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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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Sweet Savage Wizard

Snape frets about his son's lisp, and his own future relationship with Sullivan. Welkin reads the 'good parts' of some popular wizarding romance literature to Severus, and gives him a special gift, which is much more painful than she expected. Voldemort discovers Welkin's big secret and makes plans, and Bella annoys the Dark Lord with her jealousy and dogged devotion.

"He's still just a baby, even if he is saying a few words here and there. A lot of children lisp a little when they start to talk, Severus. He'll learn to say it correctly, in time. You worry too much," Welkin told him.

"I will not have my son announcing to everyone at Hogwarts that he is 'ully 'nape," Snape insisted. "He should learn to say his name properly, or…"

"Let me guess…you will not countenance it?"

Welkin smiled indulgently at him as she crossed the room with the paperback book she'd gone to get, and took her place in his lap.

"Or…as I was going to say before you interrupted me…I am certain that Sullivan will be teased and tormented about it by the other children. You do not always have the foreknowledge of what I am going to say, or the ability to complete my sentences for me, Welkin. It is somewhat presumptuous of you to continually attempt to do so," Snape told her, frowning at her. It was another of her somewhat annoying personal habits. Not that it was always annoying. Sometimes he liked being that transparent to her, but this was not one of those times.

"It saves time when I finish your sentences. You're pretty long-winded sometimes. Sometimes you crap on forever about things. What other children are you talking about? Has somebody else had a baby around here that I don't know about? Sully's too young to be teased about his lisp by anybody yet. He's barely a year old. It's just cute to people right now when he says 'nape. We can both work with him if we need to later on. He just has trouble with the ess and the el sounds right now. It really isn't anything to worry about, Sevvy," Welkin reassured him again. "He's smart as a whip. You already know that. His little eyes don't miss a thing!" she said proudly.

"Sullivan is quite exceptional in many ways," Snape agreed. "I have no doubt that he is destined for greatness. You have predicted as much."

"You see? A little thing like a temporary lisp isn't anything to get all upset about. I couldn't say my els either, until my brother coached me on them when I was two. And it took Glenn months to teach me how to tell time. I kept shouting three o'clock every time, because that's what time he'd first moved the hands to on the broken clock he used as a visual aid."

"My father would certainly never have countenanced a lisp," Snape grumbled, with a troubled, faraway look in his eyes. It made Welkin wonder if he'd even heard half of what she'd said about it. His mind seemed to be in the past today, which was definitely not a good place for him to be revisiting, Welkin thought. There was almost nothing good back there for him to find.

"Your father was a very miserable, unhappy man a good deal of the time, based on what you've told me about him," Welkin observed. "Who really knows all the reasons why? And who really cares at this point?"

"I do, Wells," Severus said quietly. "I must, if I am not to repeat his mistakes with you and Sullivan." He shifted uncomfortably, but resisted the urge to keep his fears bottled up inside, as used to be his custom, before Welkin.

"After a point, when I was older, I felt nothing but disdain for my father and his pettiness, instead of fear and anger. But I wish Sullivan not to feel any of those things for me at all. I know that I am not…an easy man to live with," he admitted with difficulty. "What if I become to Sullivan as my father was to me?" He looked at Welkin with a worried expression.

"No chance of that, my love. The fact that you can even be concerned about that means that your heart's in the right place, and you won't ever let that happen. You could never say the cruel things to Sully that your father said to you and your mother. Or lay your hands on us in anger," Welkin added, recalling Severus's most upsetting childhood memory. "You have too much self-control to let that happen."

"It was only the one time, and he had been drinking to excess. The mill had closed and he was without work for an extended period of time," Snape explained his Muggle father's actions hastily. "He was not always so…in the beginning he was less stern, before I showed him what I was."

"You mean, before you showed him how talented you were. He should have been proud of you for that, Severus, not afraid of you, and afraid of what the neighbors would think. Don't make excuses for him. It doesn't matter why he did it, Severus. He had no right to do that to her, or to you, under any circumstances. You were just a little boy. You deserved a lot better than you got…from the both of them. They must have loved each other once, but something happened to that, and unfortunately, you just got lost along the way. You were the most precious thing they still had together, and they couldn't even see that."

Welkin put her arms around his stiff neck to hug him, and he relaxed perceptibly. "Anyway…I've found you now. You'll never be lost or forgotten again, I promise you."

"Wells…I love you," Severus said suddenly.

