Hope For The Hopeless (Severus Snape x Reader)

This Is Nice

You woke early and having spent most of the previous day sleeping, it wasn't really a surprise. The room was black, Severus must have extinguished the candles before he fell to sleep. He was pressed against your back and his left arm lay lazily over your waist, enveloping you in his warmth. You listened to his breaths, slow and regular; it was odd, you hadn't slept next to someone in so long but this didn't feel foreign to you. Or should you say, he didn't feel foreign to you? At that moment, contentment lay heavy on your naked body.

Sadly, you did have to go to the bathroom, which meant slipping out from under Severus' arm carefully so as not to wake him. You padded quietly across the bedroom and into the bathroom. Now in the light, you could see where Severus had marked his territory; you ran your finger over a particularly purple mark on the underside of your breast and bit your tongue. It was tempting to wake him but you weren't that cruel, he had looked exhausted when he turned up at your door.

Looking in the mirror you wiped the remnants of sleep from your eyes and smoothed your hair back. Your mind wandered back to your conversation with Severus, about Dumbledore knowing that something was going on; not really understanding why it would concern him so much. You were both adults and you would both be able to keep your private and work lives separate. There was something else going on, you had already picked up Severus' extra meetings with Albus and the whispers in each other's ears. Splashing cold water over your face you decided you weren't going to stress about it right now. Severus was here, you'd just had two leg shaking orgasms, and if you were lucky you'd get a third before having to go to work later.

Thinking of work, you remembered you still had some preparation to do for Herbology today, which would have been done yesterday if it were not for all the sleeping, and maybe the sex, but mostly it was the sleepings fault. You snuck back into the bedroom and grabbed your fluffy robe from the back of the bathroom door and put it over your chilled skin. You couldn't be sure but it now looked like Severus was sprawled out on his stomach; your fingers ached to touch him, to just be in contact with him, but you didn't dare for fear of disturbing him.

So, you left him to sleep while you finished your work. You were going to sit at your desk but you wanted to feel the warmth of the fire, so sprawled out the parchments you were marking on to your rug, grabbed the cushion and blanket from the sofa, and set about making sense of First-year ramblings.

Some time later while your quill scratched along the parchments, correcting mistakes, giving pointers and praise, you heard movement in your bedroom. Suddenly a nervous feeling set deep in your stomach, a feeling that he may come out of your room cold and regretful of the night's explorations. You pushed a deep breath out and continued with your work, whatever happens, happens you thought; though you weren't that confident in your calmness.

When your bedroom door opened you lifted your head to its creaking, Severus stood in the doorway barefoot, his white shirt undone at the collar and not yet tucked into his trousers. His hair was a mess and for once you thought he looked well-rested.

Smiling at him, you greeted him, "Good morning."

"Morning," he replied gruffly, his voice sounded deeper and coarser from sleep. You'd have been a liar if you said you weren't wanting to run your hands through his adorable, sexy sleep-addled hair and go back to bed but you thought it best to see his reaction to last night first. If there was one at all. Sauntering over to the sofa in front of you he sat down and looked at the parchments on the floor.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked, then rubbed a hand over his face. 

"I woke up a couple of hours ago. I'd have stayed in bed but sadly, I remembered all this," you gestured to the parchments. "I...I didn't want to wake you. Did you sleep okay?"