Later That Night

It was like they were continuing that first lascivious, fiery kiss they had first shared in Snape's office weeks ago. He had Cassie pressed up against the desk, his hips thrust forward to keep her pinned there. His eloquent hands were tangled in her mess of thick black hair as he fervently moved his lips against hers. Cassie, while caught off guard by his sudden decision to lock the rest of the world away and grab her without another word, wasn't complaining at this point. It was like she was a woman who had been starving for a month, and been offered the most delicious spread of delectable cuisine imaginable. She could barely contain herself as the Potions Master's tongue suddenly slipped into her mouth and started to massage hers. Without any objective, her hands slid under the black cloak that covered Snape's towering figure, encircling his torso and pulling him even closer, and she found herself wondering what his skin felt like under all those layers of robes.

His hands were still gripping her face, and Cassie was about to encourage him to move them elsewhere, every part of her body now screaming for his touch. They started to quickly descend her neck, her arms, her ribcage. Before she could register the array of warm tingles that his caresses were sending through her, he was gripping her backside, lifting her onto the desk. Cassie spread her legs and reached out for him, once again pulling him as close to her as she could. He bent down, this time with his lips meeting the soft flesh on the side of her neck, and her breath caught in her throat as he began to suck there lightly.

Cassie was almost completely lost in the moment, the worries of the day's events effectively melted away as the two of them continued their conquest, if it weren't for her recent memory of rejection that she couldn't fully push out of her mind. Even as Snape's hand cautiously move up her leg and threatened to disappear under the hem of her uniform skirt, Cassie couldn't help but worry what might set him off this time, what could completely derail their ardent advances and leave her feeling like a damn fool once again.

She tried to tell herself not to worry. They were in a different place now. He had made it pretty clear that he cared about her, even if he hadn't said it. And now he was bent over her, the weight of his lanky frame slowly pushing her down onto his desk, quills and books being knocked to the floor, and she was wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping him close to her, not giving him the chance to get up and walk away from her.

Snape's mouth was on hers again, his kisses growing deeper and more demanding by the second, and now Cassie was sure that his hand was under her skirt because she felt fingers dance at the edge of her panties. It sent delicious tingles up her spine, and wetness was now pooling between her legs. The hand stopped its advances there, seemingly just as sporadic as Cassie's mind was at the moment. It was now on top of her shirt, and she gasped into her professor's mouth as he lightly massaged her breast.

Their movements were playful, frantic, and a bit desperate. Both were thrilled to be partaking in their present activities, and also absolutely terrified at the same time.

"Shit!" Snape spat, just as he started to roughly pull the buttons of Cassie's shirt open, and her heart dropped at the troubled tone in his voice.

"What is it, Severus?" she demanded, ready to argue, because this time, she wasn't just going to leave if he told her to.

"We have to stop," he said, the familiar phrase echoing in her mind. He started to push himself up from the desk.

"No!" Cassie said, reaching out to grab his forearm, "We don't, Severus, I don't know what keeps going through your head - "

"Cassie," Snape said, raising an eyebrow as if she were the most ridiculous girl in the world right then. "I have to supervise detention."

Cassie, who was relieved that he wasn't having another major mood swing like last time, was still not thrilled that their activities were coming to a skidding halt. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I'm not."

She unwrapped her legs from his torso and he stood, taking a few steps away from the desk. Cassie stayed lying on her back for a few moments, trying to catch her breath. "Can't you have someone else do it?"

"Do you realize how suspicious that would look? You're not in your common room, and then if I passed my duties off to another teacher - "

"Severus, no one gives a shit. If anything, they'd assume you were just comforting me after the crap I went through today!" She knew she looked ridiculous, with her thick hair disheveled, her top buttons torn open, her cheeks flushed as she sat up.

She realized at that moment that he must not have thought she looked ridiculous, because he was staring at her with his mouth slightly open. She blushed harder.

"I - " he started, possibly considering what she was saying. Then he shook his head. "No, I'm not risking it. It starts in ten minutes, it will be over in two hours - where are you going?"

