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At first it was an idle thought. Mere curiosity. Over time, it built in intensity, becoming almost intrusive in its persistence.
Night times were the worst. Her body painted against his, pressing tightly to his frame. Hips bracketing hips, groin nudged tightly against velvety soft skin. Spooned against each other. A hand sliding around to hold them in place whilst thoughts ran wild. Imagining that subtle nudge progressing. The slick slide along that cleft of creamy skin, then giving way to tight, warm, virgin heat.
Pausing, stilling. Giving time for adjustment. Of cut-off breaths, and muffled gasps. Then pressing forward, ever forward, insinuating firmness into forbidden flesh. Rocking incrementally until there is nothing more separating them. Then drawing back, pulling hesitant moans from reluctant lips. Building rhythm as all shame washes away in a sea of delicious sensation.
Pleasure derailing modesty, stealing thought and coherence, leaving a galaxy of strung-out neurones desperate and begging- for harder, for more, for release. The involuntary fluttering of guardian muscle, then the spill of pearly white announcing completion.
Harrie shudders as her fantasy plays out behind her eyelids, unable to resist a subtle thrust of her hips against his gorgeous arse. Wondering what it would feel like to fuck him like he fucks her. Knowing this is as close as she will get, but still wanting more.
“Be still, woman.” It is little more than a quiet rumble, but it halts her movements immediately. Severus can never know that her sudden desire to spoon him was ever anything more than enjoying the feel of him against her. But then his body shifts. She feels his arse wriggling against her front, and she is pulled helplessly back into her reverie, imagining herself fucking into him. She grinds furtively into him, letting her hand trail over his chest, and pulling him harder against her.
A warm chuckle erupts from him, as his large hand slides back, squeezing her butt cheek and clamping her closer. “Insatiable.” He pats her arse, then nuzzles his pillow as he returns to sleep.
Breath rushes out of her as she tries to calm herself, to persuade her flesh to ignore these ridiculous urges. She allows herself to rest her head into the crook of his neck where the scent of him is strongest, but she knows sleep will not come easily tonight.