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Spy vs. Spy	By : Sakuracelt Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 15746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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  When Severus Snape knocked on the door of number 12 Grimmauld place, it was Sirius Black, and not Freya who received him. The tall wizard grinned sourly, and leaned against the doorway in a manner that might have appeared casual, had it not effectively blocked him from entering. In spite of the snow, which drifted lazily around Severus in fat, knut sized flakes, Sirius wore nothing but trousers and a tattered old robe, giving him an unwanted view of his pale, prison chiseled chest and abdomen. Severus had to fight to keep the scowl from his face. He was determined not to let his intense dislike of this man get in his way of returning to Freya’s good graces, although he could not help but think that this display was meant to intimidate him, somehow. As handsome as he was, the man lacked subtlety. Gryffindors, Snape thought disdainfully. Moustache twitching in annoyance, Sirius raised an eyebrow imperiously at his old enemy.
            “I wondered when I’d catch you sulking on my doorstep, Snivellus.” He said with a smirk that did not meet his eyes. Snape’s fingers itched to hex it right off his smug face.
            “I’m not here for you, Black.” He replied quietly.
            “Ahh of course. Come to finish the job have you?”
            “What do you mean by that?” He asked dangerously.
            “Don’t be thick. You’re here for Freya.”
“Not without permission, I assure you.” Snape scowled. He didn’t like the implication behind Black’s tone, but this was still his house, headquarters or not.
“You insulted her. Just like you insulted Lilly.” Sirius replied darkly. “Do you honestly think Freya will have forgotten? Don’t you know anything about witches? You blew it. Now piss off.”
            Snape grimaced darkly. It was a low blow, but he couldn’t deny that there was some truth to it. Once upon a time, a different witch had angered him, and he’d called her a “mudblood” to her face. The memory still shamed him. “Freya invited me. ” He snapped irately. “Do you chase away all of her visitors?”
“Here’s an idea…” Sirius blocked him deliberately this time, as he tried to shoulder his way into the dimly lit hallway. “How about you slither back to your potions and let someone else take care of Freya?” The subtle emphasis he placed on the word “care” set his teeth on edge. “Or are you afraid she’ll ignore you after she gets a taste of something better?”
            “Don’t talk about her that way. She’s a woman, not a child. If she wanted to, she could hex you with both hands tied behind her.” Snape growled, his upper lip twitching in fury. He shoved Black aside, and stepped into the gloom, pulling the door shut behind him. They were eye to eye now, each trying to out intimidate the other. Sirius was broad shouldered, and muscular, and if he had been in his dog form, his hackles surely would have been raised, but Snape was lean and deadly, and he met Sirius with a cool glare of his own, prepared to draw his wand if need be. They’d hated each other for years, and the tension was palpable.
            “Listen to me, Snape.” Sirius said dangerously. “Freya is my best mate’s sister. As far as I’m concerned, that makes her my sister as well. While she’s here, her well being is my responsibility. I won’t have you sniffing about where you’re not wanted. Hurt her again, and I’ll kill you.”
            “Oh yes, how very noble of you.” Snape drawled sarcastically. “Does Lupin know how you talk about her? Does he know about your intentions?”
            “He’d prefer me over some greasy…” Sirius began angrily, then stopped abruptly, looking down at Snape’s chest. “What the hell is that?” He snapped, nostrils twitching. He’d just spotted the kitten Severus had found in Hogsmeade. To keep it warm, he’d tucked it into the front of his waistcoat, buttoning it over the tiny beast so that it was free to poke its head out. It had been purring quite contentedly, safely swathed in black wool. It was so small, and its dark coloring made it so well camouflaged in Snape’s clothing that Sirius had failed to notice it until it hissed up at him, undoubtedly smelling dog. Sirius stared at the kitten with such dislike, that Snape felt a surge of affection for it, prompting him to reach down and scratch deftly behind its overlarge ears. It purred loudly.