"I know it. What's not to love?" she replied with a cocky grin. "I love you too," she added, as her grin faded.

Most of the time, it was very easy for her to love Severus. But sometimes, when his insecurities acted up like this, loving Severus Snape was a hell of a lot of work. Her chosen job of loving and supporting him was sometimes taxing to her patience, but it was never boring, and there were plenty of interesting fringe benefits to be had, in her access to his body, mind, and spirit.

This conversation was depressing them both, Welkin decided. She needed to distract him with something more pleasant.

"Sully's absolutely crazy about you, you know, just like I am. He loves his Daddy so much now, and he always will," Welkin asserted to him, drawing the worrisome subject to a close.

"Tell me, you pompous ass," she said fondly, "would I ever be stupid enough to sit in your lap like this if I was afraid of anything you might do or say to me? Would I cheerfully fuck a man senseless who was cruel to me? Would I read soft-core pornography to a man who was like that, right before I fuck him senseless?" she asked him facetiously.

The expression in his sad, dark eyes changed immediately to an inquisitive, curious one. If Severus had been a dog, his ears would have perked up and poked through the dark curtain of hair framing his angular, pale face, as he sensed the imminent presentation of a particularly tasty doggie treat.

"You wish to read to me?" he asked with interest. He liked it nearly as much when Welkin read to him as she did when he read from his books to her. He found her low voice very soothing and sensual.

"I've got something a little different for you. It's a little less high-minded than what we normally read to each other, but I think you'll like it. I picked it up in Hogsmeade at one of the shops where they're now carrying a small selection of paperback literature popular with witches of all ages. It's a lot like the Muggle historical romance bodice-rippers I used to read when I was a teenager," Welkin said, showing him the brightly colored cover of the one she'd purchased.

The cover featured a pale, ruggedly handsome dark-haired wizard with long, flowing locks of hair. He was dressed in a kilt, and had a lovely, buxom, auburn-haired maiden crushed against his manly chest under an oak tree in the moonlight. The couple were moving and writhing slowly and sensually against one another, entwined in a passionate kiss, and as Snape watched, they turned their heads towards him, their cheeks pressed together, and both winked broadly, smiling happily at him.

"It's from the immensely popular Sweet Savage Wizard series, by Desiree Bitte," Welkin grinned, as Snape rolled his eyes at her.

"Your choices in literature, akin to your choices in food combinations, are rather questionable, it would appear," he drawled.

"Don't be so damn snooty and condescending about it, or I'm going to start calling you Narcissa," Welkin warned him jokingly. "We read plenty of great literature together all the time. Just think of this less as great literature, and more as entertainment and foreplay," she told him.

If he wasn't already so inclined, the mention of the word foreplay would definitely assure his cooperation, Welkin thought confidently. Foreplay, presentplay, afterplay; he was always pretty much up for any type of physical play she suggested, with a few notable exceptions.

"I marked some of the good parts, and skipped the boring stuff, like plotting. Who is that writer kidding with that plot crap? Who the fuck really cares about the plot in something like this anyway? Witches just read these to masturbate to. I know I used to when I was a girl," she grinned. "I spent many a rainy Sunday afternoon diddling myself to a rip-roarin' climax to one of these babies," she informed him. "It was fucking fantastic fantasy stuff…until I discovered real cocks. Fantasy fucking kind of pales by comparison to an encounter with a real honest-to-goodness cock."

Snape frowned at the back of her head, not happy with her announcement about the joys and benefits of discovering someone else's real cock at such a young age.

Welkin felt Severus's body stiffen beneath hers, and not in a good way. "Nobody else's cock even comes close to yours though, sweetness. Yours is absolutely gorgeous. Makes me wet just thinking about it," she said matter-of-factly. It was all true, but it was also a very well-timed ego-boosting statement on her part, and it worked.

Snape relaxed again, and smiled indulgently at her expressive vulgarities. His Welkin certainly had a way with words, even if all of them weren't always fit for mixed company…or any company other than his, really. The shocked expressions of other people when she sometimes let a forbidden phrase slip out in their presence actually amused him quite a bit under most circumstances. It was quite entertaining the way they stammered and blushed, or pretended not to hear, while Welkin just kept talking, usually blithely unaware that she'd said anything amiss at all.

Welkin settled herself in again comfortably. She leaned back against Snape's chest, and opened the book to the first of the 'good' passages she had saved with a Marking Charm. She began to read to him in her low, sultry, expressively emotional voice.

