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He closed his eyes as he felt her kisses and the sensation of her fingers brushing his partially bared chest as she fumbled with the buttons on his robe and shirt. Snape slipped his hand around her neck and began to fumble with her buttons when Dumbledore's face appeared in the fire and cleared his throat.
Horrified for being caught with another professor in his lap by the Headmaster, like being a student all over again. His cheeks flushed slightly and he gently placed Tara on the couch and walked over to the grate, fumbling to button his shirt back up before he reached it.
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