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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Daryl_Dixon/Beth_Greene
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Season/Series_02
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-19 Words: 3381
****** sixteen ******
by ronsparkyspeirs
Summary
     S2 AU in which we pretend that the farm was never overrun. also, no
     pet walkers in the barn either.
     “There’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls…”
Notes
     i wrote this with the mentality of a girl caught between two worlds,
     one being childhood and the other being womanhood. it's about a girl
     that knows what she wants, and what she wants is sex with this
     attractive guy, who's cool and sort of dangerous. it's about a woman/
     girl testing her limits and forming a slight bond and something a
     little deeper with this guy she doesn't really know but at the same
     time she knows there's something about him that she likes.
She’s sixteen when the world as she knows it shifts on its axis. The dead are
rising and her daddy says it’s all God’s judgement, punishment for the sinners;
when her momma gets the fever she asks her daddy, is this punishment too?
No, but it’s God’s plan.
She’s sixteen and a half when a group of strangers come and live on her farm.
Stay away, her daddy warns, they’re dangerous; but any time a message needs to
delivered for the group, she’s the first one to volunteer.
They’re different and exciting, all she’s ever known is Jimmy and the pious
folk from church. Nice, decent people that drank sweet tea and married their
high school sweetheart; boring people who never did anything. The group is loud
and the women are nothing like her momma, maybe Lori, but certainly not Andrea.
All the men carry guns and one of them even carries a crossbow, Daryl, she
heard Mr. Grimes call him.
He does look dangerous, leather and scowls and a shiny motorcycle; he’s
everything her daddy warned her when she would go out to parties. But he’s the
one that catches her eye the most, he looks like a wolf most of the time, his
eyes warily watching everyone and it’s thrilling in a way Beth never thought
possible. She stares at his hands whenever he's near, they look hard and
calloused, a man's hands; makes her shiver when she thinks about those hands
gripping her hips, turning her over and slapping her ass.
In the dark of night she slips her thin fingers between the waistband of her
panties and rubs her swollen lips as she thinks of Daryl, she tries to muffle
her moans as she lays in her childhood bed, with the pink sheets and the
stuffed animals watching her. She turns over and presses her face against her
pillow, and she comes with a groan as she thinks of a hundred different ways to
make Daryl hers.
A few weeks pass by and slowly her daddy is more welcoming of Rick and his
group, they’re allowed in the house and sometimes even Daryl sits outside in
the porch. She takes to going outside more often than not, she spritz coconut
scented body spray on and hopes Daryl can smell it when she breezes by him,
casual-like with her long hair flowing behind her. She thinks she’s being
obvious and is waiting for the day that Maggie will call her out on her
behavior, but she never does and neither does anyone else; they’re too worried
about fortifying defenses around the farm and about Lori and the baby, which is
just fine in Beth’s mind because it makes her bolder.
One day she walks out by near the barn where Daryl keeps his motorcycle parked,
she has a plan and Beth is nothing if not patient. She goes while everyone else
is having supper, including Jimmy; poor Jimmy, she thinks, but so what, it’s
not like they’re married or anything. She’s wearing her hair in one long braid
and she even put on a little lip gloss, she doesn’t think it’ll help but then
again she’s not counting on the lip gloss to get her what she wants.
She’s running her hand over the worn leather of the seat when she hears
footsteps behind her, followed by a gruff voice.
“What you doing out here girl?” he asks, and when she turns around he’s
squinting at her, a scowl on his face.
She shrugs, “Just looking,” and she widens her eyes and lets her mouth slip
open just a little bit, “I’ve never ridden one before,“ she tells him and she
knows that he gets her double meaning when his cheeks flush red before he
grunts in response.
“Best get back to your house, don’t want your daddy grounding you or nothing,”
he says snidely, and she huffs in anger because this is not how this is
supposed to be going.  
“I can come outside if I want to,” she responds, and crosses her arms in front
of her chest at the amused look that passes over his face.
“Your little boyfriend know you out here then?” he asks as he digs in his vest
for what turns out to be a pack of cigarettes, he slips one in between his lips
and Beth knows what image she’ll be touching herself to that night.
“I don’t need permission,” she says and pointedly ignores his glare as she
leans against his bike. He exhales smoke out his nose and she rubs her hand up
and down one of the handlebars, “can you take me for a ride?” she asks, looking
up at him through her lashes. He clenches his jaw and throws his cigarette to
the ground, stomping on it to put it out.
“What are you playing at girl?” his voice is raspy and Beth knows that if she
doesn’t play it right he’ll get angry and most likely just leave her there by
her lonesome.
“Nothing,” she says sweetly, she pushes herself away from the bike and walks a
couple of steps so she’s standing barely a foot away from him, his body tenses
as Beth reaches a hand out to land on his crotch, she gives him a tight squeeze
and he inhales sharply, “and my name’s Beth,” she tells him.
Just as she’s about to grasp his zipper Maggie yells for Beth from the front
porch of the house, the sound makes Daryl jump about five feet away from her
and it makes Beth giggle, “Calm down, they can’t see us from here.”
“There ain’t nothing to see,” he says angrily, and turns to walk away.
Beth frowns, “Oh, don’t be like that!” she yells after him but he ignores her.
As Beth walks toward the house she feels a triumphant smile spread across her
face because she knows this is just the beginning, sooner or later Daryl Dixon
is gonna fall for her.
 
