd been craving, I nuzzle my face into his chest somewhat startled that I haven't woken him.

I flinch slightly as his arm slips down and grabs the thick wool blanket and pulling it up over us, as he settles he slowly wraps his arms around me and waits for me to relax into him.

"Did I wake you?"

His sleep roughened voice grumbles, "No."

"You couldn't sleep either?" I squirm in his arms, laying my head back into the crook of his arms, forehead pressed to the hollow of his throat, remembering how comforted I was in this position before.

"Not… very well."

I whisper to him, "Are you upset that I'm here?" and am left with a long silence. "Severus? Are you asleep?"

"No, and I am not upset…" I listen to him breathe loudly in the quiet room "but we shouldn't be doing this Morwyn. You don't need me in your life... to borrow a beloved muggle word of my father's 'fucking' everything-"

I don't know what comes over me, but I go with what I feel driving me, gently pressing my lips to his, I cut him off.

For too long he's completely still and as I begin to pull back, realizing I may have made a huge mistake, suddenly his hand clasps the back of my head urging my head back to his, our lips gently touching again.. I feel his tongue caress the seam of my lips, tracing my lower lip and I groan at the heat it sends through my body, opening my mouth just enough for his tongue to plunder the warmth of my mouth. I lose myself in his kiss before our lack of air has him pulling away and I press my head back down against his chest, embarrassed.

I can feel his heart pounding as we lay in silence. It felt like a rejection, but I know not complete rejection.

Our kiss was one of the most intense things I have ever felt and I can still taste traces of him as I nervously suck on my bottom lip, biting it.

"That is more than enough for now Morwyn, go to sleep before I am forced to remove you from this bed"

I can't help but chuckle as I lay a soft kiss to his chest before curling further into him and closing my eyes, falling into a comfortable sleep.

I wake a few hours later to muffled cries coming from Severus.

I watch him for a moment after noticing he is clearly having a nightmare and debate if I should wake him or let him continue to sleep. I see his face contort in agony and he starts to thrash lightly as if in an invisible struggle and decide that it's time to wake him. I shake him gently with a few whispered words of comfort; before he bolts up in the bed, pulling his arm from beneath me with his wand in hand -I don't know when summoned- before seeming to realize where he is. I watch him scan the room before his eyes fall on me as I watch him in concern.

"It's ok Severus," I pet him, hoping he won't think I'm placating him "it's just me, it's just me here" I repeat, hoping I am soothing him, his next words assure me that I am not.

"I can see that" he snarls and I jump slightly.

He looks briefly guilty as he looks away, putting his wand back where I can't see and he settles back down into the bed.

"Do you want to talk?" I pause, unsure "You've listened... to me... "

"Morwyn…" He breathes out and I brace myself for what I hope is only a mild rejection, "I have dealt quite well on my own for many years. And will continue to deal just as fine as I have been."

I feel myself frowning, my ire beginning to rise with his continued antisocial behavior, and I feel the scoff pass before I can stop it, his hypocrisy is preposterous.

"But why continue when you aren't alone anymore Severus. That makes absolutely no sense."

"Perhaps one day Morwyn, but for now... kindly let me sleep, I have classes first thing in the morning. And we both need our rest."

He closes his eyes and stiffly opens his arm towards my side of the bed, inviting me back. Not wanting to argue, I settle back, carefully snuggling into his chest and feeling his arm curl around me. Within moments he has fallen asleep again and I nestle into him more, giving in to the tiredness that it threatening me.

In the morning I wake before him and slip out of his chambers and make my way back to my private rooms to grab a shower before classes. I really ought to start bringing a change of clothes when I sleep over if it's to become a regular thing so that I can just shower there.

I let the warm water wash over me. My thoughts take me back to our passionate embrace and I can't believe I kissed him, and what's even more shocking is that he kissed me back. To know that he wants me as much as I want him is a heady feeling.

I can feel it coursing through me, our building lust.

I step from the shower, waving my wand to dress quickly and head off to the first class of the day.

There's nothing quite like double potions with the Slytherin/Gryffindor lot to wake you up in the morning. By the time lunch falls there have been two explosions and an all out brawl. I summon Severus, who shows up moments later with Minerva in tow.

"This, headmistress, is why I said she needs to have disciplinary responsibility over her students. I do not have the time to stop everything every single time there is a disagreement in her class." He growls irritably.

"Severus, it was a precaution that needed to be taken"

As he is storming out of the room, he grumbles,

"And it was, she has proven herself, now stop disturbing my classes and let her be responsible for her own!"

