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Snape had closed his eyes as Tara began administering kisses along his jaw and unbuttoning his robes. He'd deftly managed the unbutton her robe with his long pale fingers and was slowly sliding it off her shoulders when she suddenly pulled away. He opened his eyes, his hands resting on her arms, twisted in Tara's robe.
In answer to her question, he leaned forward, forcing her back while he supported her back with one unentangled arm and brushing her hair back from her face with the other. "No," he whispered in a low voice tinged with desire. "Are you?"
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