Cassie had smoothed out her clothing as best she could and was striding towards the door, flowers and package in hand. At his question, she turned to look at him in surprise. "You have detention, so I'm leaving!"

"I didn't ask you to leave!" Snape looked perturbed at the very idea.

She was annoyed at how he was snapping at her but overjoyed that he wasn't using his prior engagements as a reason to get rid of her. "So I'm supposed to sit in your office?" she asked, wondering how she'd be able to survive two hours by herself in there, after doing all of that with him.

"No," he said, grabbing her elbow and guiding her towards the back of his office. Suddenly they were standing in front of the door that led to his quarters. Cassie looked up at him in astonishment, as in all the years she had spent time with him outside of their academic relationship, she had never seen his living quarters at Hogwarts.

"Ashwinder eggs," Snape said without a moment's hesitation, and opened the door, leading Cassie across the threshold. She was touched that he felt comfortable enough to let her stay there without him. She had been to Spinner's End a few times, but never without him.

Cassie set down what was in her arms on his little dining room table, and turned back towards the Head of Slytherin, intending to exchange some sort of embrace. He backed up a few paces when she approached him.

"No," he said quickly, "Or there will be no hope of me leaving."

Cassie smiled, nodding in agreement. "So what do you want me to do while you're away, Severus?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Not go through my personal belongings, for a start."

"Wouldn't dream of it," she said, and he sighed, obviously not feeling very confident that would be the case. He left without another word, and Cassie was alone in the professor's apartments. It consisted of a living area, which she was standing in, with a small fireplace, two armchairs, and a black leather love seat. Bookcases lined the walls, but there were no personal artifacts other than used texts, something that was reminiscent of Snape's home outside of the castle.

She lit a fire with a flick of her wand and sat in one of the chairs for a few minutes, before feeling brave enough to explore the rest of the little quarters. This felt like an intimate step and wasn't something that she wanted to take for granted. But curiosity eventually won out, and she ended up venturing into the bedroom, where a large four-poster with plush grey bedding sat empty. Her mind immediately began to play out many different scenarios that were very likely to take place, and she felt heat rise to her cheeks again.

The bathroom had an inviting looking tub, and feeling brave, she ended up taking a long, relaxing soak. His soap was musky, smelling of warm vanilla and amber, and she loved that her skin smelled like his after she was done. Not having clothing other than the Slytherin uniform she had worn that day, she decided to run the risk of aggravating Snape by opening the top drawer of his wardrobe. She helped herself to one of his grey nightshirts, which was a bit oversized on her. For simplicity's sake, she decided to forgo any sort of undergarments.

Cassie considered waiting for Snape on his bed, then decided that she'd let him invite her to it for the first time, hoping he wouldn't already be annoyed that she had used his bathtub and was wearing his pajamas. Instead, she picked out a rather ancient looking textbook on African medicinal elixirs and sat in front of the fire, trying to focus on something other than the fact that in less than an hour, he'd be back there with her.

Even though her entire purpose was to wait for him, she still jumped when she heard the door open. She shook slightly when she heard his heavy footsteps cross the threshold, the door close, and the lock click into place. Cassie stood, intending to place the tattered book back where she had found it, knowing he liked his collection organized.

"Hi," she greeted him breathlessly as she carefully put the text back, locking eyes with him. She watched as his black eyes moved down her entire body slowly, all the way down to the floor and then back up again.

"You certainly made yourself at home," he said curtly. She couldn't tell if he was pleased or repulsed by her current choice in clothing, the way he was looking at her. His mood had shifted in those brief hours since she had seen him, and maybe it was just having had to deal with students, but it was something she had worried about. Snape liked to overthink. She knew it was possible that he had sat at his desk the entire time, pretending to grade papers, when he was really convincing himself of all the reasons why the two of them being together would be a horrible idea.

"I thought that was the idea." Cassie sat back down in the chair she had been in while she had waited for him. She felt her emotional defenses going back up, not knowing what he was feeling.

