sweater

So what transpired after our Red and Cranky Pants ran off in chapter 35?

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"Do you know what the punishment for premature evacuation is?" Snape hissed into her hair as soon as he
closed the door to his chambers behind them.

"Wh-what?" Willow said with a giggle. Premature what?

His arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "I said EVACUATION. As in yours, this morning."

"Oh."

His hand strayed over her breast and she arched backwards against him.

"Oh!"

Her head lolled to the side as his mouth traveled along her neck. It wasn't dark like last night. It was by no
means light in there, the curtains still being drawn, but there was a fire, a few candles, a torch or two, and
muted light from the places the drapes weren't. So Willow took the time to take a quick look around before
her senses got so out of control she wouldn't notice anything but the man with her.

There were lots of books.

And that was about all she got to before his hand slid down the waist of her pants and underwear, making
her arch back against him again with a fevered moan. Willow tried to turn around but he wasn't having it. He
continued to hold her in place and torture her.

She gasped when Snape suddenly grabbed the sleeves of her sweater and yanked them down over her
hands. In another deft movement he crossed her arms across her middle and tied the sleeves behind her
back. Much like a straight jacket.

Willow spun around. "Hey!"

He was smirking... evilly and laughing a bit. She looked so lovely and silly at the same time. The sweater
had her bound and her pants were gaping open at the fly showing a bit of pink lace panties. Snape sat
down on the small sofa in his sitting room and lounged back a bit.

"This isn't funny."

"Wasn't meant to be. Just turned out that way... for one of us."

"Undo it!"

"I don't think I shall."

"Severus..."

"Show me how resourceful you are, little red."

"What?"

"Adapt, improvise, and overcome."

Willow glared at him. Adapt, improvise, and overcome. She could do this. She shuffled over to stand before
him.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "What an appealing walk that was. Very sensual." He said dryly.

Willow raised an eyebrow right back at him before she lifted a leg and straddled him. She began with light
nips to his lips before moving across his cheek to fasten her mouth on his pulse point. She pulled at the
skin with her teeth, and he hissed.

"Interesting."

She traveled up and took his earlobe in her teeth and pulled at it gently. "It gets better." She traced her
tongue along the edge of his ear. "But you really need to get this sweater off of me."

"I'm afraid you'll just have to make do, Rosenberg." He said with a chuckle. "That's the punishment for
premature evacuation."

Willow actually growled. She ground her hips down on his in frustration. Snape hissed through his teeth on
that one. Willow looked him in the eye. She slowly raised one brow. She situated herself so that her knees
rested on either side of his hips, much to his groaning and moaning.

"Cease your wriggling about." He snapped.

"You could always take the sweater off." She said sweetly, moving again ever so slightly.

"No." He snapped through his teeth.

"You're only making this hard on yourself." Willow said with a wicked gleam in her eye before she rocked
her hips against his. "Very hard."

He shut his eyes and moaned.

"Take the sweater away."

"No."

She rolled her hips in a circle eliciting a sharp gasp from him. "Please." She whispered in his ear.

"No."

Willow started rocking herself against him in a slow rhythm. "Please, Severus."

"Beg... harder." Snape panted.

She moved faster. "Please!" Willow shouted. She needed more.

He growled and before she knew what was going on, he had her on her back on the sofa. Her pants and
underwear were quite gone, tossed halfway across the room with one violent jerk, and he was pushing
inside of her with a hiss.

"Oh." Willow arched her back to meet him. "Oh yessssssss."

He buried his face in the patch of skin between the base of her neck and her shoulder. "Hiss again." He
murmured as his movements became a bit more jerky.

Willow was too busy panting for air, until he shifted a bit and was hitting someplace in her body no one had
ever gotten to before. She screamed.

"Are you all right?" His voice was trembling just a bit.

"Yessssssssss. Oh Goddessssssssssss. Yessssssssssssss."

He chuckled a bit as his mouth claimed hers. She was very vocal about things in the bedroom. He sort of
liked that. Made him feel like he was doing something right. Not that he didn't remember his way around a
woman. He just liked the confirmation.

Willow was spinning. Her body was starting to shake even more than it already was. How did he seem to
know her so well already? He was playing her like a damn instrument. She didn't know whether to love him
or hate him for it. As her body started to quake a bit, she decided love was definitely the order of the day.
He stiffened above her with nary a whimper, and Willow had to wonder why he was so quiet.

