Hope For The Hopeless (Severus Snape x Reader)

Comfort In The Darkness

Kisses trailed down your neck and your hands laced into black hair. He groaned into your skin as you raised your hips to meet his, sending shivers of electricity to your core.

Raising his head, he locked his lips with yours and started to push down into you more. When he pulled away his stare was so intense, like he could see into you, "I'm at the door."

"What?" You breathed out confusedly.

"I'm at the door!"

A knock jolted you from your sleep. Your heart was pounding a fast rhythm from your chest down to between your legs and you had to squeeze them together to relieve some of the pressure. It was so dark, you thought, as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Shit, you've overslept.

The knock came again. Then you remembered the dream. Walking out of your bedroom slowly to the main entrance of your quarters you opened the door slightly.

"You're at the door," you whispered, clearly still sleep-dazed and confused.

Severus looked around suspiciously and he uttered a confused, "Yes?" to your statement.

The castle was deathly quiet and Severus looked tired, his usual upright, rigid stance looked weighed down by his black robes and his hair was disheveled. To you, he looked adorable...vulnerable even.

"What time is it?" you asked rubbing your eyes once again.

"10.45. I've just finished my rounds. Apologies for waking you so late.." you heard the hesitation in his usually confident tone, - "...may I come in?"

As his question came to an end he met your eyes. Severus Snape was not the kind of man to come knocking at a woman's door in the late hours of the night for no good reason and you knew that.

"Of course," you replied and opened your door further, revealing your nightwear.

His eyes were greedy as he took in your barely dressed state. The shirt was unbuttoned low and you loathed to sleep in a bra; you imagined that from his height he could see enough of you that you should be embarrassed but you weren't. You liked the way he looked at you, he had become the aim of your affections, so why wouldn't you want to be attractive to him? He walked over to your fire and lit it in an instant, followed by your candles. It was still dull in the room but orangey, red waves flickered over the grey stone walls. Everything already felt warmer.

"Did anyone notice I was gone all day?" You asked as you walked over to pour some drinks. Your stomach rumbled, you'd have to eat soon too, you thought.

"Everyone did but I dealt with it." He said firmly, he was leaning against your fireplace, staring at the heat that burned before him. Something felt off, he had seemed to be relaxed this morning but that appeared to have faded with the day. You rested the drinks on the fireplace.

"Thank you for covering for me," you said sweetly.

Maybe you could relax him again. Stepping closer into his space and nearer to the flames your bare legs were warmed by the roaring fire; with the heat from your dream and whatever tension was lying between you and Severus, you didn't much need it though.

Raising on to your toes, your heart pounded and you gently kissed his cheek and breathed in his earthy scent. As you pulled your lips away, he pushed his fingers into the back of your hair with a strong hand and planted a searing kiss on your lips. It was nothing like the first, this was messy and wanting.

Snaking his other arm around your waist he pulled you flush to his body, your underwear touched the fabric of his trousers as your shirt lifted and it made you painfully aware of how close you were but still not close enough. When he bit at your bottom lip the electricity from your dream was back, only far more powerful, and then his tongue dipped back into your covetous mouth, lapping up the soft, throaty moans.