Severus and the Thunderbird

The New Plan

Severus

The tension hung heavy, the anticipation and fear from being apart so long wedged itself between them despite their bodies touching. His inner self stripped bare, new and fresh. This was dangerous. Before, his lack of remorse coated his soul like titanium, the grudge filled with hatred, vitriol, and disgust a solid wall.

But now, everything lay open, ready to be relearned. Occlusion and meetings would weigh much worse on his body now. But he needed to forge through. Seren lay beside him still and silent, her legs a warm weight across his; exactly the same as so many times before but yet completely different.

Love was foreign and new, but his entire body nearly floated in it. All the things he couldn't say before but knew, locked deep down away. This was dangerous, but he was already in danger and he had no more time to lose.

Tentatively, he ran his fingers down her arm. It had been so long since they had touched, kissed, or made love. Fourteen months. The back alley in Hogsmeade. Quick and hidden. What a crude moment to remember. What a cheap effort at a relationship that he needed. She deserved better than that.

"You're beautiful Seren..." he whispered in her ear

Her smile grew against his bare chest, the scratch of her fingernails tracing circles on his skin the only sound in the room.

"I missed your voice..." she whispered, trailing her fingers lower on his stomach, just above the band of his briefs

He breathed in deeply, skin starved for good touch. He wanted to indulge in her body, make her feel welcomed and loved, reacquaint himself with her curves. But he moved slowly, delicately brushing the soft flesh of her belly under her top.

"I missed you...all of you" he dropped his voice, seductively kissing her neck, down to her shoulder

She gasped, body instinctively turning into his touch.

"I've missed you too...I've wanted you for so long..." she told him breathlessly as he undressed, hands moving from rote memory, lips burning as they tasted her skin.

"You're dangerous because I want to give into all your desires...Every whim and tempest" he teased, shivering as the air hit his bare legs, pants and briefs magically summoned away

She groaned as he ran his hands over her breasts, familiar and new all at the same time. She leaned up, kissing him fully for the first time in over a year. The newness of his soul burst open, rolling in the revelatory joy of her touch. She knew just how to touch him, a gentle nip on his lip, slip of the tongue, a moan as she stroked his length.

"Can anyone else touch you this way" she asked beside his ear, jealousy coating her voice like honey

He allowed his head to rest against the pillow as she straddled his hips, holding her gently, the same freckles spread across her nose, eyes glowing green with desire. Desire for him.

"Only you" he whispered, stroking her face as she eased herself over him

She groaned, tilting her head back as they moved together, slow and methodical, taking their time, eyes never breaking contact. Swiftly, he felt himself tumbling over the edge, wishing for it to continue longer but unable to hold back.