The Winter Guest *Complete*
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Alan Rickman
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
10,695
Reviews:
76
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Alan Rickman. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 18
Chapter 18
When the door opened I nearly gasped. In front of me stood Professor Snape, in full ornate. His face seemed horribly white with the black robes and wig. I immediately felt intimidated by him. He wore contact lenses, and his eyes were pitch black.
“My God…” I whispered.
“Kate? What are you doing here?” he seemed genuinely irritated and I felt so stupid all of a sudden standing there in front of him.
“I needed to talk to you, I didn’t want things to end the way they did.” I lowered my eyes and heard him sigh.
“Get in here, silly,” sounding a lot more friendlier he opened the door and allowed me in. I stood there like a little child, and hardly had the courage to look at him.
“How did you get in here?” he asked.
“Gary,” I replied
He looked at me, and after a while I looked up.
“How are you?” he asked me.
“Fine, I guess…you?”
“Could be better,” he snorted.
“I wanted to say goodbye to you, in a proper way. Not over the phone. And not…so fast. I want to talk things out.”
“I don’t want to say goodbye,” he said softly.
“Me neither, but we have to, at least that’s what you decided.”
“I know, I know…you shouldn’t have come here Kate,” he turned around and I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry,” I said finally, fighting back tears.
“You shouldn’t have come because every time I see you, I want to kiss you,” he said it slowly, articulating every letter and with the perfect intonation.
“ I want to kiss you too,” I replied
“Then come over here,” he said as he turned around facing me again.
“I’m scared of kissing you, I’m afraid I can’t stop.”
“Me too.”
He stepped up to me and I looked into his dark eyes. “Kiss me Kate,” he said with a hoarse voice. I felt his hands upon my arms.
“What if I can’t stop kissing you?” I asked
“You can still get out now,” he said, “We have three months together, the remaining time I am here. After that it’s over, I go home. It’s your choice, kiss me now and have me for three months, but for three months only. I know it’s an evil bargain, but it’s all I can offer you.”
Three months, it was too short. Three months was way too short. But it was all I could get.
His hands glided up my arms and cupped my face. “What do you say?” he whispered.
I said nothing but wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. My hands gliding up towards the back of his neck. His mouth opened a little, like he was about to speak.
“Don’t speak,” I said, laying a finger on his lips.
He kissed my finger. I pulled my hand away and his face was close to mine. His breath upon my eyes, his nose against my cheek, soft lips brushing the inside of my neck. I closed my eyes.
“Don’t close your eyes,” his voice thick with arousal made me open them again, “I want to look at you.”
He leaned in closer and I wetted my lips, he kissed the tip of my nose, my upper lip, my lower lip and then softly pressed his mouth on mine. I whimpered softly as I inhaled his scent. Still looking in each others eyes, I felt his mouth open. His tongue traced my lips gently. And when he finally met my tongue I heard a deep moan from his throat. He pulled back and I nearly cried with disappointment.
“Good Lord…I have to get to the set.” He leaned for my ear and whispered, “Tonight, your place, wait for me in your room.”
“Alan?”
“Yes?”
“I forgot to tell you,” I walked up to him my lips at his ears. “You make a real sexy Professor Snape. I’ll wait for you tonight.”
When the door opened I nearly gasped. In front of me stood Professor Snape, in full ornate. His face seemed horribly white with the black robes and wig. I immediately felt intimidated by him. He wore contact lenses, and his eyes were pitch black.
“My God…” I whispered.
“Kate? What are you doing here?” he seemed genuinely irritated and I felt so stupid all of a sudden standing there in front of him.
“I needed to talk to you, I didn’t want things to end the way they did.” I lowered my eyes and heard him sigh.
“Get in here, silly,” sounding a lot more friendlier he opened the door and allowed me in. I stood there like a little child, and hardly had the courage to look at him.
“How did you get in here?” he asked.
“Gary,” I replied
He looked at me, and after a while I looked up.
“How are you?” he asked me.
“Fine, I guess…you?”
“Could be better,” he snorted.
“I wanted to say goodbye to you, in a proper way. Not over the phone. And not…so fast. I want to talk things out.”
“I don’t want to say goodbye,” he said softly.
“Me neither, but we have to, at least that’s what you decided.”
“I know, I know…you shouldn’t have come here Kate,” he turned around and I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry,” I said finally, fighting back tears.
“You shouldn’t have come because every time I see you, I want to kiss you,” he said it slowly, articulating every letter and with the perfect intonation.
“ I want to kiss you too,” I replied
“Then come over here,” he said as he turned around facing me again.
“I’m scared of kissing you, I’m afraid I can’t stop.”
“Me too.”
He stepped up to me and I looked into his dark eyes. “Kiss me Kate,” he said with a hoarse voice. I felt his hands upon my arms.
“What if I can’t stop kissing you?” I asked
“You can still get out now,” he said, “We have three months together, the remaining time I am here. After that it’s over, I go home. It’s your choice, kiss me now and have me for three months, but for three months only. I know it’s an evil bargain, but it’s all I can offer you.”
Three months, it was too short. Three months was way too short. But it was all I could get.
His hands glided up my arms and cupped my face. “What do you say?” he whispered.
I said nothing but wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. My hands gliding up towards the back of his neck. His mouth opened a little, like he was about to speak.
“Don’t speak,” I said, laying a finger on his lips.
He kissed my finger. I pulled my hand away and his face was close to mine. His breath upon my eyes, his nose against my cheek, soft lips brushing the inside of my neck. I closed my eyes.
“Don’t close your eyes,” his voice thick with arousal made me open them again, “I want to look at you.”
He leaned in closer and I wetted my lips, he kissed the tip of my nose, my upper lip, my lower lip and then softly pressed his mouth on mine. I whimpered softly as I inhaled his scent. Still looking in each others eyes, I felt his mouth open. His tongue traced my lips gently. And when he finally met my tongue I heard a deep moan from his throat. He pulled back and I nearly cried with disappointment.
“Good Lord…I have to get to the set.” He leaned for my ear and whispered, “Tonight, your place, wait for me in your room.”
“Alan?”
“Yes?”
“I forgot to tell you,” I walked up to him my lips at his ears. “You make a real sexy Professor Snape. I’ll wait for you tonight.”