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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 22 - Reunited

Severus is horrified when he actually succeeds in taming Welkin's lively spirit, and discovers it isn't really what he wants at all.

"Welkin, please answer me!" Snape implored, starting to get alarmed. What had he done to his beloved Welkin? He had never meant to upset her as badly as he obviously had, with his clumsy attempts to control her naturally effusive personality. It was as if she had gone into emotional hibernation. Snape was horrified at the change in her.

"I’m sorry. I just don’t feel much like talking right now," Welkin told him. She rolled over to look at him, flinching as she did, since her butt was still sore. "I must drive you crazy sometimes with my talking. I would think that you’d be relieved that I was quiet for a change."

"I am not relieved at all. Talking to you is always the highlight of my day, and I enjoy it very much. Even just listening to you talk is the greatest of pleasures. There was often too much silence in these rooms before you came into my life," he admitted. "I am an arrogant bastard for trying to force you to my will, and upsetting you as I have. I promise to you that I will never do it again, if you will only be reconciled to me, and be yourself again. I did not realize that my correction would affect you the way that it has - to make such a terrible change in you."

"You don’t like the change?" Welkin looked confused. "By the way you were acting, I thought that you wanted me to be less spontaneous, and more controlled, like other people."

"I thought that I did, but I see now, that is not what I want at all. I want my Welkin back," he admitted, somewhat plaintively.

Snape was doing the pleading now, which gave Welkin no end of satisfaction. Mainly because it meant that he really did not want her to change. The dark cloud in Welkin’s mind lifted perceptibly. "You still like me the way that I am, even if I drive you crazy sometimes?" She had to hear him say it again, to reassure her. Welkin didn’t care what other people thought about her, but she certainly did care what Severus thought.

"I love you just the way that you are," Snape corrected. "I would not have you change in any way." The coldness she had seen in his eyes, when he had pushed her from his lap earlier, was gone. Now, there was only love and a hint of desperation emanating from within those dark depths.

"I’m so happy to hear that, my sweet Sevvy. You can’t imagine how much. I love you just the way that you are too, but let’s not be mean to each other anymore. I don't want to fight with you."

Welkin fell into his arms with a smile. "I’m sorry I told you that I didn’t want you to teach me anything. I was just angry. I didn’t really mean it. I do want to learn how to brew potions, and you’re the best teacher there is," she enthused. "Do I really have to get up so early though?"

"No. Of course not, my pet. We will work out a better schedule together," Snape agreed, relieved that she seemed to be getting back to normal.

Welkin decided not to mention her flight lessons. She didn’t want to push her luck. She changed the topic to something that she was much more interested in.

"What about the party at the Burrow? It really does sound like fun, and I already have a killer of a new dress for it." Welkin coaxed him, pushing her renewed advantage with him.

"If you really have your heart set on attending this annual Weasley Christmas debacle, I shall proudly escort you, my love," Snape told her, falling back into his familiar pattern of indulging her. It felt right. He would not abandon it again, no matter what Dumbledore thought about it. If that meant he was pussy-whipped in his eyes, then so be it. He would not jeopardize his relationship with Welkin for the sake of his masculine pride ever again. There would be many more skirmishes between him and Welkin, he knew. There always would be. It was part of the nature of their relationship and added spice to it. But he would never physically humiliate her again, like he had tonight, no matter how outrageously she behaved. She was his wife, and his love, and not one of his students to discipline or force to his will in such an unseemly manner.

"Thank you, Severus. It’s going to be so much fun! Just you wait and see! You’ll be glad I talked you into it." The sparkle was back in her green eyes.

"Will you rub some more salve on my butt?" Welkin requested, flipping back onto her stomach. "It’s still pretty sore, and I like the way your hands feel."

"I would be delighted," Snape acquiesced, removing his tunic jacket, so that he was now somewhat more casually attired, in his pristine white shirt with modest gathering at the cuffs and neckline. He retrieved the jar of balm from the top of the nightstand.

"So…you think I have a ‘beautiful posterior’?" Welkin asked, fishing for more compliments.

"You have a beautiful everything, my love. But, yes, your posterior is quite lovely and enticing." His hands began the soothing circular motions again, as he distributed the salve as smoothly as he was distributing the compliments.

"I didn’t know you were such an ass man," Welkin told him, closing her eyes to savor the feel of his hands on her skin.

"Neither did I, until I saw yours," Snape admitted.

"Tell me something. I’ve always wondered about this. It’s about that first night I arrived, when you undressed me and cleaned me up, and put me in the robe. Before I woke up and you questioned me, did you touch me while I was unconscious? I won’t be angry if you did. We’re married now, after all. It’s just water under the bridge."

"I had to touch you, in the process of undressing and dressing you again," Snape said. "It would have been impossible to put you in the robe otherwise."

"You know what I mean, Severus. I don’t mean did you touch me. I mean did you touch me?"