            “Sirius?” Freya’s voice drifted unexpectedly from the end of the hallway, and both men looked up sharply, somewhat abashed as she came down the stairs, rubbing sleepily at her eyes. It was nearly one in the afternoon, but clearly she’d overslept. Sirius strode over to her at once, before Snape had a chance to say anything, although he was feeling a bit tongue-tied anyway. Freya was hardly dressed to impress, in striped pajama bottoms, a black camisole, and a short, silky kimono like robe thrown on without so much as a glance in a mirror, but Severus thought she was radiant, with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Sirius was soon at her side, looking down at her with a rakish smile that would have made even Mcgonagall blush.
“Freya! So glad you’re finally up and about. Oh dear, you’re freezing! Here, allow me.” He grasped her hands in his larger ones, and rubbed them, breathing on them to warm them up for her. Snape glared daggers at him, not liking this one bit, but his eyes slid to the young woman he had not seen in weeks. Freya looked very groggy at first, but her eyes brightened as she looked at him as well. Snape’s breath caught in his chest as he stared at her, realizing he must have looked rather stupid as he stood there, uncomfortably aware of how awkwardly his arms were hanging at his sides.
“You came!” She said quietly, lips curling in a sleepy grin as she gently pulled away from Sirius, who frowned. Severus straightened his back, and bowed very politely, fixing her with his shining dark eyes. Her smile broadened, and to his amazement, she actually blushed a little, looking very self-conscious as she tried to smooth out her messy hair a bit. “I’m sorry. I should have woken sooner. I’m not fit to be seen, I’m afraid.”
“You look beautiful.” He murmured softly. Sirius rolled his eyes.
“Snivellus was just leaving. Weren’t you?” He sneered. Freya gave him a very cool, appraising sort of look, which made him wince. It was highly amusing, the way he seemed to shrink under that gaze. Suddenly, Professor Sprout’s warning seemed unfounded.
“Oh shut it, Snuffles, and go put a shirt on.” She said irritably. Sirius’ lip twitched, and Snape couldn’t help but grin victoriously as he removed his cloak and hung it on the peg. Freya approached him almost cautiously. He could smell her perfume, like good, musky tobacco with a hint of vanilla. His fingers itched to toy with a loose curl that had escaped from her messy bun. “I swear, sometimes he’s a bigger drama queen than Trelawney. Come! I’ll make tea. Or coffee if you’d prefer.” She said warmly, then her eyes widened. “Who is this?” She gasped, seeing the kitten, who was staring up at her with great interest.
“Ah. I made a friend in Hogsmeade today.” He gingerly unbuttoned his waistcoat, and withdrew the kitten, who narrowed his eyes petulantly at being removed from the cozy spot. “He followed me from Scrivenshaft’s Quills.”
            “Ohh…” Freya’s face lit up as brightly as any schoolgirl’s when he held the tiny creature out to her. She immediately held him to her own chest, and the kitten began to purr loudly and bump his head against her chin. She beamed at him, completely won over by this little ball of fluff. Freya may have been a spy, a vampire huntress, and a DA teacher, but clearly she was still susceptible to the charms of adorable animals. Over her shoulder, Severus saw Sirius watching, his face flushed with fury. “Oh my goodness! I think I’m in love!” Freya exclaimed as the kitten climbed it’s way onto her shoulder, and began rubbing its face ecstatically against hers, making her giggle.
            “It would seem the feeling is mutual.” Severus observed silkily, as Freya began to lead him into the kitchen. Sirius stopped her by placing a hand gently on her shoulder.
“A word, Freya?” Severus did not like seeing this familiarity between them, but smiled politely when Freya told him she’d only be a moment. He stepped into the kitchen, and closed the door, unable to resist listening to their conversation as he set the copper kettle on the stove to boil. Unbeknownst to them, Severus had excellent hearing, and was just able to make out Sirius’ frantic whispers. “Freya, I’m not going to stand by and let you make the same mistake twice.”
            “I’ll make all the mistakes I want to, thank you very much.” She replied with such amusement that Sirius was clearly taken aback.
            “Freya, you locked yourself in your room for a week after you came here.”
            “I was in mourning, Sirius. I’d just lost a very dear friend. I’m not made of stone, you know. I think after everything that’s happened, I’ve earned the right to grieve.” Sirius didn’t say anything to this. She continued, a bit more softly. “Severus didn’t do anything I didn’t consent to. We fought. I said some nasty things to him. He said some back. It happens.”
