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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 45 - The Picnic

Welkin amiably performs another kind of wifely duty for Severus - washing his hair. Severus agrees to a picnic outing for Welkin's belated birthday gift, where they eat, drink, and play 'ravish the water nymph'.

Welkin finished struggling with Sully to get his shirt and pants on after his morning bath, gave up on the idea of shoes, kissed him thoroughly, and set him down on the bathroom floor.

"Nake! Nake!" he demanded, raising one hand in the air as he looked up at her.

"You and that nasty, filthy snake," Welkin told him. She gave it a quick Scourgifying with her wand before handing it down to him.

"Da," Sully announced wisely.

"Yes, Da gave that to you, didn’t he?" Welkin agreed. "But I’m not Scourgifying him. Mama likes it when he’s nasty and filthy!" She laughed to herself, amused by the visual images that sprang to mind.

Sully laughed too, then crawled away into the bedroom with the somewhat bedraggled looking stuffed toy, right past his ‘nasty, filthy’ father, who was standing in the doorway looking at Welkin expectantly, holding a large purple bottle of shampoo.

"Next!" Welkin shouted.

"Strip down, please," she instructed, as Severus handed her the shampoo, and she moved a chair into place in front of the sink. "Unless you want to get your clothes wet."

Snape quickly stripped off his jacket and shirt, settled into the chair, and leaned back with a pleased look on his face.

It was amazing how fast he could do that, Welkin thought, considering how many buttons were involved. It was probably because he’d had so many years of practice buttoning himself up, both literally and figuratively. Fortunately she’d been able to loosen his figurative buttons quite a bit in a much shorter time – at least, he was somewhat different, and more relaxed, when he was alone with her. His public persona had changed a little as well, but not very much. Severus Snape was still a very private person, and always would be, she conceded – and that was alright with Welkin, because she loved him any way that he chose to be.

Welkin wet his hair thoroughly with warm water, and added a bit of shampoo. The mild lilac scent of the shampoo had been a point of contention between them at first, but Severus had allowed her to use it on him when she pointed out that, not only was she quite partial to the smell, but that no one else ever got that close to him but her, so they probably wouldn’t be able to smell it on him anyway.

Welkin lathered him up, and began to work her fingers through his hair, and massage his scalp. Snape closed his eyes, and let a tiny smile quirk the corners of his mouth. He loved the way it felt when Welkin pampered him by washing his hair for him, and he also loved that she actually enjoyed doing it for him, and did not seem to think it was merely an added chore on her already busy schedule.

"Does that feel good?" Welkin asked, watching as the muscles of Snape’s arms and chest slowly became less rigid and tight.

"It is most relaxing, Wells," he agreed. His dark eyes opened and he stared up at her. "I was just thinking this morning that June was such a harrowing month that we never had an opportunity to celebrate your birthday, my sweet. What do you desire that I purchase for you? Those emerald earrings that we saw that you favored?"

"I don’t need more jewelry, sweetness. Missing my birthday this year is not that big a deal. You don’t have to get me anything special."

"It is a ‘big deal’ to me," he insisted. "Tell me what you wish, and I shall secure it for you."

"What if you just take me and Sully on a birthday picnic? Remember that little stream we found with all the trees around it when we were out walking last year? I’d really like that. You could use a little sunlight and fresh air too."

Welkin thought Severus’s pale skin was sexy, but she wasn’t so sure that it was exactly healthy for him to lock himself away from the sunlight all the time, like he tended to prefer. An outing in the sun would be good for him.

"What does one do on a picnic excursion?" Snape asked. He used to meet Lily outside in natural settings quite often when he was a child, but there had rarely been food involved. She had mostly talked, and he had mostly listened.

"Well, you spread out a blanket to sit or lie on in a pretty place, and you eat and drink and enjoy nature. Sometimes you play games. You could read to me and Sully. Lots of things. There are no hard and fast rules," Welkin said. "I assume this means that this is one more thing we can add to the list of things you’ve never done before?"

"That is correct. Where does one acquire the manner of food which one eats on this sort of excursion?"

