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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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Much Ado About Sully

Severus and Welkin fight bedtime battles with Sully. Welkin devises a plan to keep the baby safe. Voldemort summons Snape to conference increasingly more often, causing Welkin to worry.

"See? Good as new!" Welkin stuck her ankle in Severus's face and wiggled it about insistently like an Owl waiting for a message to be attached, until he was forced to put down his book and pay attention.

"Despite what you may hear about me from the students, Wells, I am neither an overgrown bat nor blind to the infractions of Slytherins such as yourself. I can see your wound has healed nicely without you thrusting it at me quite so closely." He grasped her ankle anyway and inspected the small puckered scar that decorated it as a souvenir left by the dragon’s breath.

Apparently his inspection wasn’t quite complete, because he slid his hand smoothly up the calf of her leg—which was what Welkin intended all along.

“Your hands are cold!”

Snape stuck the tip of his tongue against the small, white scar and licked at it, running it wetly up the inside of her leg as far as he could reach.

“Is that better?”

“Much... but I thought you wanted to read.”

“Tomorrow will be soon enough. Tonight I believe that you have need of a more thorough inspection from me.” He had been tonguing his way upward on first one side then the other as he spoke and now he abandoned her thighs in favor of exploring the moist, hot rivulet between them.

As the lights dimmed a little Welkin lay back comfortably and closed her eyes, sighing with pleasure as he lashed his tongue back and forth across her, making her juices flow freely into his mouth. She felt him slide his hands beneath her to cup each cheek of her ass, lifting and parting her.

“Let me taste your sweetness, my love,” he urged. “Release it to me.”

A pulsating light from the orb of blue crackle glass on the bedside table drew his attention and the muffled sounds of Sully fussing and whimpering followed close behind the appearance of the gently flashing lights.

Welkin sighed and opened her eyes. When Severus had first produced this magical version of a baby monitor she had thought it very clever and a fine idea. Now that it had interrupted sex for three nights running, she was not so sure of that anymore.

"I'll go this time... Just relax. I'll try to get him to sleep again and be right back," she promised. She sprang from the bed, shook her nightgown back into place and headed for the door to Sully's room, which swung open at the wave of her hand.

"Relax... indeed!" Snape complained to the empty spot in the bed that had once contained Welkin. He rearranged his wilting erection, which had also been abandoned in favor of Sullivan. The cheeky little whelp had suddenly become an insomniac who was obviously determined to assure that they never produced another child to rival him for their attentions.

Snape picked his book back up but could no longer concentrate on the words. He counted the minutes as they passed, his faint hopes that Welkin would be able to keep her promise to return to him in a reasonable space of time dwindled away after the first twenty-five long minutes.

At last Welkin returned—unfortunately with Sully in tow, clutched in her arms and riding her hip, a look of triumphant pleasure on his smug little face.

"I'm sorry, Sevvy," Welkin grimaced. "I tried, but he's just not ready to sleep. Even the Witch Princess and the Enchanted Goat didn't work."

She got into bed with Sully, as she had each night of the past three, and deposited him between them.

As Severus watched, Sully scrambled upright and then lunged at Welkin, positioning his head against her breast with contentment. He fixed his father with a victorious look. "Mama," he said, patting his little hand against her in what Snape took to be a possessive gesture.

"It's just until he goes to sleep, Sevvy," Welkin pleaded, knowing what annoyed thoughts were going through Severus's mind by the tight look on his face.

"That is what you said last night... and the night before. Such a circumstance did not transpire. You are the one who fell asleep," he reminded her. Snape scowled at the little dark-eyed interloper who had once again robbed him of his wife's attentions.

"He is determined to usurp me in your affections, and I shall not countenance it another night." Snape rose from the bed, reached over and plucked Sully from her grasp. "The child has a bedchamber of his own and I am returning him to it. He must learn to sleep alone!"

Welkin cringed as Sully began to fuss again, expecting tears. When they didn't come, she was surprised. Sully was throwing a bit of a tantrum but he definitely was not crying. She watched a little apprehensively as Snape exited with him into the other bedchamber. Severus was right, of course. He did need to learn to sleep alone, but letting him cry himself to sleep didn't seem like a very good way to teach him self-reliance.

Ten minutes later, Snape returned—carrying Sully in his arms.

"For one more night only," Snape conceded, returning their child to her arms.

Welkin smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you, Severus. I promise I'll try to stay awake tonight. And if I don't... after you've put him back to bed, just wake me up."

Snape grunted noncommittally, leaning back against the headboard with his hands clasped behind his head, staring at the wall in resignation.