            “I think you’re underestimating him.”
            “Maybe. Don’t make the same mistake with me, Sirius. I can hold my own.”
            “He’s right about one thing at least…”There was a pause, followed by the small sound of fabric rustling. “You do look beautiful. Especially in the morning.” Severus’ stomach did a sickening flip, and he eyed the kitchen wastebasket, thinking he might be nauseous.
            Freya snorted in amusement. “If you could leave this house, you would be so busy flirting with every witch you saw, you wouldn’t look twice at me.” Sirius began to protest at this, but Freya just giggled, a sound that has extraordinary power to embarrass even the strongest of men. “It’s alright. Twelve years in prison will do that to a man.”
            The kettle began to whistle, loudly. Snape busied himself by turning off the stove and setting the boiling water aside, just as Freya stepped into the kitchen with the kitten still perched on her shoulder. A month of being apart, and there she was, smiling at him enigmatically as if nothing had changed. Suddenly Severus forgot all of the things he’d prepared in his head to say to her, so he just stood there, watching her, aching to touch her. The silence was deafening. When she shivered, he drew his wand and pointed it at the fireplace to set the coals ablaze while she quietly placed two large copper mugs on the table. He watched as she selected a tin of black Darjeeling from the shelf, and set about filling a small clay teapot with boiling water. His eyes did not roam over her body as they had so often done, but instead lingered on the nape of her neck. He longed to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her there. The kitten leaped from her shoulder onto the heavy oak kitchen table, and Snape scratched it under the chin, grinning in spite of himself. Severus rather liked cats, truth be told. Unlike students, they so rarely talked back. Freya considered him carefully from the corner of her eye, and finally spoke.
            “You look well.” She said softly. It was polite, but untrue. His features had become sharper and gaunter in the past month. His classes went as well as could be expected, but he’d hardly seen sunlight as he’d buried his nose in his work, eager for any distraction. The added stress of ministry oversight did not help his sallow appearance.
            “An illusion.” He replied. “I’m afraid Hogwarts is a lesser place without you.”
            She smiled ruefully as she set the steeping tea onto the table. “You’re good at those clever little lines. A little too good. They’ll get you into trouble some day.”
            “I can afford that kind of trouble, I think.” He said, pulling out a chair for her. She nodded graciously and sat down while he took the chair at the end, so that they were next to each other, but at the corner so they could face one another. The kitten could not seem to decide whom to pester for attention, and eventually decided to stretch out on the floor in front of the fire, showing his soft white belly. Freya watched it with the trace of a smile, and Severus took the opportunity to study her face in the warm glow. Her skin was paler than normal, and her lower lip bruised red, a sign of frequent gnawing that he recognized from years of teaching particularly stressed students. He wanted to trace those lips, to soothe them with his own. Looking at her now, he suddenly felt as though he’d wasted far too many opportunities to kiss her. Now, he dared not. Finally, she looked at him, and her eyes were full of worry.
            “I’ve been hearing disturbing things. How are the students?”
            “The new DA teacher is making them miserable, but I suspect they’ll live.” He said, unable to keep the poison from his voice. “Dolores Umbridge is a frilly pink nightmare. She’s taken to interrogating the staff. When she gives detentions, she forces the students to use a black quill…are you familiar with the type?” She nodded, her eyes narrowing dangerously, and he saw her fist clench so tightly the knuckles turned white. Her face became very still, and he knew that her thoughts were unpleasant. He understood, having often fantasized about Dolores being slowly roasted over an open fire by trolls. “Potter bears the brunt of this, being unable to keep his mouth shut as usual. She hates the boy almost as much as I do.” He snorted disdainfully. Freya looked at him, and there was a hint of madness in those clear blue eyes.
            “The dueling club?”
            “Gone, I’m afraid. The ministry fears that Dumbledore is secretly raising an army. Abolishing the dueling club was one of the first things Umbridge did when she took your job. The students miss you, even some of my Slytherins.”
            “You will protect Potter, though? You’ll protect all of them?” Her voice did not waver.
