The Stars on the Staircase

Dawning Realisation

I wake up with a start, blissfully asleep to anxiously alert in mere seconds. I try to sit up immediately but Severus has his arms around my waist, holding me tight against the front of him. "What time is it? I have to go to breakfast and get to charms class or I'll be missed." I say, trying to get free of his grasp.

"I think you'll find that quite difficult." He sleepily drones into my ear, using his superior strength to pull me deeper into him. "As it's Saturday." His knees are behind my knees, my bum in his lap. As I struggle I think I feel hardness there.

"Shouldn't I get going anyway?" I ask, full of concern, trying to pry his arm out from under me, but he seems more focused on kissing my shoulder and fondling my breast that is in danger of falling out of the neckline of my nightgown.

"Would you kindly keep your fussing to a minimum? I am trying to enjoy my Saturday morning. Also, no. I do not think you should walk out of my bedroom while there are doubtless Slytherins walking about the halls and you have no reason to have been down in my office so early. Leaving now is too suspicious. Can we not enjoy this rule breaking for at minimum half an hour more before you disturb us with your worrying?"

"I suppose. But my friends-"

"You and I will come up with plausible excuses for your absence in a moment. If you don't stop your lips from worrying aloud I will be forced to kiss them shut. And if I start kissing them shut, who knows what will happen next." He teases, grinding his erection into my behind.

"What about McGonagall?" I ask, trying once more to roll over to see his face. This time he frees me but then suddenly he's up on his hands and knees looming over me. His kissing is hard and punishing, his hands roam over me with abandon. He skillfully parts my legs with his knees and lays between them, grinding that hardness into me until I cannot think about anything else but it.

Suddenly he is divesting me of my nightgown, and in the warm sunshine filled bedroom and I'm rushing to cover myself from his gaze now that I do not have the cover of night. "Don't. You can't stop me from admiring every inch of you. I will be having my way in this. If I'm to be your corrupter then I shall do it thoroughly." He pulls my arms away from my torso. His hands and mouth explore all of my body that had been hidden from him last night. In his eyes I feel my own desirability. His hands and kisses show me how each part of me is to be worshiped. I try to run my hands over him too, but he is controlling as always and I barely get to touch his back and shoulders while he is busy pursuing his own agenda of kissing and petting me all over.

What had started as a way to distract me from worrying aloud has rapidly dissolved into very arousing kissing and I'm surprised to find how badly I want him again already. When his fingers slide between my legs once again he raises an eyebrow at me. "Are you this wet for me already or are you still soaked from last night?" He asks.

"I don't know." I go red. "Maybe both... Does it even matter? We shouldn't do this again we need to make up excuses and-"

"I'll decide what we have time for. Flip over onto your knees."

"Severus I really don't-" I start but because he's pulled my thighs apart and dived down to place his mouth on me I finish the sentence with broken breath "H-a-ve tii–me for thissss. Oh. Oh. Oooooh." He makes it very hard to argue with him. Just a few moments of this and I can't imagine leaving his quarters without finishing what he has started.

Suddenly he's making me flip over onto my knees just like he had ordered me a few minutes earlier and pulling me by my hips back toward him. I can barley acknowledge the complex intimacy of having sex in the light of the morning plus this new position which I feel intensely more vulnerable before I feel him pressing at my entrance. No time to think or to be overwhelmed with the emotions of it, he slides into me and my world goes blurry with pleasure.