"Back home you usually made it yourself or bought it at the grocery: tuna sandwiches, fried chicken, potato salad, chips, things like that," she listed. "Maybe some wine, cheese, and fruit."

A frown creased Snape’s brow. "Except for brewing potions, I do not cook," he told her. "We do not have a house-elf," he added.

"Nor do I want one," Welkin responded firmly. "I don't think it's right to take advantage of them like people do, even if most of them don't want to be freed. They would want their freedom if they knew what they were missing."

She inexplicably, but quite pleasantly, bent over him and kissed him squarely on his large, hooked nose.

"We're not too lazy or incompetent to do things for ourselves, are we? I think I could rustle up the food and wine if you’ll take charge of getting the basket to put the food in, and a soft blanket to spread out on the ground," Welkin said.

"Does one ever engage in sexual activities on these excursions?" Snape asked hopefully.

"That’s been known to happen," Welkin grinned. "But we might have to wait until Sully falls asleep," she added.

"Sullivan does not require a picnic excursion," Snape concluded abruptly. "It is not his birthday. He can attend some other outing with us. I shall ask Mrs. Murdoch if she can travel here to tend to him."

Waiting for sex was not high on Severus Snape's growing list of pleasant things to do. It never had been, but before Welkin, he had not had the option to be either patient or impatient about it. He had no such opportunities for sex at all to contend with. It was amazing to him that, since his marriage, he had occasionally encountered other offers from women who suddenly found him much more desirable. He had turned them down, of course. He had the woman he wanted. He was not in the least bit curious concerning other females and their dubious charms.

Welkin used the spray attachment on the sink to rinse the shampoo from Snape’s hair, gradually cooling the water to assure that his hair would shine. She asked him to sit up as she began to towel dry him.

"So what you’re suggesting is that you want me to make all the food, shop for the wine, leave poor little Sully behind when we go, and have hot wizard sex the rest of the day with you, after you’ve stuffed yourself on my victuals?" Welkin ran the scenario by him for his confirmation.

"Was that not what you had in mind?" Snape asked.

Welkin took the towel away, and fluffed his hair with her fingers as it began to air dry.

"Of course, sweetness. What else could I have possibly had in mind but that?" she agreed, rolling her eyes behind his back.

He would also secure those emerald earrings for Welkin and present them to her at an opportune moment on their excursion, Snape decided.

Severus wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, pressing his face into her ribcage. He pushed up her blouse and kissed her where his face had been a moment ago, then nibbled beneath each breast in turn.

"Is this supposed to be my tip?" Welkin asked, mock sarcastically.

"No, this is..." He took her by the hand, and guided it between his legs to his erection.

He looked up at her confidently, waiting for his smile from her.

"This appears to be an optimum location," Snape announced, tired of scouting up and down the stream with Welkin for a spot to stage their belated birthday picnic.

Welkin noticed that he had chosen a location beneath one of the shadiest trees in the vicinity. Apparently he had no intention of getting the slightest bit sunburned on this outing. The dense foliage made it highly unlikely that even one sunbeam would strike him directly.

"This is a really pretty spot," Welkin agreed. She grabbed the soft, thick blanket they had brought with them and let him help her spread it on the ground.

"You look very rugged in those jeans," she complimented him.

"I do not see why I could not wear my normal clothing," Snape grumbled. "These jean pants you selected are too tight, and leave nothing to the imagination."

"I’ll say," Welkin agreed, as she stared openly at his bulging crotch. She had purchased dark denim jeans and a red shirt for Severus to wear on their outing, and after much pleading and promises, had convinced him to actually wear them. His butt looked amazing in them - not to mention the arresting display of that prodigious package of his. He looked splendid both coming and going, and if she had anything to say about it, he would be doing one of those two things at least several times today.

"It’s much too warm for you to wear your regular clothing today. Do you want to have a heat stroke? You’ll get used to them. Just give it a chance. They loosen up after you’ve worn them awhile. I think you look hot in jeans."

"I thought you said I would be hot in my regular clothing," he replied, misunderstanding her.

