A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

A Good Night Sleep

He was possesive. However not in the way she was used too. Which felt strange to her. The way he had gripped her. The way he had held onto her like he was afriad she would suddenly dissapear. It was invigorating to felt needed, wanted, cherished. By actions as simple as touching. But the way he moaned. By how his eyes looked while watching her. It was as if she was watching herself, seeing the outside world for how beautiful it truly was for the first time. Yes, that is what happened. He marvelled at her.

But even more so, he was cautious and caring. The way he carried her to the bath. The way way he removed her knickers without looking. The way he sat by her for a few minutes while she let the water wake her back up and heal her muscles. It was all so very beautiful. He worried. And he kissed her once more, ever so softly before giving her some privacy.

Viola licked her lips. He tasted like absinthe. Forbidden and dizzying. He was only two years her senor. But she felt like a school girl who just tasted a secret love. But truly, he was much more than that. Far more experienced in the ways of the world. For more in tune with his own desires. And most likely far more comfortable with had just occurred.

He wanted her. He told her exactly that. She had been told before that she had been wanted. By other men. Doctors, Aurors, Guards. But none of them meant it in the way Severus did. He didn't want her body. Though it was very clear that came attached to it all. He wanted her soul. Her aura. Her presence. He wanted her to be close to him. To be in that moment. To be intimate. Why was accepting that she could be wanted for more than just instant gratification so hard?

Coming into the bath in his arms. The care he put into her in that moment. It was enough to make her realize how deprived of such things she truly was. Respect. It meant so much to her. And here he gave it willingly. Any night at the castle he could have taken her. But he didn't. Instead he was truthful. I stead, he was kind. Instead, he let her decide.

And she was sure if she wanted to stop he would have. But she didn't. Why didn't she? In the past she would have let the others take what they needed from her. It's what she needed to do to survive. But he didn't take anything. He gave. He let her go at her own pace. His eyes constantly asking for permission. His movements purposful for pleasure but at his own expense. He let her get off on him. He let her come first.

And it was that realization, as she sank into the bath. That solidified her decision. She would mary this man. Properly. Not some Dark Lord bond curse. A real wedding. With a white dress. And flowers. And a ring. In a dark forest beacuse that matches his aesthetic. In the moonlight beacuse that matche hers. And she would be happy. And safe. And they would survive n
together. Grow old together. Live together. And... Die together.

She knew she fell quickly attached him. It wasn't a good thing. There was so much she still had to hide. From everyone. From him. It wasn't fair to allow herself to get so attached. It wasn't fair to lead him on. But.. what if. What if they just went on. What if he wouldn't reject her? Could she continue this game while still trying to build something real?

She slowly drew herself out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around her. He had left her some of her things. A night dress. New knickers. Her wand. She smiled softly to herself. Wondering if he had smelled her when to removed her come drenched knickers. Wondering if he awkwardly scourged himself out in the main room, or if he was still in his soiled suit. She shook her head. Going wide eyed. Appalled at her thoughts.

She shrugged them out of her mind as much as possible. Knowing full well it wouldn't do her any good to have them rattling around in there when she was about to go face him in the other room. She picked up her wand and muttered a spell. Her hair began to dry and style itself as shy put on the night dress. Which was... Not modest in the slightest... She packed two. Seeing as though he felt fairly comfortable rummaging through her belongings. It was odd he would have chosen this one.