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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 54

�Severus, Mishto hom me dikava tute.� ( I am glad to see you.) Paula said as she half ran to the dark figure approaching her camp.

�Av akai amande. (come here to me) How did you find me?�
His eyes closed when her arms enveloped him, savouring her softness, her willingness to accept him.

�Riley showed me several days ago, he sneaks into Hagrids stables of an evening.�
Paula turned a scowl on Riley, who in turn gave her a haughty stare. �Traitor.� She hissed at him. �How is the balormengro?�
�The what?�
�Hagrid. The hairy fellow.� She added in a whisper.
�I have not seen him since the school was taken over.� He smiled inwardly at her description of the groundskeeper. �I had not realised how much I � missed all of this.� Severus said as his eyes roamed the inside of Paula�s wagon.
�You missed my vurdon?� She asked reproachfully.
�Amongst other things, yes.�
�And what other things might they be?�

�Oh, your tea for one, and your cognac of course.� He smirked at the frown lines appearing on her brow, the pout of her lips.
�Maybe you miss my Rooko-mengro also.� She said sulkily.
His eyes narrowed and he stepped up behind her, winding his arms round her waist. He placed his lips next to her ear when he spoke again. �I still owe you for the squirrel. Do not for one moment think I will forget it. Mostly I miss you.�

Paula shivered when his lips brushed ever so softly against her ear, then slid to her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. �S-Severus, you must stop.�

�I don�t want to stop. I like what I am doing. Don�t you?�
Paula squirmed, trying to escape his grasp, but finding it difficult to muster any kind of will to do so. �It does not matter whether or not I - oh! like it, my - my promise to - ahh! My ��
�I spoke to him you know. The day you hid from me, the day you fed me squirrel. Albus gave me his consent.� Severus moved her hair away from her shoulder so he could place his lips on her nape. He smiled behind her when she shivered some more.
�You spoke to kak? But why did you not tell me? Why did he not� oooh.� Paula was finding it hard to concentrate on conversation, the strange sensations he was evoking in her were clouding her ability to think.
�He had other things on his mind, we all did. Right now however � Severus stopped kissing her, inhaled the scent of her hair and turned her in his arms, pressing her close to him as he continued his ministrations. �I have only you on my mind.�
She swallowed with difficulty, her mouth and throat suddenly too dry. She opened her mouth to speak and found she could not.
Severus took advantage of her parted lips and pressed his own against them, delving into her depths with his tongue.
Paula could resist no longer. Her tongue met with his, the two muscles wresting for dominance at first, then hers seemed to dance around his with fleeting, darting movements. Teasing, touching, flicking and swirling, sending Severus� senses into a frenzy.
He lowered one hand to her hip and held her against his throbbing member, letting it tell her of his need, his desire.
Paula�s mind tried desperately to deny what was happening, but her body had control and would not listen. Her knees weakened as her legs trembled. She seemed to quiver and quake as she clung to him tightly.
�Severus.� She whispered when his lips attached themselves to her collar bone.
Severus was past hearing, his own senses on overload. He knew he should stop, that he was forcing her to break the promise to her grandparents. But Circe he needed her. He needed her more than life itself at this moment. This was not what he came here for, yet somehow having her was now the centre of his universe. The hand he�d ravelled into her hair now slipped away over her shoulder, fingertips straying close to the swell of her breast. Her gasp egged him on and he brought both hands to her shoulders and looked at her.
�Paula, I � please.� He implored. His eyes closed as he waited for her response, unwilling to see into her eyes when she refused him.
Paula felt lost, empty when he stopped caressing her, kissing her. Her fogged mind slowly cleared as she comprehended what he was asking her to do.

She knew she should say no, knew how much it would have broken her grandmothers heart to know she was breaking her promise, but Paula had held fast to that promise for seventeen years. A promise made when she was just a child.

For all those years she�d not let a man touch her the way Severus did, keeping her few friendships platonic, affable, brotherly, sisterly type relationships that warranted no intimacy. Suddenly the promise was meaningless, her life would be barren without him.
When she stepped back, moving out of his reach, he inwardly slumped at the rejection. He wanted her so much, but he would not physically force her, though his body screamed for him to do so.

Opening his eyes to look at her one last time before saying goodbye forever, he was stunned to see her removing her blouse.
�Severus.� Paula�s voice was suddenly shy, husky and insecure. She did not meet his gaze, instead looking intently at a spot to the side of him.
He stared at her for a moment or two, unsure if what he saw what real, then his face softened when he saw her vulnerability. �Are you afraid?�
She nodded. �I am aladge. Kekkeno jinava mande ne burreder denne chavo of camo.�

He had no idea what she said, but clearly she was agitated. �Paula, what are you telling me? I cannot understand if you speak Romane.�

Lowering her eyes she repeated her words. �Severus, I am ashamed. For I know no more than a child when it comes to love. Physical love.�
His lips quirked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he took a step forward and pulled her to him. �There is no shame in being innocent Paula. In fact I consider it a great gift, an honour and a privilege, to be the one who will teach you. If you will allow it.�
She nodded and placed her hand in his. She knew the basics of what happened next, growing up amongst a tribe of hot blooded Romanies, it was impossible not to see and hear certain things. There was not a great deal of privacy to be had living in vurdons. Still it was not an act she had ever participated in and she was more than a little nervous. �I feel stupid.�

�Why?�

�Because I am afraid.�

�We do not have to � �
�I want to.�

�Are you sure?�
�Yes. I have waited too long.�
�I am glad you did.�
�And after, you will leave me?�

�I do not want to.�
�But you will.�
�I cannot stay here with you, you know that, nor can predict the outcome of this war, I do not expect to survive. If I do however, most likely I will be imprisoned and given the dementors kiss.�
�You will survive.�
�You don�t know that.�
Paula didn�t argue with him. �I still want to.�

His face, so anguished a moment ago, softened again. Her hand in his, so trusting, he moved closer, his eyes burning like hot coals.

TBC
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(It�s got rather naughty lemons in it if you�re interested.)
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