            “Naturally.” He agreed. “I am sorry to bring you this unpleasantness.” His eyes roamed over her face. She looked tired, but not from lack of sleep. “Dumbledore suspects some of the students are learning defensive spells in secret. Potter is the ringleader, of course.” Freya grinned at this.
            “With Granger egging him on, probably. I’m almost jealous. It sounds more interesting than being stuck here.” She was only partly joking. His eyes lingered on the gentle curve of her neck for a moment before he realized she was watching his face, scrutinizing his every expression. He cleared his throat.
            “Is everything alright, here? You’re comfortable? I mean…”Severus felt his face redden. He thought about the state of undress Sirius had been in when he’d answered the door, and he couldn’t help but wonder if they’d been intimate. Severus knew better than to inquire. They’d been apart for a month. If Freya had taken Black as her lover, it was none of his business, but jealousy at the thought made his stomach clench into a tight knot nonetheless. Freya cocked her head at him, and not for the first time, he wondered if she were reading his mind.
            “It’s suitable. I keep to myself, mostly. It’s so bloody depressing here, you have no idea.” She said quietly, chuckling to herself. “Two people fresh out of prison, and a disgruntled house elf.”
            He couldn’t help himself. He had to know. “And Black…treats you well?” The words caught in his throat as she looked at him in amusement.
            “There’s nothing between us.” She said
            “It sounds like he wants to change that.”
            “It doesn’t matter what he wants.” She said somewhat defensively. Severus nodded in appeasement, not wanting to draw her ire, but smiled inwardly.
            “I brought something for you.” He reached into his coat, and drew the sketchbooks he’d purchased, as well as the pot of ink. They gleamed in the firelight as she ran her fingers across the spine of one of the books, reverently admiring the hand stitched binding. Then she felt the texture of the paper inside, and smiled warmly. “I hope it’s suitable. I’m afraid I don’t know much about art supplies. The ink is charmed to make whatever is drawn in it move.” He stopped, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the outpouring of words, but to him it was essential that she like them. His heart was racing when she smiled up at him.
            “It’s beautiful. I absolutely adore it! Is the second one yours?”
            “Only with your approval.” He chose his words carefully. “I thought…if you are not opposed, I would like to keep in contact with you this way. The books are enchanted so that whatever you put in one, will appear in the other. Once you claim it by writing your name in the front cover, no one else will be able to open it.” She gave him a questioning sort of look, and he hesitated. “Freya, things at Hogwarts are not what they used to be. That Umbridge woman, all this nonsense with the ministry… I fear these are signs of things to come. The dark lord has summoned me, Freya. I am at his disposal once again. I do not know what will happen, but I would feel better knowing that we may reach each other quickly, and without owls.”
            There was silence as Freya poured the strong black tea into each of their cups. She did not bother to ask if he wanted milk or sugar, for she knew he took neither. “Are you safe, Severus?” She asked quietly, searching his face as he contemplated his answer.
            “No one is safe.”
            Freya watched him for a long time, then suddenly she smoothed her hand over his. Startled, he looked up at her, and found that she was staring at him with incredible intensity. It made him feel naked, and vulnerable, but it was nice somehow. Heat poured over his skin at the sudden contact, and he tried to pull away, not trusting himself. He desperately wanted her, but was afraid of ruining this fragile reunion. She grasped his hand more firmly, and not for the first time, he marveled at her strength, but he stiffened, his lip curling in dismay as she gently pushed his sleeve up to his elbow, revealing the serpent and the skull of the tattoo that marked him as a deatheater. Part of him wanted to wrench himself from her grasp, but couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want her to see this part of him, a constant reminder of what he was. Her fingers deftly traced the ink suspended in his flesh, now a molten black, darker now than it had been the last time she’d seen it.
