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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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FLASHPOINT

A very determined witch hauled Severus Snape by his wrist through the dwindling crowd, back into the Manor house, up the stairs, and practically tossed him into her room, slammed the door behind her, locking and warding it securely. Snape’s black eyes glittered dangerously at Natalie’s equally backlit blue eyes.

Before he could begin to rage at the witch, she cast a spell at him, causing him to stagger slightly from the force of the magic. “Roostey!”

Snape seethed indignantly at her treatment. She nailed him once more with a curse that picked up him up bodily and dumped him flat on his back, on the bed, unable to even twitch. Once more, he lay on her bed, stark naked, vulnerable, and helpless. His eyes spoke of retribution when Natalie settled next to him on the bed.

“Now listen closely, wizard.” She whispered leaning close to his ear. “You may be skilled at legilimency, but you had no right to sneak into my memories. You have no rights where I’m concerned, at all. I am pledged in marriage, albeit, not by my choice. What we are doing is delightful, passionate, and above all, immensely satisfying, but it is physical, and physical only. You have no right to be angry at my past, any more than I have a right to be angry at yours.”

Natalie’s hand trembled slightly with the energy she exerted to maintain her control. Every cell of her body screamed for her to give in to the power she had over Snape, to remove the amulet and have her way.

“I wonder just how you would feel if I slipped into your memories now.” Natalie’s voice softened, but in a very threatening way. She stroked his temple with her forefinger, idly pondering what memories she would find inside his dark head.

“I wonder if you’ve learned anything from my gift …” She smiled wanly, “If you would be able to force me out.” She lifted her skirts to straddle his waist and look deep into the roiling black of his fury. “I wonder if you are without sins …”

Severus became quite agitated under the woman, but was helpless to do anything to stop her. Natalie paused to massage both of his throbbing temples, feeling for his pulse under her fingertips.

“I can demonstrate a true legilimens attack, Severus.” She leaned ever closer, their noses nearly touched, her fingers starting to press painfully against his temples. “Care to play?”

While Snape prepared himself mentally for her expected full frontal attack, Natalie quietly slipped into his thoughts without a word. She saw a vision of herself standing in deep shadow, watching as the spectral image of Severus set up his blockades slamming shut the mental doors to the memories he least wanted anyone to share. Vision Natalie slid up behind him quietly then wrapped her arms around his waist. Snape’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew she could have opened any of his doors, dissolved any of his partitions, and shared all of his most hated, humiliating or frightening memories without him stopping her.   Vision Natalie whispered seductively to her spectral wizard.

“A strong offense is not always the best approach. More often, a subtle, quiet advance is much more successful.”   Snape’s spectral form nodded from within her arms. “Sometimes even, the best defense is no defense at all, but simply diversion.” She crooned to him softly. “I will release you, but only if you swear this game is over.”

“On my word.” He mentally offered his oath. Natalie’s comforting presence disappeared from his mind, and he was left with her dead weight on his stomach. She bowed lower, chastely pressing her lips against his in the same instant she released the full body bind.

His arms hurried around her waist of their own accord. He lifted his head off the bed to press more closely to her mouth, her lips tasting of sweet wine and honey. Reluctantly, Natalie pulled away. She stared down at the wizard beneath her for a long time, committing every detail of his face to memory.

“Absolutely no strings.” She finally spoke, throwing all hope into three words.

“Physical, no strings.” Snape groaned in wanton need, arching his back off the mattress to emphasize his acquiescence. “No strings.”

Natalie smiled cheekily for a split second before she attacked, claiming his physicality with hands, lips, and undulating body. Her gauze-like dress disappeared. She flipped the amethyst over her back once again, descending on Severus like a true bird of prey.

Groaning, he threw his hands over his head, submitting to her ministrations. Natalie flicked her tongue over his tight pressed lips, her hands burrowing into his hair, clasping his head. She dragged her erect nipples across his pale chest. Collapsing on to him, her hands ran up his arms, relishing the feel of his skin. Natalie shimmied backwards, pressing against the purple fluted head of his engorged member. She started slightly at the pleasant contact. Severus responded with a tiny thrust, pushing his head just inside her lips. Head thrown back now, back arched like a cat’s, Natalie sheathed herself on the iron pole he offered her freely, hissing in sheer bliss as she settled herself.

A strong sense of déjà vu overcame Snape as he gazed up at the witch impaled on him; her head thrown back, breasts thrust forward, eyes closed. The exact same vision as she presented on their first night together. As Natalie began to move, his memory shifted forward to when he slipped out of the hidden door of the carriage. He felt a shadow follow him from the carriage in his memory; a shadow that hadn’t been there before now. Natalie’s skilled fingers rolling his nipples brought his full attention back to the present. Snape, ever the resourceful Slytherin, filed that memory away for further pensive pensieve study; his curiosity piqued.   Tired with playing passive, Snape rolled Natalie onto her back, hitched her knees over his elbows and set a jackhammer pace, pummeling her to wave after wave until he finally succumbed as well, collapsing next to her, sweating profusely, sticky, satiated, and sleepy.

As both witch and wizard drifted into slumber, they shifted to find more comfortable positions, back pressed to back, each facing different destinies.

Note: My apologies for being away so long. Real life just isn’t a party after all. Hope y’all enjoy.
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