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works/151339.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lily_Evans/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Lily_Evans
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Sexual_Fantasy, Plot_What_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-04-28 Words: 770
****** Awake Again ******
by shyfoxling
Summary
     Sometimes a good orgasm will help a girl get to sleep... but not
     always.
Notes
     Unbetaed comment porn for hp_wankfest. Don't take it too seriously.
Awake. Again. It was two in the morning and quarter of seven came hideously
early. She needed to sleep. She had to sleep. But lately Lily had often found
it difficult. Instead, she lay awake thinking far too much, daydreaming, if you
could call it that when the sun was long past setting and in fact closer to
rising again.
Somehow she couldn't stop her mind wandering off into imagining some of the
boys in her year in great detail -- at least, as great of detail as she was
familiar with, which wasn't everything, she knew, but her mind seemed to be
doing its best to fill in the gaps. There was Black (small pang of guilt -- but
what girl didn't fancy him at least a little?); there was Potter, who for all
his obnoxious attitude was really quite fit (larger pang of guilt); and there
was even Severus (still larger pang, but mixed with something else sort of warm
and squishy).
It was even worse since a couple of weeks ago when she had tried kissing
Severus. She had pulled on his sleeve and stopped him as they walked out to the
grounds for a breath of air after dinner, and all he had got out was "Lily,
what--" before she pressed her mouth to his. She had almost missed, in fact. It
was brief and a little sloppy and it had made him blush an adorable shade of
deep pink she wouldn't have thought possible.
And so Lily would lie there, feeling antsy and frustrated, not sure what her
body was trying to tell her. Sometimes, she tried masturbating just to expend
some of the pent-up energy, but it wasn't always effective. Sometimes she got
bored before she got anywhere. It was usually worth at least a try, though, so
tonight, as on other nights, she licked the tips of the fingers of her right
hand and dipped them between her legs and into her knickers.
But tonight, she had a new thought: what if -- what if Sev were to...
And oh, what a lovely thought that was. Lily imagined him lying here next to
her, her leg resting atop his, his fingers now stroking gently back and forth,
now circling her clitoris, now dipping inside to touch wetness. She knew just
how he would look: lips slightly parted, dark eyes locked to hers, strands of
hair falling carelessly into his face as he watched her every facial
expression. He would look as though he couldn't believe he were doing this, and
his eyes would ask silent permission for every touch and movement.
And Lily would give it every time, every minute, every second. Of course she
would; now that she thought of it, she knew she'd only want more. With thumb
and forefinger she pinched and tugged gently, then with middle finger circled
firmly and faster. She thought about how he would lean in to kiss her, and then
his tongue and his hand would be drawing beautiful parallel motions above and
below. How she would rest her fingertips briefly, softly on his wrist as he
fingered her, to say yes, I know it's you, you doing this, Severus, love, oh--
! How in putting her hand there or in taking it away again, she would brush
against him, find him hard, amazingly hard, just from touching her and hearing
her gasping breaths.
And then -- she hardly knew what she was thinking, how it would work, how it
could work and everything all fit together -- she thought about pushing him
back and settling atop him. She reached back behind her leg with her left hand
and inserted first one and then two fingers, thrusting them slowly while her
right hand still worked at her clit. Lily was surprised at how wet she was. It
had never been like this before, so hot and smooth and never needing to lick
her fingers to get more lubrication.
She thought about how the warm devotion she always saw in those eyes would
flare into searing desire as she took him inside her. She pressed in hard with
her left hand, slicking her fingers to the knuckles, and thought about how much
more it would be when she pinned Severus down by the wrists and the arch of his
back made him thrust deep as they moved and how she would lean down and brush
his lips with hers and whisper his name against them, oh, Sev, Severus, God,
this is so amaz--
And so it was that fifteen-year-old Lily Evans discovered there was indeed such
a thing as a screaming orgasm.
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