"Hyacinth gasped with equal parts of fear for her unsullied maidenhead, and excited anticipation, as the handsome Chief of the Wizarding Clan of MacCoinnich guided her trembling, pale hand to grasp his rapidly swelling manhood beneath his kilt. 'Sir! I have never known a man before in such an intimate way. Is it your intention to despoil my innocence? I thought you a wizard of honor, Sir. Am I only a hostage whose body will be ravished for your sordid pleasures?' " Welkin read the words breathily to him.

"God, I hope so," Welkin added sotto voce. "Otherwise I need to skip some more fucking pages."

"She is virgin?" Snape asked, with a little more interest than Welkin had expected. "Is she Witch or Muggle?"

"Yes, she's a virgin, and a Muggle, a heady combination for him, since he's never had a Muggle maiden before, and he's just about to rip her clothes off and despoil her with his massive 'magic wand' until morning breaks over the heathers, kind of like you did to me. Hold the questions, please…we're just getting to the really good part," Welkin said impatiently.

"Of course, Welkin. I did not mean to interrupt the fascinating narrative of Hyacinth's deflowering," Snape apologized with somewhat doubtful sincerity. "However, I feel compelled to point out that you were neither Muggle nor virgin when we met, my pet."

"Mere technicalities. You thought I was a Muggle, and I might have been a virgin, for all you knew, unless you checked while I was unconscious, and you said you didn't. You did rip my nightgown off, and you do have a massive wand," she pointed out. "So there are plenty of similarities. Now, stop critiquing and listen." She poked him in the ribs to silence him.

"Oh…I almost forgot…you can touch me while I'm reading, if you want to," Welkin informed him graciously.

Snape pressed his thin lips together in amusement at her self-serving announcement. If she wanted him to touch her, why didn't she just say so? She wasn't usually shy about such things.

He suddenly realized that he'd already begun to touch her as she read, without her prompting. He didn't really need her approval for that, but it was good to have it. He liked it when she either obliquely, or directly, initiated sex with him. The knowledge that she planned to incite his passion for her by reading to him tonight was quite flattering to his ego, as well as stimulating. He let her continue reading, without further comment, filing away in his mind the lurid, but somewhat intriguing sexual scenario she was relating to him, to surprise Welkin with in a reenactment at some later date.

Further availing himself of her generous offer, Snape cupped one of Welkin's soft, firm breasts in his palm, and began to play with it through her nightgown while she read to him. He could not turn her to kiss her on her sweet mouth, because that would interfere with the flow of her reading, but perhaps she would allow him to pleasure her between her pale thighs, kissing her delectably moist nether lips, when the action of the story progressed to an appropriately salacious point. Hopefully, that would be soon. His own 'sweet savage wizard' was already beginning to stir between his legs, as she continued the saucy narrative of Hyacinth, the Muggle maiden, and her lusty Wizard, Iain MacCoinnich.

Voldemort closed the leather-bound volume he was reading as Bellatrix Lestrange lingered in his presence, obviously wanting his permission to remain for the evening.

"Can't you see that I am occupied?" he asked sternly. "I have already dismissed you."

Bella cringed a little at her Lord's annoyance, but stood her ground. She even edged closer to the desk, surreptitiously attempting to see the cover of the book he had been so intent on.

There was no title on the dark, plainly-bound book to give her a clue as to why the Dark Lord found it to be such an absorbing read. She did, however, catch sight of something else on the desk beside it - a newspaper clipping from the Daily Prophet. Even upside down she recognized the auburn-haired woman in the picture. It was Severus Snape's wife, the one she had finally met briefly when she and Narcissa visited Snape at Spinner's End over the summer, to extract the Unbreakable Vow from him.

What interest could Lord Voldemort possibly have in her? Bella wondered, her hatred of the woman rising again, like the night that he had praised Welkin Snape's physical attributes in the same breath that he had denigrated her as a feeble-minded Muggle slut that Snape was merely using for his perverted sexual pleasures. Her sister Narcissa had found some excuse to exit the drawing room, leaving her and Lucius alone with the Dark Lord, and Lucius had goaded her later about her reaction to Voldemort's statements.

What that strutting peacock Lucius Malfoy had ever seen in Narcissa, who had always been a bit too prim and proper for her own good, Bella didn't know. Bella had sampled her dear brother-in-law herself less than six months into their marriage, and had promptly decided that a man of his unusual appetites was totally wasted on Cissy, who would never be able to properly appreciate him.

