The Princess and the Bloodstone

Christmas

Severus

Holly lay sprawled beneath him, gasping for air. Severus caught the witch's lips with his own and ceased thrusting to allow her a moment of rest. But when her fingers flit over his shoulders again, he took it as a sign and pulled out, turning her onto all fours and dragging her hips back to meet his own. Her little whimpers and moans provided him immense pleasure as he struggled to find her hole with his cock guided blindly in one hand. By the level of noise she was making, he gathered she also found satisfaction in his questing. He finally slid inside her warmth and pushed her face into the mattress so that her moans were lost in the down bedding. She bucked back and wailed muffled encouragements. Her precarious bun had fallen apart at some point and Severus gathered the inky curls into a fist, pulling her back up.

'Hush, Princess, you'll wake the entire Castle,' he breathed against the shell of her ear. For all her begging pleased him, he feared Azkaban more. He made a mental note to cast a precautionary Muffliato before taking her in the future.

'Sorry, Prof— I mean — Sev — Severus.'

Slowly, with a hand at her flank, he guided her back to her knees. She grinned bashfully back at him. The bright green eyes were lidded, black make-up smudged around them. It made her look demented in a delectable way, for her undoing was his doing. Then her jaw slacked and her expression mirrored his lust again. He growled at her and she answered by clamping her walls around him with a moan.

'Harder,' she mouthed.

Severus lost the last sliver of self-control; he had meant to pull out, but the moment proved too great and he exploded deep inside her instead. She jerked at the depth and force of his final stroke but he quickly released her hair and collapsed beside her. She scooted up to him and he slung an arm over her hips and closed his eyes, surrendering to oblivion.

After a long while, she stirred and tucked some hair behind his ear. He cracked open one eye to find her still lying on her stomach, close enough for him to count the dark green specks in her irises.

'How was it?' she smiled, chewing on her lip.

'Exquisite,' he returned her smile. 'How are you?'

'A bit tender. But I can go again,'

Severus laughed out loud at this, pulling her tighter to him and burying his nose in the slant of her neck.

'I can make you regret that,' he teased, nipping at her clavicle.

She squealed and tried to tickle his ribs in retaliation, resulting in a brief wrestle match in the sheets, which she won by turning their playful scuffle into another heady kiss.

'Give me five minutes,' he chuckled, savouring the way her breasts pressed into him. He ran his hands over her body to feel the bones like stones beneath her soft skin, the muscle, blood and life force. He kissed her shoulder, lost in the poetry of her body.

'Then I'll get us a cauldron cake, I'm starving, '

He reluctantly let her pull away, watching her bottom as she slunk over the cold floor toward the sweets on his desk. 'Drink the vial,' he called, pointing at a small potion.

'Birth control?' she asked, collecting the small blue bottle.

'It will be effective for three lunar cycles,' he folded his arms behind his head.

She knocked back the potion and returned to bed, sitting by his side and warming her cold feet under his legs. He made no mention of the discomfort her icy toes caused. Holly rummaged around the bright box for a cake, broke it in two and handed him half. Severus took it wordlessly, thinking how strange it was to share Christmas-themed cauldron cakes with Holly Potter — in his bed. The cake itself tasted pleasantly of ginger and nutmeg, sweetened by marzipan and glazed cherries on top.