===============================================================================
 
A week goes by and Beth wants to scream in frustration, Daryl’s been avoiding
her. Hiding is more like it, he’s acting like she’s one of those walkers and
she’s gonna eat him, he’s never anywhere near her and if he so happens to get
caught within her proximity he makes sure he’s never alone. He volunteers for
every supply run and if she even turns to look his way he acts like she’s
invisible, it’s driving Beth crazy and she doesn’t understand why he’s being
that way. Well she does but it doesn’t make her feel any better, she knows that
the age difference is mostly what has Daryl running like a scared rabbit but
sixteen is the age of consent in the state of Georgia and she’s gonna make damn
sure he knows it.
He’s sitting next on the ground next to his bike, leaning on the wooden planks
of the barn, legs stretched before him. He’s messing with something on his
crossbow and his eyes don’t glance up when he hears her walking up.
“I’m busy,” he says roughly, his mouth set in concentration as he scratches at
something on the crossbow with his thumbnail.
“I can tell,” she responds, smirking when he quickly looks up at her, his eyes
the widest she’s ever seen them.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, and she can tell he’s thinking about a
strategic exit, so Beth does the only thing she can think of, she plops herself
right down on his thighs. The action startles Daryl so much he lets go of his
crossbow, letting it drop to his side; his hands hover by her hips and move as
if to get her off him but he thinks twice about it and clenches his hands into
fists instead.
“What do you think you’re doing huh?” he asks angrily, “I don’t know what kind
of games you think you’re playing but I ain’t---”
“No games!’ she says suddenly, interrupting his rant, “You’ve been ignoring me
and I don’t think it’s fair.”
He stares at her like she’s lost her damn mind, and maybe she has, coming here
and trying to seduce this sulky redneck like some sort of Jezebel but she can’t
really help herself. He’s attractive and she wants him.
“Listen girl, this right here,” he says motioning to the two of them, “this
can’t happen,” he tells her harshly, his hands go to grasp her shoulders with
intention of picking her up from his legs but Beth clenches her thighs and the
movement brings her closer to him, he jolts when her center comes in contact
with his.
 “Not gonna tell you twice,” he rasps, and she thinks that he’s trying to scare
her off with his glare and his rough voice but it does the complete opposite.
“Give me one good reason and I’ll leave,” she retorts.
“How old are you?” he hisses, there’s venom in his tone and Beth knows he’s
gonna drill her about the age thing.
 “Sixteen, legal in the state of Georgia,” she reassures him.
 “Sorry, don’t fuck teenagers,” he spits out and this time when he’s about to
move her off him she presses closer and grinds down on him, she feels his hard
on and it’s exciting, makes her feel bad in all the right ways.
 “You like me,” she grins, “I can tell,” and she emphasizes her point by
rolling her hips a little, it makes him grunt and so she raises her hands and
places them on his shoulders.  
"Gonna get me killed,” he mutters.
“Come on Daryl,” she encourages him, she needs him to say yes already because
she doesn’t know how long the group will be busy on the other side of the farm
for.
“Nu huh, ain’t right,” and he groans softly when Beth digs her fingers at the
nape of his neck, her fingernails scratch lightly and then his big hands are
clutching at her waist.
“But you want to.”
“Wantin’ and doing is two different things,” he responds, and all Beth has to
do is let her knees fall open so she’s right on top of his hard on before he’s
kissing her.
“Fuck it,” he murmurs and his chapped lips are on hers, his stubble is coarse
on her face but she’s never been kissed like that. It’s like he’s drowning and
trying to suck up out all the oxygen out of her, one of his hands moves to the
base of her ponytail so he can angle her better and he licks her lips, it’s
rough and unpracticed but it makes Beth throb between her thighs.
When he finally lets her go they’re both gasping for air, “That what you
wanted?” he breathes out, his blue eyes glazed over and his mouth ruddy and
wet.
“Some of it,” she says, shrugging a little. Beth grins when Daryl lets out a
groan and lets his head fall back, “Your daddy gonna chase me off with a
shotgun?” he asks.
Beth untangles herself from his embrace and stands up, she cocks her hip and
looks down at him, “Nobody has to know if you’re so worried,” she says
breezily.
 