There was a long pause. His hands stopped their circular motion, as he decided to answer truthfully. "Yes." He resumed his motions a little more briskly than before. Welkin sensed he was a little embarrassed at his admission to her.

"I figured you did, you horny devil." She laughed softly. "I knew my nipples were erect for a reason, and it wasn’t that cold in there." It wasn’t cold in their bedchamber at all either, but her nipples were erect now too - from the combination of Snape’s hands on her, and her thoughts of what he might have done with her unconscious.

"You played with my breasts, then. What else did you do? Did you touch my pussy? Did you fingerfuck me? Did you rub your cock on me? I know you didn’t fuck me, because I would have been sore," Welkin said matter-of-factly.

After nearly a year of marriage, Snape was no longer shocked by Welkin’s casual and often vulgar attitude towards sexual banter. She did not consider the terms she used to be offensive in any way. She thought that most people were far too prudish when it came to the subject of sex, and needed to dispense with all of the false propriety, and simply enjoy themselves with complete abandon.

"I did touch your breasts, and your pussy. I kissed you on the lips. I did not insert myself in any way," Snape insisted to her.

"You kissed me on the lips?" Welkin was quite surprised. She had pictured many things, but not that. "That’s a very intimate thing for you to have done."

"You do not think that touching your pussy was intimate?" Snape asked, equally surprised.

"Not necessarily. It depends on the circumstance. But kissing is always intimate," Welkin told him. "You don’t just kiss anybody. At least, I don’t. Why did you kiss me?"

"I suppose that I just could not help myself. I knew it was wrong - all of it. But I could not stop myself."

He paused, and reconsidered his answer.

"No. That is not exactly true. I could have, but I just did not want to stop myself. You looked so appealing and vulnerable, lying there on the couch after I put the robe on you. I remember that I was starting to secure the sash of your robe, and suddenly realized that, after my interrogation, I would have to Obliviate you and return you to your world. I would no longer have the opportunity to kiss you. I opened the robe, put my hand on your breast, and kissed you." He still sounded a little embarrassed at the admission of what he had done.

"What did I do when you kissed me? Did I respond in any way?" Welkin wondered. The visual image in her head was exciting her both sexually and emotionally.

"You moaned, and you opened your mouth slightly. I was very surprised, but delighted. I wondered what might have happened if you had awoken at that moment," Snape said a little wistfully. "I doubt that it would have been what I hoped might happen at the time."

"Maybe it would have," Welkin said gently, wanting to give him his fantasy. "There are worse ways to be awakened than by the kiss of a handsome stranger. It is the stuff of fairy tales, after all, Sleeping Beauty, awakened by the kiss of her prince." The romance of the image appealed to her too. Welkin rolled over onto her back, ignoring the remaining twinges of soreness. "Will you kiss me now, my only love, my handsome Half-Blood Prince?"

"Most assuredly," Snape said, lying on the bed next to her. His Welkin was back, he thought happily, as he claimed his reawakened Beauty. With any luck, she would never disappear again.

Welkin was singing to him, her audience of one, as she danced around the room in her robe. Snape sat up in bed, bare-chested, his hands behind his head, watching her with a satisfied smile on his face.

Reunited and it feels so good

Reunited 'cause we understood

There's one perfect fit

And, sugar, this one is it

(She turned towards him, pointed at him and swayed her hips from side to side as she finished the chorus.)

We both are so ex-cit-ed

'Cause we're reunited, hey, hey**

"You are very good at that," Snape told her. "Have you sung professionally? What is this song?"

"God, no. I just sing because I like to. The song is Reunited by Peaches and Herb. I’m Peaches" - she pointed at herself - "and you’re Herb" - she pointed at him. "Next time you have to sing it with me."

She picked up one of the shopping bags she had dropped on the floor at the door early in the evening. "Let me show you what I got for you when I was shopping." She ran towards the bed and took a flying leap into it, falling against him, the bag partially spilling its contents into his lap.

Snape spotted the liqueur-filled chocolates, and immediately started to un-wrap them. He was very partial to these bite-sized confections, with their delicious payload of flavored liquid centers. Welkin had introduced him to them during the summer when they were at Spinner’s End.

"Don’t go crazy with those, Severus. Just a few at a time, not half the box like you did the last time. Otherwise, you’ll get fat, and then I guess I’ll just have to divorce you," Welkin warned him. "I can’t have a fat man grunting over me in bed like a rutting hog," she sniffed at him.

Snape made his selection and offered the box to her. "What the hell," she said. "We’ll both get fat, and I can be your sow and grunt right along with you." She selected one with raspberry liqueur filling.

"Wha ish tha?" Severus asked, his mouth full of chocolate. He had picked up the book.

"It’s that book you wanted on Persian spells and incantations. I was going to give it to you at Christmas, but I didn’t want to wait." She watched his face in anticipation as he leafed through it. She liked surprising him with little gifts like this.