On the other hand, Lucius had little to recommend him other than his abilities in bed. Lucius was a foppish coward, and a sycophant, licking at Voldemort's boots, deluding himself that the Dark Lord valued him for anything but his and Cissy's money, and a place to hold his meetings and planning sessions. For all his bowing and scraping, see what it had gotten Lucius - a cell in Azkaban, and his wife and son practically in hostage to Voldemort. Not that it concerned Bella, as long as she could serve Voldemort, and make herself indispensible to him somehow.

Bella had warned Voldemort many times not to trust Snape and his silkily presented excuses about things, such as the reason he had not sought his master after that night at Godric's Hollow. There was no real evidence that she could point to, to show Voldemort that Snape was not still loyal to him, but she felt it in her bones. She watched him closely, and waited. Someday he would slip, and she would have what she needed to convince the Dark Lord. Perhaps then, she could take her place at his side, where she rightfully belonged - the place where Snape still undeservedly stood. Then, she could prove her love to him, and Voldemort would grant her the honor of becoming his acknowledged consort. She, who had always loved him, and never lost hope for his return. She, who had gladly gone to Azkaban and spent years in that hellish place, rather than denounce her allegiance to him, would finally have what she wanted most from him.

"Admiring Severus's wife, I see," Voldemort said, fixing his red, demon-fired eyes on Bella. "I wouldn't have expected it, considering that Lucius informed me, before his current incarceration, that you seemed not to appreciate my interest in her."

"No, my Lord…Lucius is mistaken. If you show interest in that pathetic piece of Muggle filth, I know it could only be because you have some paltry use for her in your great plans. Perhaps as a way to keep Snape in line," Bella suggested eagerly, seeing a possible opening with the Dark Lord to interject her doubts about Snape again. "I wouldn't presume to question…"

Voldemort stood abruptly and snaked out an arm, grasping her painfully by the throat, squeezing slowly, and strangling her response to a halt. He had seen the truth in her mind, despite her efforts to shield her thoughts from him.

"Do you fancy yourself an affronted lover, Bella?" he hissed cruelly, as she began to gasp painfully for air. He could use the Cruciatus Curse on her, of course, but in some ways, using his hands to physically punish her for her arrogance was so much more satisfying.

"Did I ever grant you permission to think of me in that way?" he demanded, raising her feet off the floor, and holding her dangling, kicking feebly as he tightened his grip on her even more.

"No…my…Lord!" Bella finally managed to croak out.

Lord Voldemort pulled her across the desk close enough to his face that she could see the chilling emptiness in those eyes, except for the glint of cruelty, the only warmth he now responded to. Then he released her, flinging her away from him, and her body arched through the air before she landed painfully on the floor.

Bella choked, grasped at her throat, and then scuttled away from him backwards like a crab.

Voldemort regarded the fear in her eyes with disdain. And to think that she fancied herself a proper match for him. She had shown such promise in the beginning. Her devotion, and her genuine talent for cruelty and torture, and the pleasure she took in killing and maiming for him had impressed him. She had power and skill, and commanded a fair amount of fear amongst the other Death Eaters. He might even have considered her as his consort after the coming war, despite her occasional lapses of judgment, and her unfortunate tendency to jealousy, particularly where Severus was concerned. Severus…who he still trusted as much as he did any man…despite what he had just learned. Perhaps, after all, Severus was not aware of it. Perhaps she had concealed it from him.

Whatever the result in regards to Severus, the time that he might have considered Bella as his consort had passed, Voldemort decided. It was no longer feasible. Not after what he had just read in the journal that Yaxley had brought him from where it had been discovered among Huldra Helliwell's personal effects, in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement. There was someone new in contention for that honor now. Her name was Welkin Snape, who he now knew was heir to the powerful and prestigious bloodline of the Dark Sorceress, Morgan le Fay.

"Well…" he said, regarding Bella coolly. "Are you still waiting for something? An invitation to stay, perhaps?"

Bella looked up at him numbly, her eyes full of longing, and unshed tears. If he had asked her to immolate herself right here in front of him to prove herself worthy, she would have gladly done it.

"LEAVE ME!" he roared. "Get out of my sight, you pathetic, weak imbecile!" he demanded. The very thing he had admired in her in the beginning, her devotion to him, now made her weak in his eyes, and disgusted him.