===============================================================================
 
The first time Daryl fucks her is on the second floor of the barn she’s been
visiting since childhood. She sneaks out of her room around midnight and climbs
out her bedroom window, Daryl waiting in the shadows; he grips her arm and
pulls her along till they reach the door he’d already left opened. She’d worn a
cotton dress for easier access and as she’s climbing up the ladder to the
second level, Daryl makes her stop abruptly, he turns her around and eats her
out. Just yanks her panties halfway down her thighs and  eats her like she’s
the most delicious kind of cherry pie there is, he laps up her juices and makes
the most sinful slurping sounds she’s ever heard. When she tries to return the
favor he just smacks her butt and tells her to, “get your ass up on there,”
Beth does as she’s told and sees that he’d been up there before, a blanket was
spread amongst the hay and she was grateful that she wouldn’t be getting a hay
rash after the whole thing was done.
Daryl doesn’t take off his clothes, just pulls down his zipper and takes his
cock out, he doesn’t make her get naked either, flips her dress up and licks
his fingers and rubs them up and down her pussy before thrusting two fingers
inside her, she gasps and he gives her a little smirk before leaning over her
and pushing his cock inside with a slow thrust. It’s thick and Beth moans, she
lifts her legs to his waist and then he starts thrusting; it feels good, so
good in fact that Daryl has to clamp a hand over her mouth so her cries don’t
carry out of the barn. It’s over much too soon and Beth doesn’t get to come but
she’s satisfied, it’s what she wanted from the beginning after all. Daryl
kisses her softly and wipes her off with a bandana he pulls from his trousers
pocket, he’s sort of sweet when he wants to be and it only makes Beth like him
even more.
“Best go back to the house, don’t want them sending a search party if they
think to go looking for you in your room,” he tells her quietly as he helps her
to her feet. He’s looking at everywhere but her and Beth can’t decide if he’s
embarrassed or ashamed of what they just did, well she’s not gonna let him feel
either.
“We can do that again, if you want,” she says, one of her hands gripping the
collar of his vest, “I want to do it again.”
“Why?” he asks, and Beth’s not sure if he means why she wants to do it again or
why it’s him she wants to do it with and not Jimmy.
“Because I like you,” she says and reaches up on her tippy toes to give him a
quick peck on the lips. He nods and then the two leave the barn and Beth sneaks
back into her room, the next morning she flinches when she goes to sit down for
breakfast and Maggie notices, she tells her that she pulled a muscle while
tending to nervous nelly the day before.
Nine days pass by until Daryl touches her again. This time though, it’s not
because he’s avoiding her, there’s simply too many things to be done in the
farm and not enough privacy. Winter is fast approaching and her daddy is
letting Daryl and the rest of the group stay in the barn, they’ve been fixing
it up and making it more livable but that also means that she and Daryl won’t
have a place to have sex in whenever they get the time.
She’s sitting on the porch, talking to Lori when Jimmy comes by and sits next
to her, he takes her hand and kisses her cheek, she smiles at him and the sound
of firewood being thrown startles her so much she jumps in her seat. When she
turns to look at the source of the noise she sees Daryl picking up several logs
and carrying them to the side of the house, he’s scowling and breathing so
harshly she can see his chest rise and fall with each inhale.
“He’s always in such a bad mood,” Jimmy tells her quietly, and Beth wants to
tell him that’s not true but she can’t find an explanation which won’t make
Jimmy suspicious so she stays quiet. She also keeps her mouth shut because she
thinks that the reason for the sudden mood shift in Daryl is because Jimmy is
holding on to her hand, his fingers stroking the inside of her palm. Daryl’s
biceps bulge with each heavy lift and it makes her mouth go dry and all she
wants in that moment is to push him down on the front lawn and ride him.