He went to a cabinet near the bedroom door, pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glass tumblers, pouring a small amount into both. "I'm surprised you didn't find this," he mused, crossing the living area to hand her a glass.

"Should have given me another hour," she teased, taking a sip and grimacing at the taste. He stayed standing, watching her as he drank. "Will you sit down?"

"Why?" he asked.

"You're making me nervous."

"If you're nervous being here, Cassie, you're more than welcome to leave - "

"No, Severus, that's not what I meant." She finished what was in her glass, willing the alcohol that burned her throat to grant her some instant courage. She stood up, going to set it down on the coffee table so her hands were free. "I'm so grateful that you were open to letting me come in here, I am."

"Yes, and take extra care not to tell anyone, or that will be my job," he said, and Cassie scoffed.

"Of course I'm not going to tell anyone," she said. "I'm not stupid."

He didn't say anything, just continued to watch her carefully as he took another sip of the amber liquid. She assumed he was weighing his options, calculating his next move; the man was nothing if not meticulous, and she knew he was likely doubting his judgment. Cursing those nameless students that had earned detention for the evening, essentially ruining what they were doing not hours earlier, Cassie was starting to dread the idea that he might make her leave. All she wanted was for him to touch her again.

"Severus?" she asked meekly, breaking the silence between the two of them. He was still standing with his whiskey in hand. She was standing by the fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest defensively, suddenly feeling exposed standing in nothing but his nightshirt.

"Hmm?"

"Do you want me to leave?"

He took a deep breath, the seconds of silence before he answered seeming like an eternity to Cassie. But finally, he said, "No."

Cassie, who hadn't been expecting that response, laughed.

"What's so funny?" Snape spat, looking bitter, and she shook her head, crossing the room to him.

"Nothing's funny, Severus," She slowly took the tumbler from his hand, downing the last of his beverage and setting it down on the coffee table to join hers. "I'm thrilled."

"You're odd, Miss Black," he said lowly. His eyes locked on her as she reached up to his shoulders, her fingers going under his cloak and pushing it off of him. It fell to the floor in a heap, and without missing a beat, she reached up under his chin, starting to undo the first button of his frock coat.

"You really ought to stop calling me that," Cassie said, giving him a sly smile. She thought he might argue with her, maybe even protest the fact that she was starting to undress him. But his hands went to her shoulders, gently caressing them, then down her upper arms as she worked. Even the contact of his hands on such chaste places was sending exquisite shivers throughout her body.

Eventually, the many buttons were undone, and Cassie pushed the offending garment off of him, letting it join his black cloak on the floor. Snape stood before her a white dress shirt and his pants, and suddenly, Cassie found herself in that state of desperation that she had felt in his office not a few hours before. Gone was her calm, deliberate method of opening his buttons and letting him gently rub her arms as they just enjoyed each other's close proximity. She gripped the front of his white shirt and pulled, roughly guiding him towards the loveseat, and once he was in front of it, she pushed him down, making him sit. Before he could have the chance to question her actions, she joined him, going to straddle his hips, her legs spread wide as she settled her knees on either side of his thighs. She caught his lips in a passionate kiss and he returned it enthusiastically, and once again, the two of them were caught up in their frenzied venture, hands roaming freely, breathing starting to quicken with each passing second.

Cassie's hands went inside of Snape's shirt, and she started to explore his lean muscles, her hands gliding down his arms, his pecks, his stomach. She decided that piece of clothing also needed to go and pulled it off of him, her heart pounding swiftly against her chest as she eyed the growing bulge in his black pants. Feeling nervous, but not letting it get the best of her, she started on his belt buckle, but he caught her wrist in his hand to stop her.