            “Wizards have been tattooing themselves for a millennia.” She said softly, grazing her nails ever so gently across his skin, making him shiver. It felt so good to feel her touch again. It was almost unbearable. Snape watched her with hooded eyes, wary of this contact. He wanted to pounce on her, to smother her with kisses, to tear that robe off her shoulders and ravish her, right there on the kitchen floor, but no…he wanted more than that. “It’s old magic.” She continued. “Bestowed by elders to those deemed worthy. If the intention is pure, a tattoo can bring fortune, good health, and even protection in battle. This…” She touched the skull, grimacing slightly “is an abomination. It was placed here to hurt you. To brand you like a slave.” Her eyes flickered upward to meet his, and there was fire there, but also pity. “Is that what you are, Severus? Are you a slave?” He caught her wrist, and she gasped, biting her lip as he brought it to his face, nuzzling her palm with his cheek. Her skin was hot, almost feverish, and he shuddered as she smoothed the pad of her thumb across his sharp cheekbone. Sighing heavily, he leaned into the touch, and placed a warm kiss on her palm. When he looked back at her, her eyes were nearly closed, lashes dark against her pale skin.
            “I’m no one’s slave, but yours.” He whispered harshly, and with exquisite control, leaned close and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her with small, urgent sucks, a familiar fire kindling in his belly. Freya’s eyes fluttered closed. She’d wanted this as well. Her tongue traced his mouth silkily, and he found himself trembling in a way that was sweet, yet unfamiliar to him. He felt his manhood stiffen between his legs, but he refused to allow it to think for him this time. He needed to tread carefully, but she moaned, as if he was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted, and he felt her smoothing her palms up his thighs, but he pulled away sharply, and held her wrists gently, but firmly. Freya bit her lip pleadingly, resting her forehead against his.
            “I’ve missed you.” She said huskily. He bit back a moan. There was so much longing in her voice. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
            “I miss you too, Freya, but...” He hated the way the words sounded in his ears, but he knew he had no choice. “I came here, hoping selfishly to win you back, but you’re not a prize. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because of me. I want you, but there’s so much pain coming, Freya. More lives will be lost. I’m still a spy for the Order. Consorting with me will put you in danger. The dark lord has made me do terrible things, unforgivable things, but I must continue to serve him. For the greater good.”
“Bullshit. Run away with me, then.” She said with a mad grin. “Leave that silly little man with his absurd plans to conquer the world, and come with me. We’ll go far away. Wherever you’d like.” She leaned in to kiss him again, but he stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder and staring intently into her eyes.
“Merlin’s beard.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair in astonishment. “You mean it.”
“Do you love me, Severus?” Her voice was small, but she watched him carefully. His face contorted a bit, but at last he relented.
“Yes.” His heart ached at the way her face lit up, so relieved to finally hear him say it. “I can’t leave, Freya. Dumbledore thinks the ministry will soon make a move to replace him. When that happens…”
“I know. You have to stay for the students. Still, a girl can dream, right?” She looked at him with such earnestness that it nearly broke him.
“Damn you, woman…” He captured her lips again, and felt her hot breath on his skin as she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, refusing to let him break away again. Pressing closer, he slipped his hands beneath her silken robe, and smoothed his hands up her spine, making her shiver deliciously against him. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her camisole, and he brushed over them with his thumb again and again until she was arching her back, desperate for his touch. This action exposed her pale white throat to him, and he ravaged it heatedly, licking and sucking gently, another shiver of lust pulsing in lower abdomen when he felt her fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp. It felt unbelievable.
“Please fuck me, Severus.” She pleaded softly, already tugging at his belt, and he bit his lip at the hot shudder of desire that rippled down his spine. His member was fully engorged, begging to be released. She wants you, you fool, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. Take her.
“No, Freya.” Snape said hoarsely before he found her mouth again, swiping her lower lip luxuriously with his tongue, then moving down her jawline before murmuring heatedly in her ear. “From now on, I’m your slave, and I’m going to worship you.” She gasped in surprise as he suddenly lifted her up from her chair, and placed her gently on the table. He felt her lips, hot and wet as they trailed fire down his throat while he rolled up his sleeves, as though preparing a potion in his private laboratory. Still kissing, he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her pajama bottoms, and slid them slowly down her legs. When he broke the kiss, he traced her lip with his thumb, his eyes darkening with lust when her tongue darted out to taste him. It would be so easy to claim her, to slake his lust and have her screaming his name, but he was determined to remain selfless. He sat down in the chair, ignoring the throbbing in his loins, and kissed his way up her shins, lingering on every tattoo he came across. She hummed softly, delighted by this attention. Snape growled softly as he reached up, smoothing her thighs apart with his fingers.