"I meant hot like sexy." she laughed at him. "Not hot like overheated."

"Oh," he said, finally understanding her meaning, as they reclined together on the blanket, facing each other.

"I should like to inform you that I am not wearing an undergarment. Are you intrigued by this admission?" He arched an eyebrow at her suggestively.

"Very. Is that a new seduction technique you’re trying out? Suddenly announcing that you’re not wearing underpants?"

"Is it effective?"

"Yes, damn you. Juvenile, but very effective." She moved closer, and pressed herself against him. "We just got here, and we haven’t even eaten yet."

"It is only mid-morn. The breakfast you prepared was very filling, and it is too early to eat again. We shall have to fill the time some other way," he drawled, nuzzling her throat.

"I feel like we’re in that Eduoard Manet painting, The Luncheon on the Grass," Welkin remarked. "Are you familiar with it? The one where they’re having a picnic, and the lady is naked on the blanket, and the two gentlemen are having a conversation and ignoring her?"

"No, I have not seen it, but I am certain you could not truthfully characterize my most recent attentions to you as ignoring you," he answered, as he struggled back into his jeans.

Welkin grabbed his new red shirt as he reached for it and put it on herself, not bothering to button the buttons.

"Give me my shirt, Wells," he requested. Severus sounded like a grown version of Sully, who likewise sounded quite similar to his father whenever he demanded his ‘Nake’. They were both adorable when frustrated, Welkin thought.

"No. You don’t need a shirt. You look a little like a satyr without it. I’m going to pretend I’m a water nymph, and you’re a satyr who lured me out of the stream, and is about to ravish me if you catch me," she fantasized.

"Can we not eat something first?" Snape asked. "It is almost noon now, and I have already ravished the water nymph twice, by my reckoning."

"You ravished me, not the water nymph," Welkin corrected. " She hasn’t come out of the water yet. But I suppose you do need to keep your strength up for future ravishments."

She began to distribute food onto the plates they had brought with them, and set them on the blanket. When she was finished, she sank down cross-legged next to them. Snape took his place beside her, and carefully assumed the same position.

"I guess those pants really are a little too tight, huh?" Welkin said, observing how slowly he had lowered himself. "That looked painful."

"If they were any tighter, you would not have to concern yourself about ever becoming pregnant again." Snape frowned.

"I’m sorry, Sevvy. I should have gotten them a little bit looser. I keep forgetting about your other dangly parts - El Grande Cohones!" She kissed him on the cheek.

"If you would not object, then…" He produced his wand from the picnic basket, and cast an enlarging charm, altering his jeans instantly to a still flattering but less snug fit. Snape looked relieved.

"Now that your potency is no longer in jeopardy, eat your lunch, Sevvy, and then we’ll play water nymph. You can be the Greek god Pan, and I’ll be Syrinx - unless you want to be Syrinx," she teased.

"I might have 'girl hair', according to your brother, but as you have pointed out, I lack the equipment to be convincing in such a role," Snape said.

Severus held up his tuna sandwich, and inspected it warily. "What are these elements you have added to this mixture?"

"Chopped hard-boiled egg, onions, pickle, and a little celery. Nothing toxic. You may have a little heartburn later, but you won’t die," she promised.

He took a small bite from the pointed end, and chewed and swallowed cautiously. Apparently it met with his approval as he continued eating until he was finished, and then selected another.

"Have some of my potato chips," she offered, stuffing a Pringle into his mouth.

"Crisps," he said, crunching on it.

"What?"

"They are called potato crisps," he informed her.

"Oh…on your side of the pond you mean."

"On our side of the pond," he included her, making her grin.

After they finished lunch, Snape opened a bottle of wine, and they drank and talked until it was empty.

"Damn. Now what do we do?" Welkin teased, lying against his bare chest as he lay on his back on the blanket, contemplating the leafy tree branches.

"I am the great god Pan," he replied imperiously. "I command that you play my flute, oh beauteous water nymph," he told her. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and lay back expectantly with his hands behind his head.

Welkin squealed loudly, and leapt up from the blanket. "Not on your life, you old goat!"