The headmistress looks at me defeated and reluctantly grants me the right to discipline my students as I see fit.

After careful deliberation I dock house points and send them off with a last warning about their continual fighting and start to prepare for my afternoon classes.

My afternoon luckily goes off without so much of a disturbance, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw being much easier to deal with and at the end of the evening I finally find myself at the dinner table.

I observe Severus from the corner of my eye, taking in his long fine fingers as he picks up his goblet of pumpkin juice and lifts it to his slim, pale lips taking a small sip and lowering his drink back to the table.. His eyes cut to mine suddenly and I look away quickly, making myself busy with the rest of my dinner.

I stalk to my chambers, eyeing the chunky ginger maiden -whom I've never been able to remove thanks to Albus- guarding my chambers, peering at her coy smile. "Listen chit, NO one is to enter this room without my express permission. Do you understand?"

I may not be able to get rid of her portrait, but I could blast her from it for a while, which I've been assured can smart. I see her frown and then nod reluctantly.

And now as I lay here without Morwyn, I regret having told the portrait to turn her away, I get out of bed and move to my doorway to ask her how long ago Morwyn came, she must have come to me again, she can't sleep soundly without me, and I must admit that I am faring no better.

My confusion persists as the annoying chit lets me know that Morwyn has not come by at all tonight. So with my wand clasped tightly, I make my way to her chambers, not needing a password as the castle still recognizes me a past headmaster, I slip into her room, quietly shutting the door and warding it behind me.

As I'd changed my wards to admit Severus only, I was alerted only slightly through the bond I have with my familiar -a kneazle, Cygnus- sitting on it's cushion peering at Severus. I can view through his eyes as Severus glances at him and then disregards him, my familiar agreeing as he hops off his cushion and leaves the room. I open my eyes and turn towards him, sighing as I take in the sight of Severus, in his robes, covering his strong body, a barrier I hope to be broken when they are removed.

Which he does, unclasping them and discarding them on the seat that Cygnus just vacated, he makes his way to me, dressed down in form fitting shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination. I know I should be more frightened. His face leaves no question as to sleep being the least of his thoughts. I swallow hard and take a breath, wonderingly, as to what had changed since last night. And I don't care anymore. I push my sheets about my waist, showing that I am wearing no more than a black gossamer like chemise, I know he can see the swell of my breast and my nipples peak in anticipation as my breathing labors.

He is before and kneeling over me in the next breath, and I can't keep from touching. I surge up and grab a fistful of hair and pull him down and onto me, he slips perfectly between my thighs as my hips cradle his lithe form. I feel powerful, fear far from my mind. I chose this, I chose him.

I want him.

Instead of scaring me into hysterics, the hard ridge of his cock, as he rocks into me it makes my thighs tremble, I arch, pressing my breasts into his chest, aching, I can't help but whimper.

His honey whiskey rough voice purrs, "I've got you Morwyn" He hisses "so hot," his lips slide over my jaw, nipping, down along my neck, sucking, sliding his hand up along my waist and over my arm, I feel him pull my strap down over my shoulder, kissing, his molten tongue slides along over my clavicle and to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth, he rolls it between his teeth before sucking.

My hands find their way to his shorts, pushing them down as I cup his firm backside, and bringing him closer to my core, wanting him inside of me. My desperation showing, as he shimmies his hips, taking his last stitch of clothing off, nothing between us.

The length of him slides hot between the lips of my sex, the ridge, under, I can feel the outline of him, the head catching on my clit and causing me to buck and cry out.

His hands find my hips and slide to my thighs, hitching them up higher on his waist, my chest bare to him, he cradles my head now in his hands, leaving no inch of me untouched and feel like I can't breathe, this is a feeling I've never experienced and I don't want it to end, don't want to take my mouth from his, I don't need breath, I just want him.

He is repeating my name over and over again, I hear him, as if from a distance tell me that it will hurt for only a moment and I realize that this, this is my first time. My true first time.

And I clench my fingers into his shoulders, sweeping my hands down his back and again to his shoulder blades and feel the head of him enter me and his groan shakes me, deep, I feel it where we are finally connected. And he pushes forward till he is fully seated inside me.

