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𝖂hen Snape opened a glass door that led to the gardens, you stumbled outside, ahead of him and gasped for air. As soon as the crisp fresh air flooded your lungs, the throbbing in your temples lessened. Legs wobbly, you fell to your knees, sinking into the 5-inch deep layer of snow.
You felt the cold wetness of the melting snow around you soak through your suit, but you couldn't care less. You scooped up some snow in your hands and rubbed it in your face.
Being in heat and dealing with the pheromones of one aroused Alpha was already a lot — but two?! In an enclosed room and less than 10 feet away from you?!
"Get up! You actually will catch a fever that way."
The Professor stepped outside as well — you could hear his footsteps crunching in the snow behind you. Once he had closed the distance between you, his steps ceased. He didn't touch you. He just stood there behind you, almost frozen, looking down at you and cast a long slender shadow over you.
"I can't breathe," you sobbed, "This is making me go crazy! Your scent, your body, your eyes! — yours and Malfoy's… Why the hell do I need to hold back?! Why do you hold back?! Why do you hold back when I so desperately need you?!"
You were panting, your back and your chest rapidly rising and falling.
"Why won't you give in?! Why won't you indulge me?! Why won't you touch me?!"
You rolled onto your back and pleadingly stared up at Snape, almost accusatory. He stood there like a statue, shadow-shrouded face like stone. Unresponsive.
"Do you not want me anymore, now that I've been touched by him? Am I dirty now? Tell me!"
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Though seemingly collected on the outside, Severus' insides were anything but. His mind was like a raging sea, his body ablaze like a wildfire, and his thoughts were those of a lust-crazed beast. How he could keep up his self-control, how he kept a grip on all of this, he couldn't tell you.
When he finally found his voice, he sounded hoarse as he spoke.
"Cease this madness right… now," he drawled. "You're out of your mind, you're not thinking clearly. And you're spouting complete nonsense."
The Professor stuck out his hand to you.
"You're either coming with me, or you're doing what you will, but I am no longer going to object myself to the onslaught of pheromones and provocations coming from you! You're wanting me to do something we both would come to regret."