He finished chewing and swallowed. "I only mentioned this book one time months ago, and you remembered it all this time? You had this for me all the time when I was being so dreadful to you. I do not deserve your thoughtfulness, or your love," Snape told her.

"I know it. But I love you anyway," Welkin teased. "If the only people who got love were those who always behaved well, then I guess none of us would ever be loved, don’t you think?"

Welkin withdrew the last item from the shopping bag with a little flourish. "These are for you too, but I’m going to enjoy them myself, whenever I see you in them." She held up the emerald green silk boxers. "Look! They’re Slytherin green! They can be your lucky drawers that you wear for Quidditch matches!"

Snape arched his eyebrow. "Those are interesting, but who is going to know that I have them on?"

"Well…" Welkin pondered a solution. "Maybe whenever Slytherin scores, you can drop your trousers, and do a little happy dance? I’ll wear my green St. Patrick’s Day panties with the clovers and leprechauns on them, and join you."

"We will both be arrested for indecent exposure, and carted off to St. Mungo’s psychiatric ward," Snape told her.

"Maybe you will be, but not me. Everybody already expects me to do crazy things. They wouldn’t even bat an eyelash."

"So many gifts for me, and I have nothing for you," Snape said, selecting another chocolate for her. He held it close to her lips and she bit into it, the liqueur drizzling onto her lower lip as she chewed. He popped the other half of the chocolate into his own mouth, leaned over, and gently licked her bottom lip clean.

"I know what you can do for me," Welkin told him. "You can sing a verse of Reunited with me."

"I am not a singer," Snape protested.

"It doesn’t matter, Severus. Nobody’s going to hear it but us. Please? You sing the first line, and I’ll sing the next, etcetera."

Welkin folded the shopping bag flat, opened the nightstand drawer next to her, and retrieved her wand. She pointed it at the bag, and intoned a Scripting Charm. Six lines of verse magically appeared on the surface of the bag.

"Very impressive." Snape told her. "I really must remember to offer my compliments to Professor Flitwick on his teaching skills."

"He says I have a natural aptitude for Charms, whatever that’s supposed to mean," Welkin said.

Welkin huddled next to him, her head against his shoulder, with the words in front of them. "You start with the first line, and I’ll follow you. Do you remember the tune I sang earlier?"

"I believe so, but do not expect much of this effort. I have never sung before," he warned her. If anyone else had requested this of him, he would have thought they were insane to do so. As long as no one else heard him, he would try it, to please his Welkin.

Snape: Lover, lover, this is solid love

Welkin: And you're exactly what I'm dreaming of

Snape: All through the day

Welkin: And all through the night

Snape: I'll give you all the love I have

Welkin: With all my might, hey, hey**

Welkin laughed with delight. "That was great, Sevvy! You can carry a tune, and you’ve got such a sexy, low singing voice! If I had panties on right now, I’d be creaming them."

"Thank you, Peaches. But I believe you said that my name is Herb," Snape told her seriously. "As to the creaming of your nonexistent knickers, I believe that I should check the veracity of that statement. I am fairly certain that creaming can occur, with or without, the garment in question."

Welkin squealed, and put up a mock struggle, as he tried to slide his hand beneath her robe.

"Keep your filthy paws off my nonexistent silk panties, you pervert!" Welkin laughed, rolling off the bed onto the floor during their struggles, right onto her still somewhat sore ass. "Ow!"

Snape slid off the bed after her, coming to rest beside her, flat on his back, his penis waving stiffly in the air, begging for her attentions.

"Peaches, I believe that my cock would like to be ‘reunited’ with your pussy," Snape informed her, wrapping his hand around it.

"I think that can be arranged ‘Herb’," Welkin said coyly, climbing on top of him, and lowering herself onto his erection. "Let me teach you another song. It’s called Relax (Don’t Do It) by Frankie Goes To Hollywood."

Welkin began to bob up and down as she sang.

Oh oh

Wee-ell-Now!

Relax don't do it

When you want to go to it

Relax don't do it

When you want to come

Relax don't do it

When you want to come

When you want to come…***

Snape groaned loudly, his cock encased in and squeezed tightly by Welkin’s pussy. Welkin’s breathy delivery of the song, and the sight of her being impaled over and over by his pole, as her breasts bounced and jiggled above him, pretty much assured that he would not be able to follow the admonishment of these new lyrics for long. In fact, he sincerely doubted that he was going to make it to the end of the song. He grasped her firmly by the hips as she rode him, and groaned louder.

"Hold on tight, Herb," Welkin told him, quickening her pace. "The next verse is a doozy!"

Author's Notes: Song attributions - **Reunited by Peaches and Herb - written by Dino Fekaris, J. Frederick - Universal Music Publishing Group; ***Relax (Don't Do It) by Frankie Goes to Hollywood - written by Michael Holbrook Penniman and Nicholas Eede - Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing LLC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing, LLC, EMI Music Publishing
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 22 - Reunited