They were all pathetic weaklings; pawns to be used in his quest for immortality and power - even Severus. When the time came, and he revealed his wife's secret to him, and what his plans were for her, Severus would stand aside and hand her over willingly. Of that, he had no doubt. If not out of loyalty to his master, then out of fear of what his master would surely do to him. Severus was too valuable to test his loyalty in that way just yet, however. He had important tasks which he wished him to fulfill.

"Go, I said. Do not try my patience, or before I am through with you, there will be nothing left of you for Nagini," Voldemort warned her. "Muggle flesh is not the only sort that she feeds on."

"Yes…yes, My Lord," Bella groveled. She scrambled to her feet and fled the room hastily. It was only after she was safely gone from Voldemort's presence that she thought of Welkin Snape again as she descended the main stairway at Malfoy Manor. Her howls of frustrated rage echoed in the silence, as she drew her wand and petulantly blasted the expensive wall décor into a thousand splintered pieces.

"Iain's stiff, throbbing manhood ripped her maidenhead asunder and Hyacinth cried out in agony. Although it hurt her, it was also strangely pleasurable, and to his surprise, she began to beg him not to stop, as he plunged into her velvet glove of a quim faster, with more forceful thrusts. He went deep and thrust away like mad, until Hyacinth's whimpers turned to moans of passion," Welkin read.

"One moment, please," Snape begged Welkin's indulgence, as he slid from beneath her, and positioned himself on his knees between her thighs. He shoved up her nightgown and pressed her knees wide apart, before dipping to lick her slit with one long stroke of his tongue from bottom to top. "You may continue," he told her.

"Sevvy…ummm…uh…before you get too vigorous with your tongue down there, I need to tell you something," Welkin said, putting down the book. "I was keeping it as a surprise, but…"

"You are pregnant?" Snape asked excitedly.

"No, damn it! That's not the surprise! I know how much you like to be the first to do things with me, and I was doing a little research in the Restricted Section of the library - don't ask how I got past Pince or the alarm system, it's a long story - and I found this special potion in one of the books, and I brewed it up all by myself with stuff from your storehouse, and I took it this afternoon," she said in an excited rush.

"You experimented on yourself with a potion you got from the Restricted Section? Welkin! You must not do such things without consulting me. You could have injured yourself!" Snape looked concerned.

"Well, I didn't injure myself, and I couldn't consult you because I wanted it to be a surprise. And it worked! Notice anything different about me?" she asked with a grin.

Snape looked her up and down in puzzlement. "No, I do not," he said finally.

Welkin spread her legs wide. "Would you like to look a little closer?" she grinned wider.

"I thought that was what I was doing before you interrupted me," Snape said, frowning. "And I wish to continue, if you will but tell me what your surprise is."

"Well…I know how much you like it when I pretend to be a virgin…soooo…now I am," she announced proudly. "I re-grew my hymen for you, sweetness. Tonight you get to bust my cherry!"

"You did what?" Snape couldn't help staring at her exposed quim. He had heard of such a thing, of course, but he had never known anyone who actually used the required potion to renew themselves in that area.

"I said…I made myself a virgin again. Just for you. Maybe I need to re-grow you some eardrums. You're getting hard of hearing. I want you to take my maidenhead, darling; just like in the story."

"But, Welkin…the pain. Why would you want to endure that again?"

Welkin's smile faded at the look on his face.

"I don't care about that, Sevvy. I wanted to give you something special. It'll just hurt and bleed a little. It's not like it's going to kill me. Don't you want to pop my cherry with your great big throbbing python of passion?" she asked.

She took his hand and began to suck on one of his long fingers suggestively, looking up at him beguilingly as he stood over her, shifting nervously from bare foot to bare foot.

"You have a big ole monster of a stiffy, sweetie. It's making your nightshirt stand out like a tent pole. Don't you want to put your sweet honeystick inside my nice hot cauldron, give it a lovely long stir, and brew up something magical with me?"

Snape groaned as her bare foot rose to just below his waist level, and she planted the heel of her foot squarely, but gently in his crotch. She wiggled her toes against his erection.

"Don't you want to put your love wand into my tight little muffin, and be my ever lovin' Cherry Poppin' Daddy?" Welkin wheedled. "Oh, come on, Sevvy! You can give me a pain potion afterwards. I promise I'll even drink it this time. Please? This is only good for twenty-four hours. It has to be tonight."

He did have plenty of pain potions on hand, he admitted to himself, owing to his vigorous lovemaking style, and his prodigiously large cock. Welkin rarely took them, but he always offered them to her.

