Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 7: Severus

"I'm sure you're exhausted."

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Your wild emotions tugged you in many directions as you laid flat on your back, surrounded by plush blankets. Staring at the ceiling, you mulled over your possibilities. It was clear to you now that you had feelings for Severus. Lustful feelings, maybe, but feelings nonetheless. You hadn't felt this way in years, since your first and only boyfriend broke your heart before you had even finished your Bachelors degree. After that trauma, you had repressed all sexual feelings in fear that it would conjure up painful memories. You really hadn't even had an orgasm in the past year or two, until last night. Feeling that rush, that intense pleasure again made you want Severus even more.

One option was to be brazen and tell him explicitly what you wanted to do. This would be mortifying though, especially if he rejected you. A second option would be to never explore this and purposefully suppress it for the sake of your education. While it seemed practical, the primal, human side of your brain refused to accept an answer that involved no possibility of intimacy. The third option was to continue to flirt until neither of you could take it anymore. That seemed to be the best option, as you could be subtle, but still get some of the release you craved.

Coming to a fairly reasonable decision, you smiled, closed your eyes and let your mind wander on thoughts of Severus. You wondered if he would be able to feel you read his thoughts from afar, since you weren't directly looking at him. Focusing on his mind, you narrowed in on his thoughts, trying to peek inside. Suddenly, a string of feelings and images, rather than thoughts, erupted behind your eyes. Your body flooded with pleasure as the images spilled before you. It took a moment to realize what was going on.

Severus was standing in the shower, hair soaked, one hand outstretched and pressed against the wall. His other hand was wrapped around his erection, pumping briskly from base to tip and back again. His eyes were closed, jaw agape, producing the most wonderful, breathy sounds you had ever heard.

He's masturbating, you thought, and, without hesitation, you slid your hand down beneath your waistband. For the second time in less than 24 hours.

Your focus drifted slightly at the onslaught of pleasure elicited by your fingers, and your grip on Severus' mind weakened. You stopped for a moment, regaining your attachment, then continued with the motion of your hand. You could feel his pleasure, experience his thoughts, hear his noises, and it had turned you on more than you'd ever felt in your life. He moaned softly and deeply between heaving breaths, and you attempted to visualize the same images he saw in his mind. Although it was fuzzy, you could make out a figure in black robes, long hair, laying on their back, hand moving quickly beneath their clothes. It took you too long to realize he was watching you, too. You moaned aloud at the sexy intrusion, knowing you were doing the exact same thing to him. If you were aware of it, he must be, too.

You spoke his name in your mind, and you could tell when it reached him. He let out a louder grunt, and it was clear that he got off from the sound of his name rolling from your tongue. His chest was flushed now, and you couldn't tell if it was Severus' blood or your own that was rushing in your ears. Your hand moved faster now, and he could feel it. Your breaths came in gasps and moans, and you couldn't control the twitching of your muscles or the arch of your back. One, or both, of you were getting close. You could feel the tightening in your groin signaling an impending release. It starting happening far too quickly.

You spoke aloud, though you knew he could hear it in his head.

"Severus," you whispered, "I'm gonna cum-"

He groaned loudly, then it hit you. And it hit him, too. You were trembling, downright shaking with the force of your orgasm, feeling it melt through you like a hot knife through butter. You felt it in every cell, crying out with reckless abandon. You could still hear Severus' sounds in the back of your mind. You felt him slide down to sit on the floor of his shower, gently grasping his cock, eyes slowly opening. Then you were cut off.

You basked in the bliss of your orgasm, waiting for your breathing to come back to normal. As your senses cleared, you fully grasped what had just occurred between you.

Your minds had connected through Legilimency. You felt each other's experiences, your pleasure, your need, without even trying. You masturbated together, orgasmed together.

I made him cum, you think, allowing another shiver to pass through you.

What will become of this? You know it will be painfully awkward tomorrow. You consider sneaking down to the potions classroom and slipping a note beneath the door reading, sorry, I'm sick, see you next century.

But you had wanted this, you remember. You wanted to be close to him, to give and receive pleasure from him. It was just so damn hard to confront him! Feeling suddenly exhausted from the orgasm and the prolonged, focused Legilimency, you drifted off, unaware of time and space.

When you awoke, it was eight o'clock in the evening. You scolded yourself for developing such a terrible sleep schedule, knowing it was due in part to your newfound insatiable lust. You didn't feel hungry, so you decided to take a shower instead. While washing yourself, you reminisced about the past day's experiences, and thinking about sex had reminded you of the contraceptive potion waiting, ready to be consumed.

After you finished your shower, you went to your bedroom to find the neglected cauldron and poor Brew laying at the foot of your bed. You approached her, scratching behind her ears, and kissed her head.

"I'm sorry, Brew. I've got a lot going on."

She meowed in understanding.

You went to the cauldron and lifted the lid, pleased to find a shimmering, light blue liquid resting at the bottom. You ladled the potion into the glass container from your bathroom, leaving just a bit in the bottom. You replaced the container where it belonged, and tipped the cauldron forward, allowing the remnants to trickle into a muggle medicine cup. You had estimated wonderfully, because there were exactly 30 milliliters left, and that's about how much you needed to take. You quickly tipped the cup into your mouth and swallowed as fast as possible to rid yourself of the disgustingly salty taste, courtesy of the flobberworm mucus.

Upon walking to the kitchen for a glass of water, you found a folded piece of parchment on the floor, right in front of the door. You question this briefly, as you had forgotten to transfigure the door, but laugh when you remember that Severus is a clever man, and could figure out how to send you mail regardless. You take the parchment back to your room to stash it in your top drawer, along with the previous one. You open the neatly folded top flap.

Potions classroom, 9am sharp.

You need the extra sleep. I'm sure you're exhausted.

Severus

You were taken aback by both the innuendo and the signature. Was he alluding to the intimate moment that transpired hours earlier? And why did he sign his first name? He signed his last letter S.S. You think with hope that maybe your relationship was growing closer. You couldn't help but smile at the letter.

You clutched it to your chest and muttered knox, enveloping yourself in darkness. Brew padded up to you and laid by your side, her gentle breaths drifting you to a peaceful sleep.