She thinks he might have some sort of psychic ability because he drops off
another firewood load and comes to stand in front of the porch, “You gonna help
or you just gonna sit there with your girlfriend?” he spits, glaring daggers at
Jimmy.
“Uh--uh, sure,” Jimmy stammers and gets up to go help Daryl.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Daryl has a crush on you,” Lori says,
after a few moments of silence.
“What?” Beth squeaks out, “No, that’s-- Why would you even say that?” she asks,
giggling a little.
Lori shrugs and grins at the younger girl, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you
sometimes.”
Beth swallows the sudden lump in her throat, “I don’t know what you mean,” she
breathes out.
Lori lets out a soft laugh, “Don’t worry, I won’t be telling Hershel any time
soon.”
Later that night after everyone’s either asleep or talking quietly inside the
house she sneaks out into the back porch of the house for some fresh air, she’s
just standing there, listening to the crickets sing when she feels a pair of
hands snake around her waist, one of them presses against her mouth and for a
second she’s terrified until she hears the gravelly voice of the person.
“Not a sound alright?”
She nods her head and he lets go of her mouth only to reach down and take her
hand, he tugs her alongside him until they’re standing on the side wall of the
house, under an oak tree, covered in darkness.
Daryl doesn’t say a word but his hands go to the waistband of her jeans, he
pops the button loose and quickly unzips her. He doesn’t warn her and simply
reaches in and presses a finger against her, she gasps and the feeling and
grasps his forearm with both hands when he shoves his thick finger inside her.
“Daryl,” she moans, his thrusts increasing in speed, “Fuck, oh god, Daryl,” she
groans, and he just pushes two more fingers inside her, it makes Beth shriek.
“Shhh, gotta stay quiet,” he whispers near her ear and all Beth can do is
furiously nod in agreement because at this point she’ll do anything he says.
He presses himself against her and she can see that at some point he pulled
himself out of his pants and is jerking off to the same rhythm he’s fucking her
in, the sight makes her legs feel weak and she doesn’t think she’s ever been so
wet in her entire life.
“That’s right, Greene, lemme make you come,” he says against her ear, he’s
panting harshly and cursing as he watches her face. His thumb starts pressing
on her clit and by the fifth time he’s done that she’s clenching her thighs
around his hand. Daryl grunts and tugs himself a few more times before a spurt
of come coats his hand with the thick fluid, he’s gasping and the warm air from
his mouth hits her neck so she wraps her arms around his shoulders, she strokes
his hair and he presses his forehead against hers.
“I think, I might love you,” she says quietly, and maybe it wasn’t the right
time to say it because he freezes in her embrace, his entire body locks up and
Beth’s not sure what to say.
“Really?” he asks after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.     
“Yeah,” she says softly, “You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to, I
just wanted to let you know.”
He lifts his head and stares at her for the longest time, his eyes are full of
heat and something tender and fierce all at once, “You need to break up with
that boy,” he answers.
Beth sighs, “I know.”
“Soon as you turn seventeen, we ain’t keeping this a secret alright?”
She smiles, “Why seventeen?”
“I dunno,” he says quietly, almost shyly, “my momma got hitched when she was
seventeen.”
And Beth grins like a fool because she’s not sure he knows what he just implied
but whatever it means she knows that she wants to spend however long she’s got
on Earth with this man.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Severus roughly pulled out of him and laid a slap to his pained behind. “You do
and I'll thrash you so you can't sit down for the entirety of tomorrow.”

Charlie well believed him though it had never happened before.  “No, Professor,
I will try my hardest not to,” he sent back over his shoulder.
“Good boy,” Severus was smirking, Charlie could tell. “How should I fuck you?”
“However you wish, Sir,” Charlie answered meekly.

