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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 18, 2006 2:39:50 GMT
Apronia knocked nervously on the heavy oak door that connected the Professor's office to the Ancient Runes classroom. He was currently holding office hours, but she was banking on his formidable demeanor to catch him alone.
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Post by professorsnape on Jul 18, 2006 2:49:18 GMT
"Enter!" he intoned, setting aside his quill and fixing a scowl on his face, wondering who dared disturb him.
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 18, 2006 2:52:38 GMT
"Hello, Professor." she said calmly, smiling and approaching his desk, feeling just a bit of nervousness flutter in her stomach, momentarily stopping her mouth, though her brain continued to run. It seems you've been following my research, she wanted to say, and as you are an apt wizard, I was wondering what you thought of these. she would hand him her equations and genetic charts for breeding superior hybrids. "Er," she said instead, suddenly captivated by the movements of his robes as he arose.
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Post by professorsnape on Jul 18, 2006 3:07:12 GMT
"Yes?" he raises an intimidating eyebrow at her. "Did you come here for a purpose or merely to waste my valuable time?" his mouth holds onto half a smirk as he wonders what her response will be. Know thy enemy, and although Severus hasn't had a real enemy in years, he is in the habit of testing those around him anyway.
Her amberdark eyes are wide and stricken as he holds them steadily.
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 18, 2006 3:08:45 GMT
Apronia begins to turn away automatically, feeling stricken at the casual dismissal. Then her anger flares and she whirls, swinging a fist at Severus's head wildly.
"Why do you always have to be such a bastard?!" she yells.
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Post by professorsnape on Jul 18, 2006 3:13:26 GMT
Severus catches her arm as she whirls, pins her against the wall, breathing adrenaline heavy right into her cheek. She is panting back at him and her lips are coral against her tan skin. His dark, dark eyes are caught against her lips and his mind has stopped there. He is vulnerable.
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 18, 2006 3:16:10 GMT
His hand meets hers perfectly, blocking her strike. The stone is suddenly cold down her back and she sees his eyes locked on her mouth. She is arching against his restraining hold on her wrists before she quite knows what she is about and her lips meet his desperately.
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Post by professorsnape on Jul 18, 2006 3:18:52 GMT
He is frozen for a moment, surprised by the change in the nature of her assault. Unpredictable little vixen, he thinks, and then she has captured his lip between her teeth and is threatening to bite.
Her arch is so perfect against him that for a shoulder-wrenching moment he cannot register his grasp on her wrists. As she nips his lower lip, he realizes he has her pinned uncomfortably, and releases his hold to grasp her better, lower, pulling her flush against him, trying to eliminate any space between them. His fingers bruise her flesh indelicately and her gutteral sound (halfway to growl) spurs him on. It has been long, long years since anyone has dared to touch him this way without his permission and he is aroused not just by her body, but by her combative approach, as if she is trying to conquer him.
The battle is joined. he thinks, and opens his lips to her.
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 18, 2006 3:22:22 GMT
Apronia is desperate for contact. She hears pings against the floor as she rips buttons off his robes. He murmurs something about students against her lips; she finds her wand, gasping as his lips leave hers to bite down her neck.
"Inviolas!." she casts, pauses to hiss as he leaves a bruise over her collarbone, "Silencio totalis!" and carelessly tosses aside her wand to recapture his lips.
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Post by professorsnape on Jul 18, 2006 3:54:10 GMT
His robes gape open, missing buttons, but he can't care. He growls, very low, and tosses her into his desk. Her startled gaze meets his for a moment and then he is back with her, just as careless with her robes as she was with his.
Their kisses are half-passion, half-battle, and he enjoys countering each attempt she makes to dominate him. Of course he realizes he cannot win, for he is just as ensnared by this sudden fire as is she, but he can, and does, keep the upper hand, reading her movements as she unconsciously cries for a nibble here, a press of his hand just there, a little pressure applied. Her hands press desperately against his chest, clutch at his back, his hair, tear at his clothing.
He tosses his head back in a waterfall of dark hair as she manages to expose a shoulder and sinks her teeth into it, almost vengeful, definitely lost. As she wraps around him, impossibly tight limbs curling implacably, he sweeps essays, inkwells and a guttering candle off of his desk and presses her firmly down against it.
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Post by Prof. Algernon Moncrieff on Jul 18, 2006 12:18:31 GMT
(( Keep this rated PG-13, guys  We're a family site.)) |
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 18, 2006 19:50:21 GMT
((Fear not, that's as far as we're going to take it. Hormonal teenage minds know what happens in the interim, haha))
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