I wasn't aware I had tears on my cheeks, till he brushed them away as he pulled out and entered me again, rocking my body against the sheets. I feel him driving into me, and my mouth opens in a silent scream as his fingers find my clit and he begins moving faster, thrusting deeper and harder and my mind goes completely blank. All I can feel is the slick slide of him inside and out and all around me, his mouth on mine, one hand wrapped in my hair and the other manipulating my body, turning me inside out. When his lips leave mine, his silken hair eases around my face like a curtain as he grunts into the pillow underneath my head, pounding into me, there are no other words, he is putting the sweet force of his strength into me, driving me up the mattress, his hand curves over the top of my head to keep me from hitting the headboard, with a final brush of his finger and one more thrust, my body explodes and I cry out his name, body rigid before I feel myself go limp. Two, then three more thrusts and he draws in a deep breath, whimpering out my name, his hips still and I feel him empty himself deep inside of me, collapsing on top of me. And before he can shift his weight off of me, I hold him tight to me, deep inside of me, I feel him soften there.

I love the weight of his body on mine, so I clench my thighs around his hips, and hug him to me, not wanting to let him go, not wanting this to end, how perfect he fits inside of me.

He turns us to our sides, still inside of me, I never thought he could be so tender, as he praises me, tells me how wonderful I felt, how good I feel, kissing all over my face, he pulls my face into the curve of his neck and it's there, I feel myself drift to sleep. Peaceful, sated, completely satisfied, safe.

As I watch her slip into sleep, her body scorching mine deliciously, I can't help but wonder what made her give herself to me. My eyes roll at the saccharin path my mind is certain to travel down. But in this moment I can't find it in myself to care. And I hope, really can't help but have hope that she won't wake up to regret this.

She feels too good to me, all the meaningless one offs I'd had over the years pale in comparison to this, to her…

I, am unwilling to let her go, not now that I've felt her, tasted her, been inside of her. This feeling of possession I know she wouldn't like, independent as she is, but I've left my mark on her, literally and figuratively.

I will myself to stay inside of her, my male ego satisfied that my own girth keeps me from slipping out even as I soften, my hips twitch as I think about how she felt coming apart in my arms, and I feel myself begin to harden again. Averse to ever go forward without her permission, I nudge along her jaw, scenting her, putting everything in these moments with her to memory for the lonely nights when she finally has tired of an old man. I feel her grin as she presses her lips against my skin, pressing a kiss to my throat, I roll onto my back, pulling her with me and ontop of me, without breaking contact, still inside of her, she clenches tightly around me, and I groan "Ride me Morwyn, yes like that, swivel your hips" I let my hands gently guide her, running my hands up over her soft hips to the dip at her waist and back down to her outer thighs, gliding back up and gripping the luscious flesh of her hips again.

I let her take control, I squint up at her, lust blinding me to everything but her, her full breasts sway as she moves over me, her hands braced on my chest as she pushes back and grinds down on me. I tell her how amazing she feels, how I love being inside her, need to always feel her, "Don't stop Morwyn, you feel so fucking good." I sit up and trace the sweat sliding between her breasts, moving my tongue over her skin and take her nipple into my mouth, bowing her backwards, with my arms locked in the middle of her back to secure her, I feel her hair brush my forearms as she steadies herself with a hand behind her on my knee, her free hand digging half moons into my pectorals. As her orgasm builds, which I can feel of the fluttering inside her, her movements become even more exquisite as she loses control, grinding harder, my voice one continuous growl of yes and fuck and Morwyn and after slamming herself down onto my one last time, her body goes completely ironclad in the circle of my arms, crying out my name and moaning, sobbing her completion, then going limp.

A whispered kiss set to my shoulder so sweetly, and I flip her out onto her back, riding her hard, putting my back into it, the squelch of her heat and my next thrust causes her to convulse and come again, gushing.

Which is what I'd been waiting for, for Morwyn to climax again, to get her pleasure, before I let myself go, releasing deep inside of her.

My last thoughts as I settle down next to her sleeping form after I've cleaned her up and covered us up… is that I didn't ask her about prevention. My excuse in hoping that she takes care of herself, was a dunderheaded Hufflepuff thought process, but I let myself forget it as I held on tight to her, letting those thoughts leave my mind, as another comes to mind.

If she wasn't expecting this and didn't take the proper precautions, and I know I in years needed to concern myself as most sexually active witches take a potion but as Morwyn has never had a sexual relationship like this, then that means this may result in a child.

And some part of me that I'd not ever explored, came to the realization that a child would mean that I could get to keep her. And my Slytherin mind would not let go of that thought, that to do whatever it took to be sure she wouldn't be able to walk away from me in the end.
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