Nothing about him was meek. It was the difference in that to his normal
exuberance which made his time with Severus such a thrill, he found. In the
man's office he could submit, willingly do as he was told and suffer the
punishment, which often led to intense orgasm, when he did not. Charlie was
only sixteen, but he knew a good thing when he was on to one.

Everyone would have hit the roof if they knew what he was doing, dabbling with
a man twelve years his senior, a man who was disliked and distrusted by many of
his pupils. Charlie never forgot in all of their actions, in his planning, that
he was under age, and even when he hit legality there would still be the issue
of the teacher/student relationship.

His lack of years made the thrill even more exhilarating.

“Heaven help me, Charlie,” Severus muttered to him suddenly, his voice
despondent. “This can bring neither of us any good.”
“It brings me you,” Charlie leant back against the warm body which pulled him
upright. “How can it not be good, Severus?”

He turned then, without permission, and kissed the man so thoroughly that they
had to break apart gasping for air. Severus' dark eyes were hungry as they
looked at him, raking over his freckly face and wild hair, broad shoulders and
muscled chest.

“My own personal fiery daemon,” Severus whispered against him. “That's what you
are, Charlie, sent to tempt me.”
“And you always give in,” Charlie grinned lopsidedly. “Always. Don't stop.
Always have me.”

The words 'have me' caused a growl to rumble out of the masculine throat and
Charlie found himself thrown onto the duvet. Severus was on him in seconds, and
with his hands still tied tightly behind his back Charlie was open to the
ferocious kiss the man robbed from his lips.

“Fuck...” he muttered as his heart threatened to pound straight through his
ribcage. “Severus...”
“Professor,” Severus hissed before latching over one of his nipples and
beginning to chew on it.

It hurt but Charlie moaned all the same, arching up to try and gain friction on
his cock. His lover did nothing but move to the other nipple, working it into
the same pebbled state as the first.

“You taste so good,” Severus whimpered against his skin. “Every inch of you
tastes of spice, Charlie, and it's fucking delicious.”
“Good,” Charlie panted. “I wish you would let me taste you, Sir, let me
experience what you do...”

Severus looked at him for a fleeting moment before crushing their lips together
again. “Trust me, Charlie; you do not want to know me as I know you. I will
only disappoint you. Let me be your lover, your teacher -but don't ask to take.
There is nothing to take.”
“Only everything,” Charlie rolled his eyes. “Everything you have I want.”
“You do not know what you mean when you say that,” Severus hissed suddenly, his
eyes narrowing. “You think you know me, but you only know what I allow you to.
There are parts of me, dangerous parts, Charlie, which I keep hidden, and
willalwayskeep hidden.”
“The Dark Arts love?” Charlie challenged, well aware that they were still
writhing erotically against one another during the bitter exchange. “Or the
Mark on your arm?”

Severus stilled at those words, his face contorting into a mask of fury.
Charlie barely had time to suck in a breath before a hand closed around his
throat and held tight.

“How did you know?” Severus put their faces close together.
“I... you... one night your shirt sleeve rolled up as you slept...” Charlie
choked out.

He had always found it odd until that night that Severus never removed his
shirt in front of him, that his forearms always remained hidden. Charlie had
wondered if it was due to bad scarring, but when he had seen the real reason he
was glad that his lover had been asleep. He had recoiled in fear, curling up
into a ball on the side of the bed as far away as he could get from the
sleeping figure. Only later that night, when he chided himself for being
foolish did he look more closely.

The hand was gone but his legs were yanked up onto Severus' shoulders. Charlie
looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to read the furious expression. The
stretching spell assaulted him without warning and he lost himself in it, like
always -the spell was nothing like Bill had ever used to prepare him before
they made love.

But Charlie knew what was about to happen was nowhere close to 'making love',
it wasn't even going to be a randy fuck. Angry sex sent blood pumping through
his veins with a hefty dose of fire and he waited for the spell to finish. He
hissed when a tongue trailed up the arch of his foot and licked the crease
between his toes and pad. His leg twitched uncontrollably as Severus tongued
him again, and he moaned.

“Sir, please,” he begged, when his cock felt full to bursting.
“Noted for another time,” Severus glowered at him. “No noise, understood?”

Charlie wanted to scream as soon as the indictment left the man's mouth. He was
loud -he was a screamer, he loved to let everyone know the pleasure he felt
during his orgasms. To stay quiet nearly always hurt him; he immediately
stuffed his fist in his mouth to deaden anything which might slip out of his
eager throat.