He arched an eyebrow up at her, and grinned softly at the expression on her face. Freya was watching him, completely enraptured, her eyes hooded, lips swollen from his kisses. “Whoever named you, chose wisely, my love.” He said in a low, silky voice. She shivered beneath his touch, lifting her hips for him as he delicately removed her panties, revealing her hot, moist sex to his darkened gaze. Her pussy was soft and pink, and cleanly shaven save for a sprinkling of ginger hair upon her mons. He licked his lips slowly in anticipation, smoothing his hands up her warms thighs, spreading them wide. “I looked it up after you left. ‘Freyja.’ the Norse goddess of love and death…” She licked her lips and moaned so softly when he dipped one long finger between her folds, it made him weak in the knees. He was grateful to be sitting. “You look positively delectable, my dear.” He slid the digit slowly inside of her, feeling a swelling of pride as she gasped his name under her breath, her sheath pulsating gently around him. She was so wet for him, and he felt grateful for the way she responded to him, thinking he’d been so unappreciative of it before. He would not make that mistake again. “I want to be yours, Freya.” He brought the finger to his lips, and sucked it reverently, closing his eyes as her taste filled his mouth. “You’re so sweet.” He sighed, as her breath caught in her throat. She was surprised by this gesture, and she gasped softly. “Let me pleasure you?” Snape asked in a husky voice, nearly mad with desire, but this was for her. It was all for her. She nodded, unable to speak. “Lay back for me, darling.” He groaned as she did what he asked, propping herself up onto her elbows so she could watch him.
Without a word, he continued to kiss her, lingering here and there to nip ever so gently at her now trembling flesh, trailing up her inner thighs until he reached their apex. He hovered here, taking time to tease her with his hot breath until she squirmed beneath him. Almost reverently, he lowered his mouth to her, and pressed his tongue to her wet opening, swirling it delicately up her folds, and resting it upon her clit. Her entire body shuddered, every nerve ending electrified as he probed her, tasting her wetness, paying particular attention to the soft gasps and whimpers that escaped her lips, then flicking his tongue experimentally whenever he found a sweet spot. His movements were slow, and sensual. He took his time with her, slipping his tongue between her folds and drawing it lazily up her glistening quim, then gently latching onto her with soft lips, moaning into her flesh as he suckled her clit. Soon she was panting hard. He glanced up at her, and met her heated gaze.
“You like to watch?” He asked softly, a hint of darkness in his voice. She nodded, and he moaned lusciously, smirking a bit as he lazily sucked her clit into his mouth, and released it with a tiny popping noise. Her hips bucked convulsively. It was almost too much. Then she whimpered as he attacked her pussy ravenously, making love to her with his mouth, determined to drive her mad with pleasure. “Mmmm…”
“Severus…” She sighed, running her fingers through his dark shiny hair, which tickled her thighs as he devoured her. Her head rolled back in ecstasy when he slid his tongue deep inside of her, penetrating her with the slippery muscle and groaning huskily when he tasted a renewed splash of wetness. He began kissing her in earnest, treating her nether lips with care, watching her as she lowered herself flat on her back, finally giving in completely to the sensation of his hot mouth on her. Her eyes were closed, and his name hovered on her lips. He locked his arms firmly around her thighs, and he smoothed his hands up her belly as he attacked her clit with feverish licks, using the flat of his tongue to send ripples of intense pleasure through every nerve ending like tiny bursts of electricity. His eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. His cock was solid, begging, to be plunged into her quivering pussy, but he refused. He had to show her that her pleasure was important to him, that he would place her needs first from now on.
He sucked at her clit carefully, making tiny wet noises with his lips and tongue. She rolled her hips deliciously, undulating her torso, desperate for further contact, which he gave her by sliding two fingers into her. She bit back a heavy moan, and he suddenly realized that they had not even bothered with a muffliato charm. Snape couldn’t help but smirk as he began to pump the fingers in and out of her, making her gasp and shudder convulsively. He lapped at her furiously, abusing the sensitive little nub with swirls and sucks until he felt her body stiffen beneath his touch. He crooked his fingers inside of her in a come hither motion, and latched onto her clitoris with his mouth, moaning heatedly into her flesh. One hand was firmly tangled in his hair, the other biting into the wooden table, as her gasps grew louder, more frantic.