She threw off his shirt, ran naked to the edge of the stream, and dashed in, standing knee-deep in the water. She turned in the afternoon sunlight, and looked back at him, smiling. Welkin arched her back, and raised her arms above her head, striking a pose and looking every inch the enticing water nymph she was pretending to be.

That did it.

Snape quickly shucked out of his jeans, nearly falling on the blanket in his haste as his foot became entangled.

Unconstricted at last, he dashed to the water, and waded in with her.

"No fair! No fair! Pan doesn’t come into the water! He’s supposed to lure her!" Welkin protested.

"Pan does damn well what he pleases! He’s a god!" Snape told her, capturing her easily, since she chose not to struggle. He lifted her in his arms, and strode out deeper into the water until he was at chest level and she had to grab around his neck to keep her head from submerging as he lowered her again.

Snape stood looking tenderly into her eyes and leaned his lips close to hers. Just before they touched, he jerked her arms loose from around his neck and dunked her under the water, pulling her back up, sputtering angrily as she clutched at him again.

"You deserved that for your insolence in running from the great god Pan," he told her.

"Like hell I did!" she coughed. "You tried to drown me!"

"More insolence?" he asked silkily. "You contradict me?" He grasped her arms again and hesitated this time, letting his intention have time to sink in.

"No! No! I’m not contradicting you, Pan!" she assured him quickly, clutching at him tighter.

He threaded the fingers of one hand through her wet locks of hair and grasped her, pulling her to him for a rough kiss that took her breath away, but silenced her coughing.

"Pleasure me, Welkin," he sighed into her ear, as his other hand slid to her buttocks.

"Syrinx," she reminded him. "I’m Syrinx."

"No - you are my Welkin, and I am your Severus - not a god, merely a man who loves you," he admitted, capturing her heart as easily as he had her body.

"Be with me in reality," he requested, quoting something that she had once asked of him. "No more fantasies today, Wells…please? I need you."

"Severus," she agreed. "My sweet, sweet Severus…" Welkin kissed him and wrapped her legs around his hips in the water. He had said the magic words, and she wanted nothing more at this moment than to love him and please him, and have him love her in return.

She kissed Severus as if she would never get the opportunity again. His hands slid over her wet skin as she squirmed against him in the water, which was flowing around them on its ceaseless journey downstream, as if inexplicably eager to be away from the idyllic setting.

She felt his hardened cock slap her sharply between the legs as it rigidly stood at attention, and she moaned in his ear. "My love…my love…I need you so much…"

With one hand, Severus grasped his cock and pressed it inside her, starting with a slow movement in and out that rapidly gained momentum as she continued to whisper in his ear; her loving words alternating with the cruder terms which he nonetheless knew were as much an evidence of her love for him as the sweetest of her endearments.

He wanted to fill her pussy with his cock, and he wanted to fill her mind and her heart with him. He wanted to burn himself into her, and brand her in every way possible as his forever, just as she had branded him, replacing the Dark Mark that had once burned his flesh when he was young and foolish.

Welkin began to meet his thrusts, as her mouth sought his eagerly. She felt the water against her back and the wind in her hair as they fucked in the warm July sun. They battered at each other like the waves crashing against the rocks that she often watched from the North Tower window.

"Severus," she panted. "Make me come," she begged, her lips brushing his shoulder, as she dug her nails into him, so close to the edge of fulfillment.

He grasped her thrusting buttocks and pulled her sharply against him, holding her there, squirming against him as she attempted to continue the fucking movement. He rotated his hips and she exploded with pleasure as her orgasm began. Her lips parted and she gave a loud growl, no longer aware of the outside world except for his low moan, and the feeling when he spewed himself into her as he came inside her. Still grinding frantically against him, she opened her mouth again and bit down hard on his shoulder, her nails digging into him even harder.

"My love…my soul," Severus breathed, rotating his hips again as he sought to prolong her pleasure. The crescent moon-shaped bite mark on his shoulder tingled as Welkin tongued it once before letting her head rest against his chest.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 45 - The Picnic