Severus smirked at him then, knowing the trouble he would cause, and grabbed
Charlie's thighs. Charlie waited with bated breath, his chest rising and
falling quickly as he waited for the burn, his lover entering his body with
precision. The first moan he managed to bite back as the first ring of muscle
was breached, but the second melted into his knuckles. The dark-haired man sank
into him with one thrust and Charlie was immediately full. He loved being full.
It made him feel alive, feel safe, feel loved.

Sometimes Severus plugged him whilst they spent a night on oral attentions, and
Charlie loved those nights best, the nights where his cheeks were parted by a
plug extension that he could feel with every single move of his body.

“So tight,” Severus hissed in pleasure, his head thrown back.

Only at that moment did Charlie ever feel sixteen in their exchange. He was a
boy receiving a man's pleasure, and what's more he was givinga man pleasure,
too. His body was providing a willing service for the man he loved but he felt
young at those moments. It probably should not have turned him on.

But everything that Charlie shouldn't have done always brought him the most
joy.

“Fuck me,” he threw his hand to the side and threw everything to hell as far as
Severus' instructions were concerned. He needed to make noise. “Fuck me,
Severus; I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow...”
“If you insist.”

The pounding was exquisite as it broke him open, and Charlie lost his control,
thrashing his head on the duvet and bucking to meet Severus' thrusts.

“Oh fuck yes!”

The bed was rocking with tell-tale squeaks as they rode one another.

“Come on, fuck me harder,” he begged, screwing his eyes up with desire.
“Such a desperate whore,” Severus laughed at him, his breath catching in his
throat on the last word. “My little whore...”
“Yours!” Charlie cried, reaching down to grasp at his cock when he realised
that his hands had sprung free from the school tie. He pulled at it and
shuddered when Severus' fingers stroked his balls.
“So easy to make you unravel,” Severus gasped. “You open for me with just a
touch.”

Charlie shivered again, heat beginning to coil into his belly as his climax
approached.

“Are you going to come for me?” Severus still managed to smirk despite the
snaps of his hips. “Are you going to spunk all over that gorgeous belly?”
“Uh-huh... oh fuck...” Charlie felt Severus' hand close around his on his shaft
and began to dictate a punishing wanking pace. “No, Severus... oh gods no...
stop...”
“You don't want me to stop,” Severus cried loudly as he thrust out of time to
his own rhythm and Charlie held his breath, waiting for the moment the wet heat
exploded inside his body.

Severus seemed to freeze as his orgasm came upon him, and Charlie watched in
hazy fascination as the thin lips fell open, and one word slipped from between
them.

“Charlie...”

Severus flooded him with come and Charlie found he had reached his limit. Their
two hands were still entwined around his erection, squeezing him tightly, and
when he let go of his orgasm it flew high before it landed on his stomach, and
some on Severus' chest. He watched the ribbons go, his usual obsession with
watching himself finish kicking in as the tremors wracked his body. Severus was
watching too, his eyes glittering with undisguised attraction.

Suddenly they were left with nothing but panting breath and shaking limbs.
Charlie's hips ached from their awkward position; his calves tingled from a
lack of blood. Severus pulled out of him and lowered them gently to the bed
before massaging his pelvis with tender hands.

“Sorry 'bout the mess,” Charlie muttered sleepily, the waves crashing over him
as they usually did.
“Don't be ridiculous,” Severus murmured in reply, and Charlie's cock twitched
again despite its spent state when the man licked a trail of his come off his
belly.

“Taste so good,” Severus told him, as they met in a kiss.
“Thanks,” Charlie grinned. “Not so bad yourself, Sir.”

Severus gained a slight flush over his cheeks then and Charlie pressed a dry
kiss to them both, hoping to soothe away the embarrassment.

“Can I stay the night?” Charlie asked hopefully as Severus rolled off him to
flop onto his back. “I'll be gone by first light and nobody will ever know.”

Severus didn't reply as he summoned something, and Charlie waited as the tiny
carton of wizarding cigarettes zoomed into the bedroom from the office. With a
groan he rolled onto his front and threw his legs up behind him, crossing them
at the ankle and waving them lazily in the air. He propped his chin on one hand
and accepted the lit stick which Severus passed to him.