“Severus…you’re going to make me cum…”She gasped softly. Pleasure was bubbling irresistibly inside of her, driving her wild, but he remained steady, ignoring the ache in his jaw and his groin, determined to push her over the edge. When she came, it was sharp and sweet, and her voice was a soft whimper. The walls of her pussy trembled, fluttering around his fingers, clenching and unclenching as he continued to pump them in and out, watching as Freya positively melted with satisfaction, her red curls splayed out across the table. A surge of affection overcame him as he watched her slowly recover, her eyes hazy and drunk with bliss. She sat up slowly, and smirked groggily down at him while he drew a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the sheen from his lips and jaw.
“You’ve…ruined me.” She panted. He chuckled, and smoothed his hands up her thighs once more, groaning in torment when she slid silkily onto his lap, straddling him. “That was incredible.” Freya purred, kissing him softly, tasting herself on his lips. Snape had to bit his lip at the sensation of her hot core rocking gently over his straining erection. He placed both hands on her hips, stopping her motions.
“Freya…we can’t. Not now.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “Oh?” She wriggled experimentally, making him moan. He held her chin with one hand, and drew her down into a luxurious kiss that did not end for several moments.
“If we go further, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.” He whispered.
“Control is overrated.” She countered playfully, teasing his lips with one firm swipe of her tongue.
“No.” He said gruffly, lifting her up bodily, and standing, keenly aware of the damp spot she’d left on the front of his trousers. Freya looked somewhat crestfallen as he handed her back her pajama bottoms. When she slipped them back on, he swept her into his arms, crushing her in a warm embrace. “I’m not trying to deny you pleasure, my love. Believe me, every cell in my body wants to take you, here and now, but I’m not going to do that. You’ve given me another chance, and damn it, I’m going to give you something better. I won’t have you questioning my motives, or thinking that we bring out the worst in each other.” He stared intently into her eyes, which were wide with shock. “I love you, and I intend to keep you.” She smiled mischievously.
“So…no fucking on Sirius Black’s kitchen table?”
“No.” He grinned back. “Not today, anyway.”
“He’d hate it, you know.” She added teasingly, appealing to the Slytherin in him. His eyes rolled toward the ceiling and he gave a tiny, mock groan of pain.
“Don’t I know it? As delightfully wicked as that sounds, I intend to spoil you properly.”
She lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “You’ve already done that.”
“Not nearly enough. Now that I have you, I want to wine and dine you.” He lifted her chin and kissed her softly.
“We can’t do that, and you know it.” She countered sadly. “If the wrong person sees us…”
“We’ll think of something. I promise.”
Their tea was cold and forgotten. The kitten, his tummy properly warm, began to encircle their ankles, rubbing against each of them in turn. Freya grinned down at him. “Do you have a name yet?” Snape thought for a moment. It came to him instantly.
“Trigul.” He replied.
“Say what?” She giggled.
“Tree-gool.” He pronounced it a touch more slowly. “The goddess you’re named for rides a chariot pulled by two cats. ‘Byegul’ and ‘Trejgul.’” Her smile widened.
“Odd. I like it.”
“Then he’s yours.”
He grunted when she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a fierce hug, but he chuckled and embraced her back, lifting her several inches from the ground. She kissed him hard, then pulled back with a smirk.
“I’ve finally discovered your deep, dark secret, Professor Snape.”
“Have you?” He asked, amused.
“You’re a bloody sap.”
“Don’t tell anyone. I have a nasty reputation to maintain.”
“Oi! Are you done in there, Snivellus, or can I have my kitchen back?” Sirius’ voice came suddenly from behind the closed kitchen door. At least he’d had the good sense not to come barging in. Severus grimaced at the interruption, and strode over to fling the door open. Sirius glared at him hatefully. “Leaving so soon?” He asked sardonically. Snape sneered openly, then turned back to Freya, who had once again picked up Trejgul, and was scratching him happily beneath his chin. “Ugh. Please tell me that’s not staying too.” Sirius moaned. Freya nodded definitively, grinning as Severus picked up her hand, and kissed it gallantly.