Snape adjusted the two of them on the tiny sofa, or he tried to. He didn't want to smash her. She was so
little. Delicate. Well, perhaps not delicate. Her teasing earlier had been anything but. He had no idea what
was going on in his head. He seemed to get so mindless when she was about. He had nothing to offer such
a beautiful little creature but himself. He didn't think that was so much. Not a very fair trade. It was a bit
funny, but he was starting to realize that was all she wanted - him.

She moaned a bit and tried to get comfortable.

"Perhaps the bed?"

"Perhaps the removal of the sweater?"

"Not yet." He swept her up in his arms.

"Severus..." She whined.

"Don't whine. It's obnoxious. I can't abide by it."

"But I want to TOUCH you." She whispered in his ear before sticking the tip of her tongue in it.

He laid her on the bed and put his face as close to hers as he could without touching her. She leaned up
and tried for his mouth with her own. He pulled back suddenly.

"Not yet." Was all she got.

Willow growled. She started struggling to get out of the now offending sweater that she was vowing to never
wear again because it had so thwarted her today.

Snape just leaned back and watched her. She really was annoying. There was no way she was getting out
of it, but he didn't mind watching her wriggle about on his bed with no pants on.

"You are gonna be one sorry individual when I get out of this, mister." She said in a very frustrated tone.

He laid on his side next to her and propped himself up on one arm. "Is that so, little red?"

"It IS so." She said with a grunt as she continued her struggle to no avail.

Snape chuckled. Determined little brat. "You'll wear yourself out."

"So?"

He leaned up to her ear. "Wouldn't you rather let me do that for you?"

Willow froze as she felt fingertips slide over her bare abdomen. "Well ok. If you really want to." Her eyes
were wide.

"I would have thought that was obvious by now." He hissed right before his mouth attached itself to her
throat.

"Mmmm."

Then those fingertips slid down into place that made all the thoughts in Willow's brain mushed together in a
tight ball the whoosh around in a swirl.

"Oh."

Fingers and that thumb. That thumb on all the nerves at the meeting of her thighs.

"Oh."

In and out and faster. And, oh, she couldn't really think.

"Oh!"

Everything was pulling down and in. Very tightly drawn.

"Oh!"

"Hiss for me, little red."

"SSSSSSSEVERUSSSSS!"

She arched her hips off the bed. Willow fell back with a panting breath. She was very sweaty right now. And
shaking like crazy. Goddess, he really WAS going to wear her out.

How had he managed that so quickly? It was he knew just where to touch and just how to do so. She was
laying there blinking when she felt the bed shift. She looked over. He'd disrobed and was getting back into
the bed with her. He pulled a blanket up over the two of them and began kissing her.

"You smell of vanilla and sex." Snape murmured. His voice was like velvet. It melted over her like sunshine.

Willow blinked. Ok, she knew the man was sexy, but this was a little mind-altering. His voice was causing
little prickles of desire to reform in the pit of her stomach.

"Take away the sweater."

"No."

Willow growled again. Enough was enough. She managed to force him on his back somehow, not that
Snape was struggling against her that hard. She impaled herself on him.

"OH BLOODY HELL!"

She raised up and slid back down. His breath hitched.

"Take away the sweater."

"No." He gritted.

Willow started a jarring pace with him... that she stopped after a few minutes, when it became quite clear
he was getting there.

"Rosenberg..." Snape growled.

"My name is Willow." She whispered, slowly rising and falling again.

He groaned in a way that sounded somewhere on the fine line between agony and ecstasy.

"Say it." She rose almost to the point of no contact.

"Wh-what?"

"Say my name."

"Rosenberg."

She growled and pumped herself down onto him a few more times before stopping again. He grabbed her
hips harshly and tried to move her.

"CEASE YOUR TEASING!"

"SAY MY NAME, BITCH!"

There was a tense moment of silence before he whispered...

"Willow."

She began moving again.

"Willow."

Her pace became more frantic, and his hands began digging in her hips.

"Willow." He growled.

He quite shocked her then by reaching between their bodies and pinching that little bundle of nerves
between her legs. Willow was rocketed right back in to Orgasmland. She gave a soundless scream as she
continued her rise and fall.

"WILLOW!"

She collapsed like a wet noodle on his chest, panting and shaking.

"Oh Goddess." She whispered.

He just tilted her face to his and kissed her. Slowly, leisurely. As if he wanted to learn every inch of her
mouth.

"Never leave my bed again without waking me first."

"Ok."

"Swear it." Snape growled.

"Fine. I swear it. Geez. Possessive much or anything?"

"You have no idea."

"Have I been sufficiently reprimanded? Can we take the sweater off now?"

"No."