In a secluded part of the library, among the dusty tomes along the bookshelves and the vacant study desks, Severus backed you up into a wall. His hands, reverent, greedily grasped what he could over your clothes, lengthy digits tugging at your buttoned shirt. He pressed his lips to yours in a chaste manner as he breathed in with his nose. His eyes fluttered shut briefly at the intoxicating feeling. His grip snaked down to your hips, holding you there.

Once he pulled away, breathless, he got on his knees. His hands went down with him, warm palms pressing against your calves as he kissed your legs. His lips were worshipful, vehement, as his dark eyes pleaded for you, for your command.