Winters Cloak | S.S

47 | Sweet talk

"Who are you to care so much?" You ask in a rhetoric sense, feeling bolder than usual.

His dark eyes widen a little. Scanning your face for micro-movements that could detect your illusionary carelessness.

"Come here." He motions you to step forward instead.

You sigh. Not wanting to provide him with the satisfaction of becoming the upper hand. Yet, you found yourself shuffling your feet forward. Truth be told, he was making you feel uncertain about the future. There was a hint of somberness detected on his features, and that was the reason you decided to trust him anyways.

His hand gently grabs your left arm and then your palm, bringing your body closer to his torso, as he situated you down on his leg. With your legs in between his. You throw your arm over his shoulder.

His face was now inches away from yours...and his rosy lips appeared rather ravishing. But you lick your lips and deny the entrance to sublime. It would be a treat for a later, you figured. After all this chaos was over.

Heat quickly rose in your body, to the tips of your fingers and toes. Still not familiar with Severus's touch but it was comfortable. Breath quickening as you felt his arm slither around your waist, pulling you in close into his warm wrath. Giving you the chance to inhale his intoxicating scent, it was overwhelming your senses, to the point of ecstasy.

"What is it?" You inquire. Feeling his penetrating stare on your lips.

"Confusing. The second I push you away, I expect you to run back to me." He confesses with not much thought. His grip tightening around your waist, as if you would run away if he didn't hold you close enough. Impulsiveness radiating from his actions as his thumb slid across your bottom lip. "Do you know how much it pains me, to not be by your side Y/N?"

"I...I didn't know if you still had feelings left for me."

His eyebrows furrow into deep concentration. Eyes locked on yours as he processes your tormenting words.

"How could I not?"

You turn away, feeling his eyes to be too intense for your liking. At this moment, insecurity seeped through your veins.

"Sev, you didn't even hear me out. Not an ounce of sympathy was received on my end and you expect me to be fine with that?" You interrogate. Feeling his hot breath pan across your neck.

He tilts his head to observe you. Listening intently. Because he knew how much it meant for you to speak to him about how you felt. As he had previously deprived you from it. And he felt guilt for not choosing to hear you out.

"If you liked me, why didn't you want us to be together? Why did you shut me out and pretend like nothing ever happened?" You ask him in a murmur.

A subtle shift in the atmosphere caused you to feel chills. He went silent. Staring mindlessly in front of him, at nowhere particular. Like he was analysing a faded memory. Dissociated from reality. Detached from you, even if your physical self was sitting on his lap.

"Sev?"

"I was acting as if I had everything in control."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't push you away because I needed time. I lied about that. I was contemplating on telling you the truth or pushing you away." He pauses. Shifting his attention back to you. "And pushing you away seemed much more easier. But it's easier said than done, the moment I saw you with that Malfoy brat...I couldn't hold my jealousy in."

You blink a couple of times, he felt jealous. Tiny sparks fly from your chest, a sudden thrill that he cared enough to feel that way.

"I apologise for hurting you." He spoke in soft tones and it was all you needed to hear.