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Nighttime- Severus Snape (Harry Potter) Pt. 3~ Aftercare

Fem Y/N

As Y/N settled down beside Severus after their moment of passion (And Y/N's punishment), she noticed her legs were beginning to shake. She moaned lightly, alerting Severus who was lounging beside her, absentmindedly stroking her shoulder.

"What's wrong darling? Did Daddy go too hard?" he asked teasingly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. When she sniffles and nods, his expression softens. "Aww... okay, come here."

Gently, Severus scoops Y/N up in his arms and cradles her softly, carrying her to their bathroom, nudging the door open with his foot. He carefully, sat Y/N down on the edge of the tub, making sure she wouldn't fall before going over to the tub.

Using his wand, he filled up the tub with steaming water, and then poured in some lavender-scented bubble soap, and dimmed the lights. Finally, he lit a few candles and then turned back toward Y/N.

The warm, low light of the candles scattered around the bathroom flickered softly, casting golden glows against the stone walls. The faint crackle of flames mixed with the steady sound of bathwater filling the claw-foot tub, created a tranquil atmosphere. Severus had placed his wand beside him on the sink, now content to turn his full attention to the woman he loved.

Y/N sat on the edge of the tub, watching him with a tired smile that couldn't quite hide her exhaustion. Her legs were now trembling a bit more, since she was cold. Severus noticed it immediately; his sharp, observant eyes never missed these things. The way she favoured one leg more than the other now, the way her shoulders seemed to droop, and the faint wince she gave as she bent down to pick up a candle and admire the flame—it was all enough to send him quietly into action.

"You're exhausted," he murmured softly, coming closer. His hands rested on her shoulders as he guided her to sit on the cool marble seat near the tub.

She chuckled, leaning into his touch. "You know why you little git. You wanted this to happen, didn't you?"

He gave her a knowing smirk as his fingers worked gently over her shoulders, applying light pressure to the muscles already tight beneath his touch. "I may be relentless, but you are far too stubborn to let me have a proper win. However..." His voice softened, and he tilted her chin up to look her in the eye. "I think I came pretty close this time, hm? And now you deserve some rest."

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest, comforted by the warmth radiating from him. "It's hard to rest when my thoughts are occupied by you."

"Then let me take care of you," he replied, his voice low, yet full of something undeniably tender. "Get in the bath. I'll help you relax."

Her eyes opened, widening with a hint of surprise as she was not used to aftercare, but there was no mistaking the affection in his gaze, the depth of care in his expression. In their quiet little world within the walls of Hogwarts, Severus Snape let down his guard, revealing a gentler side that he reserved for her alone.

When she finally stepped into the warm bathwater, a sigh escaped her lips, and she let herself sink back against the edge of the tub, feeling the heat seep into her aching muscles. Severus watched her with an affectionate gaze, his dark eyes softening as he took in every detail—the way her face relaxed, the way her eyes closed as she let the water surround her.

He climbed into the tub behind her, settling in as he pulled her gently against his chest, her back pressing against his warm skin. She let out a contented hum as he wrapped his arms around her, the steady beat of his heart against her back.

"There we are," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Now, let me take care of you."

The soothing warmth of the bathwater enveloped them both as he let his hands drift over her shoulders, slowly massaging away the knots that had built up throughout the day. His touch was firm but gentle, working in small, methodical circles, easing the tension with each movement. She sighed in pleasure, the tension melting away as his fingers glided along her skin, pressing with a mix of care and purpose.