Set before ch 51. One last romp before this series ends. *The title is a lyric from the Weezer song 'Smile'.

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Cool fingertips danced over her fevered flesh.

"How did I warrant you?" He murmured.

"Warrant? Don't you mean how did I befall you? Such a decent fellow. Cursed with a bratty redhead like
myself. The bane of your existence, and you're hopelessly drawn to me."

"There is such loveliness to you."

"And?"

"And I am not."

"Not what? Lovely? Says YOU."

Severus Snape made an exasperated face. "It's not very manly to be called lovely."

"Big tough noogies, Cranky Pants."

He rolled his eyes.

"But I don't think that's it. The loveliness. No. We share common darkness."

He actually smiled at her. It was sort of scary. Made Willow think he was up to something. Exams were long
since completed. It was the students' last night at the school, and the annoying little brat had snuck into his
chambers. She and her pink pajamas were firmly ensconced in his bed.

And he would have her no place else.

"These are very silly little pajamas." He said as he began unbuttoning her top. He kissed her lightly, his rough
hand sliding over her now-bare breast. "Very silly, indeed."

"Well, I think your pants are kinda silly."

"Indeed?" He said as he started nipped her smooth throat with his teeth and sliding his thumb across her
nipple in a more insistent manner. "Thought my pants were cranky."

"Tonight... silly. Annoyingly... in the way..." Willows hands shoved his bed robe off of his shoulders and began
fumbling with the buttons on his sleeping attire.

This was the first time he had touched her since Christmas. Well, not touched, but TOUCHED. Willow was
about ready to pop. This wasn't going to take long. They might have to do it more than once. A button popped
off of his pajama top in her haste.

"Patience, little red. Must you always be ripping things?"

"You make me frenzied. Sorry."

"I suppose that little compliment is supposed to make up for the destruction to my wardrobe." He murmured
against her throat.

"Well, if you make with the making already, maybe I wouldn't be so impatient. You TEASE, Severus. And I'm
so not about the teasing right now. I'm good to go here."

To illustrate her point she grabbed his hand and shoved it down her pajama pants and underwear. He was a
bit shocked by her boldness. And at the same time pleased.

"I was good to go the second I looked at you. You don't have to warm me up."

He decided to oblige her. One long tapered finger slid up into her body as he flicked his thumb demandingly
across the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He was rewarded almost instantly. She hadn't been
kidding when she had said she was 'good to go'. Just those slight touches from him had the redhead arching
her back in orgasm.

"Well."

"It's been far too long since you've touched me there, Severus."

"You have an appalling potty mouth in the bedroom, did you know?"

"Will you just make with the actual sex? I want you in these thighs."

"You're positively indecent."

"I know." She said rather insincerely. "Will you just fuck me now?"

"Dirty mouth."

"We established that. There should be more insertion going on here. Pants. Off. Sex. Now."

"So impatient."

"Such a tease."

"Tease?" He growled as he rid himself of the rest of his clothing and got to her 'more insertion'. "I'll show you
tease."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"Well..." He said as he started an agonizing pace at a very odd angle. "We can't always get what we want,
now can we?"

Willow grinned. "I dunno about that." She leaned up and bit his neck... hard.

Snape growled and laid into to her with a bit of wild abandon. Willow was certain she might get whiplash from
it. It didn't take long for her to be pushed completely over the brink again. Bright spots exploded behind her
eyelids, and she screeched his name, but since he was far from finished, the sensations kept washing over
her like violent waves crashing on rocks in a storm. Currents of pleasure overtook her again, and she started
babbling incoherently. He body was shaking so hard Willow thought she might land them right out of the bed.
And still he showed few signs of slowing. This would be the end of her. Death by pleasure. Not a bad way to
go really.

Sweat was pouring off of him as he continued to slam his body into hers with fever.

"Tell me that you love me."

It was whispered so light, she almost didn't hear him. Willow blinked, her comprehension slowed by her
ecstasy. His voice had been strained as if he were waiting to hear it, holding back until the words were there.

"You said it once..."

"Oh Goddess..." She gasped harshly. "You know that I do."

"Say it." He hissed in a hoarse whisper.

"Against my better judgment... I do love you."

"Merlin, save me from annoying pixies, but I love you, Rosenberg. Forever."

He spilled into her then with a violent hiss of air before he collapsed on top of her.

Willow laid there with wide eyes. His body was heavy on hers, but she hardly cared. Snape raised up
suddenly, looking a bit nervous and uncomfortable. He rolled off of her and laid on his back. Willow felt very
cold without him wrapped around her, as ironic as that seemed.

"I..." Snape began.

"Shhh." She placed her fingertips over his lips. She could deal with forever. With his mood swings she'd never
be bored. And that was of the good.

"I..."

"Shhh. I'm not going anywhere." Willow said as she leaned over him a bit and snuggled into his side. "I can
deal with forever."

He smiled again.

"You know, maybe you shouldn't smile." She remarked as she traced a finger along his thin and normally
scowly upper lip.

"What?"

"It's kinda devious-like. People will think you're up to something."

"Perhaps I am." He murmured as his fingertips danced across her skin lightly.

Willow giggled and drew his mouth to hers.

This was going to be interesting.

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