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100 Days Ok, to set this up, Buffy has realized two things up to this point 1) Severus loves Lily and he has no hope of getting her on his own, and 2) he’s got the knowledge she needs to protect herself magically, and perhaps get home. Scene from breakfast… Daring a glance, he tilted his head and looked over at Lily at the Gryffindor table. Merlin help him, he wanted her. His body wanted to push into hers, to trap her against the closest wall, to tear her from her clothing and rut mindlessly. He had every confidence he was capable of accomplishing that much. But any other man his age could do as well. Therefore, in his current state, he would be utterly replaceable. That thought sickened him. He wanted to be a superior lover. He wanted to take her to levels of bliss as yet unattained by others, to draw it out, let it recede and draw it out again until she begged for release; he wanted to drag her screaming his name through all the pleasure palaces of the world. Less would never do. More than anything, Severus Snape needed to be distinctive. Special. The very best. And the Summers girl seemed to knew things about life he didn’t. Many things. She was an American, after all, and he’d heard things about them. No doubt she was the kind of girl who had had numerous lovers by now. He felt certain she could educate him about women, sex, relationships—all of it, or at least start him on the path to sexual mastery—if only he could find a way to make her want to teach him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scene from a few days later… hopefully showing that they’re on the same wave length… B: You love her very much. But she can’t see you. S: Whom? B: Lily Evans. S: Once. Perhaps. B: Your body tenses up. Your breathing changes. Sometimes, you even repeat yourself when she walks by. Shall I go on, oh unaffected one? S: Even if I… We were friends for many years. And admittedly, I loved her. But I got angry… B: Said something stupid? S: She hates me now. B: I can help you…with that…if you want me to… S: At what cost to me? B: I want 3 things from you: 1) I need to learn to duel. I want you to teach me to cast the curses you know— S: All of them? B: What’s wrong with that? S: We’ll negotiate a number. I’m not giving you all of them. B: Secondly, I need to learn occlumency. S: What makes you think I know occlumency? B: Don’t you? S: You mentioned a third requirement? B: Help me get caught up in my classes. Severus remained perfectly still. Impassive. He allowed the silence to fill the space between them, to fill up the room, to speak his displeasure for him. He expected her to sense his preference not to become her tutor and either attempt to cajole him, or to remove her last demand from the table. She surprised him. He didn’t let it show. “In exchange,” Buffy began comfortably, “while you’re teaching me magic I’ll be teaching you how to take what you’ve got and turn it into what girls look for in a guy—what we like and how we like it. Then, we’ll pretend to have a secret affair. Of course, people will suspect, but we’ll deny it until the last…possible…minute. By then, the story will have spread through the school and everyone will be watching, trying to figure out what’s going on with us. We’ll have picked a time and place to make it public—on our own terms—the Halloween masque, maybe. After that, I’ll tell Lily, and anyone else who’ll listen how amazing you are until they’re sick of hearing about the greatness of you. We’ll have what sounds like a cozy, candlelit, fiery little Christmas break here at the castle while everyone else is gone. Easter’s on April 18th, so we should probably start to drift apart some time in the middle of March, and break up about a week before Easter break starts. Then, we’ll part as friends, and she’ll be yours for the asking.” “I don’t know, Summers.” “Just imagine the end of term holiday you’ll have.” Inwardly impressed by her strategy, and yet, unwilling to express it aloud, he frowned. “Is a feigned affair all I’ll receive for devoting a significant portion of my days—every day for seven months—buoying your pathetic study skills?” “Have I forgotten something?” “I—” “What?” Through tensed lungs, throat, and jaw, he stated, “You will teach me to please her.” “Uh yeah, duh. Isn’t that what we’ve just been talking about?” She was toying with him. No one could be that obtuse. Yet, if so, her typically expressive face gave nothing away. Damn it. “You will teach me to fuck her the way she’d like to be fucked.” Adamant, Summers shook her head. “No.” “No, what?” “No, I’m not having sex with you.” “If I’m so offensive, then why—“ “God, Snape, it’s not personal. I won’t have sex with anyone who’s not only not in love with me, but totally in love with someone else. Sorry. Never going to happen.” “Then we’re at an impasse. You are unwilling to compromise,” he said, his eyes full of disdain, “and I need to be certain that I exceed Lily’s expectations in bed.” She laughed. “Unwilling to compromise? On this? Pretty much. Unless…” An eyebrow flicked. “Yes?” “I could tell you how. Explain how a woman’s body works—fully clothed explaining.” Reserved to the point of painful shyness, Severus hated having this conversation and resented Summers for forcing him to talk about these things. He also loathed the idea that she might guess his inexperience. “What about kissing?” he demanded. Without a word, she moved closer to him. He fought down the urge to back away. Was this a test of his nerve? Slowly, she touched his chest and murmured, “Relax your lips.” He bit back a surprised gasp, but forced himself to remain perfectly still. Sliding both hands up over his pectoral muscles, his collar bones, his throat, and higher, over his cheeks, she gently combed his hair back from the sides of his face. “Are you sure?” she asked, her gaze resting on his mouth. He licked his lips nervously, knowing that if this kiss took place, it would seal the pact between them. She began massaging the scalp beneath her fingers, almost tenderly urging him closer. “Be my fake lover, Snape. Or not. Going once. Going twice.” “Why would you help me?” he whispered in a smaller voice than he’d intended. She released his hair and it fell forward, covering his cheeks, framing his eyes, nose and lips. Running her hands over his shoulders and back, she gripped his hips and tugged him forward against her. His stiff cock jerked against her belly. “Is that a ‘yes’?” she asked, her warm, sweet breath tantalizing his skin. Summers’ pert little breasts pressed against his chest. Her hips cradled him just below his erection. Sensation sang throughout his entire body. Still, he kept his hands pinned to his sides. “Why?” he demanded once more. She lifted herself up on her toes and brushed her lips over his. Her tongue teased the seam between his taut upper and bottom lips. “Say the word.” “Say my name,” he countered. She smiled against the corner of his mouth. “Say it!” “Severus.” The warmth of her body against his, the sweet scent of her skin, and the sound of his name on her lips, sent a rush of tingles through his body. Instantly, he was wary. This was foreign, simultaneously so very right and so very wrong. Right action. Wrong woman. But, regardless of his deep affection for Lily, he clearly wanted Summers and she knew it. Humiliation fueled a strong urge to push her away, to escape. Familiar anger rose in him, flushing his pallid face, icing over his wretched neediness. Snape groaned and shoved at her shoulders. “No. Not…good enough.” She took another step back, staring at him in stunned silence. Recovering, with a little sigh she shrugged. “It’s fine. No big. James and Rems… They’re always willing to help me.” Despite the mortifying erection, which seemed perversely unwilling to abate, Snape crossed his arms and peered down at her imperiously. “If that’s the case, perhaps you should be offering up your dubious charms to them.” Tormenting him with a playful shrug and a slow, debauched smile, she pivoted and narrowed the distance to the door in short, sharp raps of heels against stone. Biting back a curse, he took a deep breath and stopped her exit with softly spoken, silky words. “Tell me why you would do this for me. I must know.” “I would do it because underneath all your caustic noise, you are a good man, Severus Snape. And even though you’re really crappy at it, it’s clear that you love her with everything you’ve got. I think you’ve earned the right to a little happiness.” “What about Potter?” “James cares for her, but it’s not love yet. Finding someone comes easily to him. He’ll be fine.” Back to 'sita's Notes |
