Black Eyed Boy

17

Severus and Olivia were greeted by the roaring fire in Snape's living quarters. They felt the snow and slush melt away from their frozen bodies as they kicked off their shoes by the door.

Severus gathered his warm traveling cloak around their bodies, pulling Olivia in close for a tender kiss by the fire, encasing her in his warmth.

She inhaled deeply. She loved the smell of winter - that bitter cold that burned her lungs with each breath and cleared her mind of everything but the present. She closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of Severus. That spicy, smoky smell that was beginning to mean "home" for her. She melted into his strong arms as he squeezed, running his hands over her body to warm her. This was the best day of her life.

Olivia peeked her head into the open door to his bathroom. It was truly beautiful, worthy of Salazar Slytherin himself. The focal point was a massive bathtub. Olivia estimated it had to be about the size of a small pool. The porcelain was a dark green, with beautiful silver taps that seemed to control not only the water, but different scents and bubbles. The faucet was placed in the middle, presumably to allow the occupant to lean back against the wall of the tub without bumping into it. She noted there was also a large shower with beautifully decorated tile inside. The shower had matching silver fixtures, with the addition of a shower head on either side of the massive cubicle. She was practically drooling at the thought of him taking her against the wall. She'd be able to see herself in the mirror while he thrust inside her.

"How about a nice bath or shower to warm us up? I'm sure we can have some tea or coffee as well while we soak". Olivia lifted onto her tiptoes to brush her lips against Severus' as she spoke.

He wanted nothing more than to take her up on her offer; to strip her naked and have her warm, slippery body lie against his in his deep, porcelain tub. He'd love to soap his hands and caress her body, washing every inch of her. But he couldn't. She'd see his dark mark and be lost forever.

Truthfully, he counted himself lucky that she hadn't discovered it. He was fortunate enough that she didn't seem to mind his lack of undress during their coupling. At least, not enough to bring it to his attention. He'd have to tell her soon, before his heart got too involved. If she was going to leave, he'd want it to be sooner rather than later.

Olivia stepped out from beneath his cloak, running a hand down his chest as she sauntered to the bathroom. He followed closely behind her, entranced by the sway of her hips. She looked over her shoulder, smiling shyly as she watched his eyes darken as she undressed. Severus leaned in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest in casual observation.

Olivia flicked her wand to get the water started. She ran her hand underneath the stream, testing the temperature. Satisfied, she walked over to where Severus was standing.

"Aren't you going to join me, Severus?" She purred as she reached up to start loosening his cravat.

"I think I'd much rather watch you bathe."

She looked heartbroken. Olivia had long ago determined he was embarrassed of his scars. She had assumed that's why he wouldn't undress around her. But she didn't care about how he looked. She liked him for being him.

"Severus, please? I hope I'm not overstepping, but... if it's because of your scars... I don't care about them. They don't bother me at all". She had paused her movements to look him in the eye. He returned a look full of regret and shame.

He murmured so quietly that she almost didn't hear him. "Trust me on this. You wouldn't like what you saw". He didn't want to lose her. She was half right... he was self conscious about his scars as well. He had lived through a war, and an abusive parent. He was bound to have battle scars. But his Mark was what would drive her away.