"Very well, my love," he finally consented. "Please stop rubbing your foot there, or I shall spend myself, and not be able to impale you with the necessary force," he requested, removing her foot gingerly from his crotch.

"Yay! Don't you think that sex is a lot less complicated, now that you magically expanded our living space, and Sully has his own room?" Welkin asked.

"Sex is never uncomplicated with you, Wells. I never know whether I will encounter a slut, or a virgin, when I climb into bed with you each evening."

"How about a virginal slut, or a slutty virgin? Take your pick," she grinned, assuming she had won the victory.

"I do not intend to go easy on you; you understand that, do you not?" he warned her, as they turned down the covers, got into bed and doused the lights.

"I know it. I don't expect you to. This is a deflowering, not an ice cream social. Break out the old Kipper Ripper, and I'll take it like a man," she promised. "Well…I mean…I'll take it like a virgin."

"I shall not relent once I start," he warned her again.

"It's okay. I'm wet as a monsoon down there already," she assured him, as he rolled over on top of her, positioning himself.

"Wetness is not the issue, Wells. Are you quite ready?"

"Well…kiss me a little, and I will be."

Ten minutes later, Severus Snape stopped kissing her, and rammed himself home inside his newly re-virginized wife, popping her cherry with one brutal thrust, as she had requested.

"Holy fuckin' shit! Stop! Stop! That hurts like a motherfucker!" Welkin yelled at him. "Stop it, I said!" she ordered, pounding on his back as she attempted to wriggle away.

"I did warn you, my sweet," Snape said, as he continued to bang her love tunnel raw, thrusting for all he was worth. "I shall try to make this as quick as possible, my love," he added. He felt a little guilty about how stimulating this was for him, but not quite guilty enough to stop thrusting.

"Jezus fuckin' Christ!" Welkin yelled in response. "I didn't think it would hurt this bad the second time around! I thought I'd be more relaxed…SHIT! SHIT!"

Welkin moaned, whimpered, and cursed her way through five more minutes of excruciating pussy pounding, and just as she was starting to feel a little better down there, the son of a bitch came.

Snape pulled out of her, and padded off to the loo. She heard water running and knew he was cleansing himself. He returned with a small purple vial of liquid, and a warm washcloth.

"Drink your pain potion," he instructed, popping the stopper and handing it to her, as he swabbed the blood of her most recent deflowering from her thighs with the soft warm cloth.

Welkin drank the potion in one gulp, and lay back gratefully as he cleaned her. Okay…so maybe he wasn't such a complete son of a bitch after all. And he had warned her. But why had she ever thought this would be a good idea? She had forgotten how painful it was the first time around. She had half a mind to Owl that damn writer and tell her that there was no fucking way that Hyacinth found her deflowering by Iain MacCoinnich in any way pleasurable! That author was a menace to witchkind, foisting that blatantly false bullshit onto her unsuspecting readers as romance!

Welkin flinched a little as Severus gently passed the warm washcloth between her legs and up the length of her sore slit to cleanse and soothe her.

"Is that better, my pet?" Severus asked.

"It's not quite as sore. I think the potion's already taking affect. Come back to bed and lie with me, won't you?"

Severus sent the washcloth floating back to the loo, and got into bed, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly.

"Why would you think that I would wish this of you," Severus asked her, regarding her still somewhat tear-stained face seriously.

"Well…it's just that you always act so jealous of other men. And you're always asking me about them, and what I did with them. I guess I thought if you could be the first, maybe you wouldn't keep asking me about it. Stupid, huh?" Welkin concluded. "I guess I was wrong."

"Quite," he agreed with her. Was she saying that this was partly his fault? He lay there considering the ramifications of that.

For once, Welkin wasn't insulted by his blunt criticism. It really had been stupid and crazy of her to think it might make a difference in the way he behaved.

They lay quietly for several minutes, as Welkin felt the pain ebb away.

"Wells?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for your gift. I cannot promise you that I shall never exhibit jealousy of you…but I shall certainly try not to more often," Severus informed her solemnly. "I trust your love for me. I do not wish you to injure yourself in attempting to please me. I shall work on my…problem."

"Thank you, Sevvy," Welkin said softly. A little pain for a lot of gain was not such a bad trade-off. If it got him to promise to try to curb his jealousy of her a bit, maybe she wasn't so crazy to do it after all.
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