[Accidental Video 4 - Because there is NO WAY I would have combined this with the Lily post]
[OOC: Yes, two - I just wasn't going to combine this slightly more... PG-13-ish piece with that sweet post of Snape thinking about Lily. I just couldn't do it! xD And I REGRET NOTHING ABOUT THIS POST. HA!]
[She felt so good under him, her body lithe, skin smooth. Long ago they had done away with shirts and such and now it was just bare chests and torsos against each other, flesh practically burning with desire. His lips to hers he deepened the kiss as one of his hands snaked between them to the button of her jeans. Her body arched up toward his hand, wanting more contact, willing him onward. He smiled against her lips.
When he pulled away from her lips she gave a little sound disappointment. However, her mood quickly changed as she felt those same lips kissing her neck. Her hands roamed the expanse of his back, reveling in each feature. He wasn't a muscle-bound brute but he wasn't just skin and bones either. His body was lean but more or less average in appearance and feel.
She turned her head to allow him more access to her neck, letting out little gasps and soft moans as he delighted her. And then - she could feel a hand worming its way inside her jeans and -
Viewers snap from that lusty daydream back to the present where Severus Snape is standing at his work table, looking quite flushed. He curses Rachel's daydream, which had been broadcast earlier, and returns to his work. Terror smacks him upside the head, though, as he suddenly remembers the current virus. He turns and to his horror the book is sitting nearby, broadcasting.]
Oh no... No, no, no...
[She felt so good under him, her body lithe, skin smooth. Long ago they had done away with shirts and such and now it was just bare chests and torsos against each other, flesh practically burning with desire. His lips to hers he deepened the kiss as one of his hands snaked between them to the button of her jeans. Her body arched up toward his hand, wanting more contact, willing him onward. He smiled against her lips.
When he pulled away from her lips she gave a little sound disappointment. However, her mood quickly changed as she felt those same lips kissing her neck. Her hands roamed the expanse of his back, reveling in each feature. He wasn't a muscle-bound brute but he wasn't just skin and bones either. His body was lean but more or less average in appearance and feel.
She turned her head to allow him more access to her neck, letting out little gasps and soft moans as he delighted her. And then - she could feel a hand worming its way inside her jeans and -
Viewers snap from that lusty daydream back to the present where Severus Snape is standing at his work table, looking quite flushed. He curses Rachel's daydream, which had been broadcast earlier, and returns to his work. Terror smacks him upside the head, though, as he suddenly remembers the current virus. He turns and to his horror the book is sitting nearby, broadcasting.]
Oh no... No, no, no...