Senses

Chapter 37

oO Three Weeks Later Oo

Severus had never felt a warmth so completely envelope his soul as he did when he opened his eyes. The world around him was suspiciously hazed with soft purples and gentle blues. His body felt completely out of his control, though his mind was supposedly turning.

The warmth that had encased him began to move and so did this dreamlike world. He was sure he wasn't dreaming, everything felt too sharp, too real, yet he couldn't be sure. His head rose slowly from the soft pillow beneath, the world gave way to a most beautiful—though mischievous— smile.

His tongue did not obey his command to inquire nor did his arms come to remove the angelic like vision before him. Granger's hair shielded everything from view as she came closer. Her eyes bright, no line to mar their wonderous shine. He could feel his throat contract when she leaned ever closer.

Her breath wafted over his frozen lips and though he tried, there was nothing to stop their softness from pressing against his own. The world turned on its side as it suddenly became clear that there was nothing between them. Though he was very certain he had gone to bed wearing clothes they seemed to have vanished.

Her weight, though unimposing, rested just over his hips. The heat between like an inferno. His own body burned with desires he would have never allowed himself. It was then his brain jolted, alerting him that this couldn't have possibly been reality. Despite this, he found himself watching her lean back onto her heels over him. Her body arching up towards the sky. Her skin glowed in the ambiance of the room as smooth and as perfect as the day she was born. Her hips shifted and there was a moment where he felt their souls connect in the most primal of ways.

"Please...hurt me..." Her words came from a memory, a deeply repressed and painful one that made his stomach churn despite the pleasure their union sought to provide.

Severus jolted sharply, his breath inhaling so quickly he nearly choked on dry air. The room around him had gone dark, his limbs sluggishly reacting to his hasty command to come to his rapidly moving chest. A quick assessment of his person told him that the image that had just dissolved was, in fact, a dream. Though his heart couldn't be sure until he cast a silent spell over to the bedside lamp illuminating the darkness.

His body turned heavily onto its side as he blinked his eyes into focus, searching through the receding blackness. A heavy breath left his chest and nearly collapsed him onto his stomach when soft curls a safe distance away came into focus. Her head was turned towards him, but she was laying on her back. One hand had come to rest over her head while the other was tucked awkwardly under her chin. It was an odd pose but it was most certainly better than finding her curled into a small ball inside the blankets she would steal from him.

As it was, the blankets had made it halfway down her frame. Resting just above her hips were a small bit of skin showed through from the ruffled shirt she had taken to wearing to sleep in. It was his, of course, captured for her nightwear. She had originally taken to wearing boxer shorts as well but since he'd managed to transfigure her underclothes for her more feminine figure she had completely forgone the extra bottoms at all as the shirt was more than long enough to serve as a night dress.

A small pulse ran from his head towards his groin and he knew there would be no more rest until it was dealt with. A glance towards the drawn curtains told him that dawn was quickly approaching and he carefully pushed himself from his side of the bed with a heavy groan of pain. A quick look over his shoulder released only some of the tension in his back as the girl merely turned her head the other way.