The first drag reminded him just how maturely the man treated him. He puffed
out the blue smoke with a grin before looking back to Severus.

“I suppose...” the dark-haired wizard finally replied, after three heavy drags
on his own cigarette. “But you've got to be careful with your story as to where
you were.”
“I will be,” Charlie promised excitedly. “I'll figure something out.”

It was rare he got Severus to agree to allow him to stay.

“You'd better be,” Severus muttered with a sigh. “But I like it when you stay.”

Charlie shot him a grateful smile and went back to smoking the cigarette which
his mother would have killed him for. By the time he had reached the end
Severus was watching him.

“You smoke that so well,” he commented.
“Well... I had a good teacher,” Charlie winked, and reached over to drop the
butt into a waiting ashtray on the bedside table. “Do you smoke much?”
“Only after sex like that,” Severus smirked in response.
“I'll take that as a compliment and use it as leverage to ask for another,”
Charlie asked hopefully.
“Knock yourself out,” Severus chucked the packet at him. “They can't kill you;
just make you a bit high.”

Charlie nearly said something he knew he would regret and instead picked up the
packet and rolled into a standing position. Rummaging for his wand in his
clothes he lit the end of the fag and closed his eyes to take the first drag of
the fresh herbs and enjoyed it. Then he dropped his hand by his side and held
it casually as he wandered naked around Severus' bedroom.

“What are you doing?” the man in question asked lazily.
“Your carpet,” Charlie explained. “Feels good underneath my feet.”
“Strange boy,” Severus frowned.
“No... just... in our house everything is old… threadbare. Nothing soft like
this to walk on and it's nice.”
“Are your family badly off?” Severus asked as though he were discussing the
weather.
“One income, seven kids, you do the maths,” Charlie said defensively and turned
away to look at a bookcase crammed full.
“I'm not judging you,” Severus said softly. “God knows my own childhood was
poverty defined.”
“Really?” Charlie asked curiously.
“My father drank all of our money away at the local pub,” Severus was staring
stonily at the canopy of his bed, and Charlie swallowed at the set of his
expression. “We were very poor.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Charlie didn't know what else to say. “I know its
bollocks...”

“Do you?” Severus asked disbelievingly. “At least you know love.”

Charlie frowned and crossed back to the bed, looking down into the man's face.
“And you don't?”
“My father hated me,” Severus shrugged. “But... why I’m lying here discussing
this with a sixteen-year-old is beyond me. Enough.”
“Okay,” Charlie shrugged immediately and made to walk away, but a hand caught
his wrist and tugged him down onto the mattress.

Fingers brushed his curls away from his eyes and lingered over his cheek. “You
are unlike any other man I have ever met, Charlie.”
“Why?”
“You stop asking questions when you sense the tone, not many men do.”
“I don't want to do anything which will stop us meeting,” Charlie blurted. “I
feel so... good when I’m with you, I don't want to stop.”

More words were on the tip of his tongue but Charlie didn't want to speak them.
He knew all of his well-earned respect would fly out the window should they
leave his mouth. If he confessed his love to Severus there would be nothing to
continue. The man would never believe that love had blossomed out of their
trysts, even if just one-sidedly.

Charlie wanted to keep his fucks, keep the trysts, and above all else keep his
love, even if it had to remain a secret.

“You look like you want to say something,” Severus commented, smoking some more
of the stick perched sexily between his fingers.
“No,” Charlie shook his head with a smile. “Just thinking about you, is all.”

He put out his second cigarette and climbed properly into the bed, curling
around Severus' left hand side, hooking one leg over the thinner counterparts
and snuggling into him. He was surprised when a kiss pressed into his hair and
a soft moan could be heard.

“Do you like this?” Charlie whispered.
“Do I like being held?” Severus asked quietly. “Of course I do.”
“By me, or anybody?”

There was no immediate answer and Charlie knew his question had been loaded. If
Severus answered that it was just Charlie, their meetings stood to grow much
deeper. If he said no, Charlie was fairly sure his heart would crack down the
middle, leaving him a typically broken-hearted teenager.

He had never wanted to be a stereotype.

“By you,” Severus answered in a normal tone. “Always by you.”
“Oh,” Charlie buried his face in Severus' chest.

His thrilled expression would give away the love, the adoration. So he hid it.

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