“Write to me? Tonight?” He asked, picking up one of the enchanted sketchbooks and tucking it under his arm.
“As long as you promise to rescue me from boredom.” She replied wistfully, as Trejgul bumped his furry head against her chin. Severus glared down at the kitten.
“Keep my witch out of trouble, you little furball.” He muttered.
Not wanting to embarrass her, he did not kiss her in front of Black, but he did look at her meaningfully before turning to leave. Sirius’ glower was as hot as dying embers. Severus could not resist pausing to smirk victoriously at him, knowing full well that he still had Freya’s scent all over him and there was no way that his keen animagus senses would not pick it up. A low growl rumbled in Sirius’ chest, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Down, boy.” Snape said mockingly. “One might think it’s a fight you’re after.” Thanks to Freya, his blood was up, hot and pounding in his ears. His energy would have to be spent another way, and picking a fight seemed to be doing the trick. Apparently, Sirius was thinking along those lines, for he grabbed him by the arm and hissed darkly in his ear. Freya snorted and rolled her eyes at this masculine show of aggression, which she clearly thought was very silly indeed.
“I’m not afraid of you, Snape. If it’s a duel you want, say the word.”
“You’re bloody joking.” Freya said, half laughing. The two men looked at her, and her grin melted into a scowl. “You’d better be bloody joking.”
“Snivellus and I have a long history, darling. Don’t worry, this isn’t all about you.”
“Don’t patronize me.” She snapped. Severus narrowed his eyes at the animagus. They’d hated each other for so long. Perhaps it was time to settle things, once and for all.
“Any time.” He said darkly. Then, without warning, Sirius backhanded him, hard in the face. It stung, but Severus remained standing, and simply glared stoically at the taller wizard as the sound of the slap reverberated around the kitchen. Freya started, wanting to rush to his side, but Severus held up a hand to stop her. The blow made it official. They would have a proper duel before the week was done.
            “I thought Dumbledore wanted you two to get along?” Freya said, lifting her eyebrow in annoyance.
            “What Albus doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” Sirius replied, more to himself than to her. Freya cocked her head, studying the two men with great interest.
            “Is there anything I can say to stop you two from blasting each other to bits?” She inquired.
            “No.” They both said at the same time. This had been a long time coming. Might as well make it official.
            “I choose Remus Lupin as my second.” Sirius said, smirking. A “second” was the person who would step in, in the event that someone was killed or stunned. Severus hesitated. He didn’t really have anyone to back him up, and Black clearly knew it.
            “And I choose…”
            “Severus, don’t.” Freya said quietly.
            “Lucius Malfoy.” He replied. The silence was heavy. He could feel Freya staring at him, he nodded to her, reassuringly, asking her to trust him with his eyes. She nodded, slowly, but her brow was furrowed with concern. Lucius Malfoy had tried to poison her once. Severus would never forgive him for that, but he was the only man he could think of who might actually show up to back him in a duel. It was more of a formality than anything else.
            “Fine.” Sirius sneered. “Forbidden forest. Friday. Venetian rules.”
            “Very well.” Snape replied. “Venetian rules” dictated that the duelists wear masks of some sort to protect their identities. This would allow Sirius some form of anonymity from any potential spies. It would not be a fight to the death, but rather a gentlemen’s duel, to flex their skills. The loser would be stunned, and the victor proclaimed the superior wizard.
Freya watched the two men very closely, her expression carefully blank. Another woman might have chastised them for behaving like angry little boys, or demanded that they stop this nonsense at once before one of them got hurt. Another witch may have even felt fear for her lover, or demanded that the pact be broken at once, but Freya simply looked down at her new feline familiar and said,“Wizards are very silly creatures sometimes, Trejgul.”

Author's note: Thank you very much for the reviews, dear readers, especially to ANON, whose constructive criticism I have taken to heart. I very much appreciate your feedback. Also, I don't know why, but something wonky appears to be happening to my paragraphs, structurally. I don't know if this normal with AFF, but I've just been sort of...ignoring it. For now. Hopefully it's not too annoying to read.
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