"Cassie," he said, his low voice husky. "You don't have to - "

"Severus," she said, gently cutting him off, and then gave him a kiss, "You need to stop thinking so much." She moved her lips to his neck, and he let out a loud groan, so she continued to work at unbuckling his belt. Once it was open, she didn't hesitate to place a hand down his pants, gripping his swollen erection before he had a chance to think about it. He let out another moan at the contact, instinctively urging on her advances, and soon she had pulled his pulsing cock from its fabric confinement. She gave it a few slow pumps, and the look he gave her was one of pure animalistic hunger.

Cassie gasped when Snape's hand found its way under the hem of the nightshirt, and without any barrier to slow his advances, his long fingers were slowly stroking her wet, wanting folds.

"You didn't put on any underclothes," Snape croaked, his words now punctuated with panting.

"Severus," she gasped, biting at his neck, her hand still gripping his cock firmly, "Severus, please, I can't take it anymore!"

He gripped her wrist again, pulling her hand away from his groin, and pulled her up with him as he stood. For a second, she was afraid that he was going to stop their activities again. But to her delight, he grabbed the nightshirt and yanked it over her head, leaving her completely naked. He pushed down his pants and boxers, swiftly stepping out of them. Cassie felt a blush rise to her chest and cheeks, being completely naked like this with him for the first time, and he pulled her to him.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, tilting her chin up and catching her lips with his. He led her into the bedroom, and without ceremony, pushed her down onto the waiting bed, coming to settle himself between her legs. He started to caress her exposed breasts, and she started to squirm underneath him, feeling like she could barely handle waiting any longer. She felt like she was about to burst when she felt him slide one long, pale finger inside her. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips at the contact, and his thumb started to make slow, calculated circles around her clit. It wasn't long before she started to feel the pressure building in her belly under his experienced attentions. He was pumping his finger in and out of her rhythmically, and within minutes she was seeing stars, shaking from the intensity of his articulate touches.

Still trembling, Cassie reached for Snape, pulling him down to her and kissing him, letting him know without words how overjoyed she was to be there with him. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her hip, and she reached down, stroking him, making him inhale sharply.

"Cassie, you're sure?" he breathed, that brilliant mind of his never really shutting off completely.

"Severus, I want you so much!" she responded, and he let out a growl from deep within his chest, kissing her jaw as he readied himself at her entrance. He finally pushed himself inside of her, starting to thrust when she moaned his name in such a delicious way that he never wanted to stop hearing it. He tried to take his time, to make this moment last, but they were both getting so caught up in it that neither one of them had much control. Either way, Cassie found herself shaking in ecstasy, coming for the second time in a matter of minutes, her walls contracting around his thick member, making him finish soon after.

Snape pushed himself off of Cassie, rolling onto his side so he could face her, both of them trying to catch their breath as they looked at one another. She wanted to say something but didn't know what that something was to say. She snuggled up to him, burying her face in his neck and taking in his scent. His skin was sweaty from the activities they had just partaken in, and she loved it. They were silent for a few minutes, just lying in each other's arms blissfully. But, someone had to speak first, and reality always had to come crashing back.

"Cassie," Snape said, his low voice like music to her ears, although she knew she might not like he was about to say. "I have to patrol the corridors for a few hours, I'm sorry."

Cassie sighed. "I suppose I can't convince you to skip it."

"You can stay here for the time being if you'd like."

"I'll stay," she said, and he started to sit up. "But you'll come right back, won't you?"

"Where else would I go?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She shrugged.

"I don't know. I just want you near me, is all. It's been a rough day."

"Well, hopefully, it hasn't been all bad," Snape said as he left to fetch his clothes that were lying in other rooms. Cassie, who had just been enjoying seeing his naked backside as he walked, burst out laughing.

"Severus Snape, did you just make a joke?" she asked, giggling. He came back in the bedroom, his pants now on, his shirt partially buttoned.

"Just try to get some rest, will you? I don't know if I can justify letting you skip classes again tomorrow, and I don't intend on letting you sleep when I get back from patrolling," he responded, and Cassie started laughing again. Snape's demeanor rarely changed beyond pissed off or stoic, but as she watched him leave, she could have sworn he had the tiniest bounce in his step as he went.