“Severus... There’s something I think we should talk about concerning Sully,” Welkin told him as she stroked the hair on the baby’s head soothingly.

“What is that, my love?” Snape asked distractedly.

“Well... I’ve been thinking... if worse comes to worst, and you actually have to do what Albus has asked you to do... we can’t stay here anymore and it wouldn’t be safe for Sully with us if we're not at Hogwarts. I didn't want to send Owls because I wasn't sure they weren't still being monitored somehow, like they were when Umbridge was in charge. I’ve been emailing Glenn and he and Marie have offered to take Sully temporarily if we need some place to stash him.”

Snape turned his head to stare at Welkin as if the possibility she was suggesting hadn’t occurred to him before now. So... that was the reason for her popping over to Spinner’s End so often lately. She was using the Muggle intra-netting device. Quite clever of her, actually, to assume her communications might be monitored. Perhaps the computer device might prove worthwhile after all.

“If it becomes necessary,” he said slowly, “I am grateful that you and Sullivan will have a place to go to.” The vein in his forehead twitched a bit, the only sign that betrayed his agitation at the thought of being without her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Welkin said quickly. “I just want Sully someplace safe if the war heats up. And if we have to be on the run or something, we can’t go dragging a toddler with us,” she added practically.

“I wish you both to be protected. You shall both go,” Snape said, the vein giving another little pulsating jump as he said it. “This conflict is not of your making and I want you well out of it.”

“Well... as the song says... you can’t always get what you want. I’m staying with you. End of discussion about that. Sully goes—but I stay,” Welkin said firmly, her mouth set in the familiar stubborn pout he recognized.

“If you think I’m leaving you here by yourself with Voldemort and all those Death Eaters, you’re crazier than a Bessie Bug!”

Snape was not quite sure what a ‘Bessie Bug’ was, but he was sure of one other thing. Welkin would not leave him.

The tell-tale vein stopped twitching as he absorbed that comforting thought and he rolled over to encircle them both possessively with his arms.

Thus protected by his father’s embrace, Sully resumed his contented position cradled against his mother's soft pillow of a breast and closed his eyes, blithely unaware that he was still being discussed in low whispers.

"How did it go?" Snape asked, as Welkin began to unload food from the hamper onto the desk in his office.

Severus was very fond of these intimate little lunches she sometimes prepared for him and Welkin thought that it made a nice change from the sameness of lunch in the Great Hall.

"Hermione hates me... that's how it went," Welkin said wryly.

Snape arched an eyebrow as she fussed with the silverware, arranging it just so on the lacy cloth she had spread out to hold their repast.

“Well... maybe hate is too strong a word. She thinks I’m trying to spoil things for her by telling lies about Julien,” she corrected.

“That impertinent little...” Snape began.

“Oh, that’s okay, Severus. She doesn’t mean it. She’s just upset. I would be too if I was in her position and somebody told me you once wanted to be a Death Eater.” Welkin giggled. “Come to think of it, somebody did tell me that... it was you! I just didn’t give a shit!”

“Miss Granger is a bit less... accepting of some things than you are,” Snape told her, watching her soft, supple hands position the plates and then apportion a generous helping of food to each. She reached into the food hamper to retrieve a delectable-looking Strawberry Fool and set it aside for dessert.

“I’ve had a lot more practice being accepting of things since I married you,” Welkin quipped.

“In my perception I have been a model husband,” Snape claimed. “You should be more respectful of your good fortune in securing me as a mate.”

“You’ve been a model alright. A model of lechery! Not that I’m complaining,” she added, laughing as he inevitably drew her down onto his lap.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Welkin demanded, as he insinuated his hand beneath her skirt and tugged her panties down to her knees.

“Having an appetizer,” he replied, selecting the plumpest and firmest strawberry from atop her dessert.

She opened her mouth expectantly. He teased her lips with the ripe fruit, then dropped his hand and disappeared with it beneath her skirt. She felt him brushing it back and forth gently between her labia, inciting her to lubricate. When she was wet enough he inserted it and twirled it while stroking her clit with his finger, causing her to moan softly.

As she watched with anticipation he withdrew the berry and slowly brought it to his own mouth, sucking on it with obvious relish. She loved the fact he enjoyed tasting her as much as she did him. It was so damn erotic.

They shared a slow, deep kiss, his hand busy beneath her skirt.

Welkin reached out without looking and waved a hand towards the lacy cloth she had laid down. It slowly inched its way up and folded itself neatly over their plates. They could come back to those later.

Several nights later, as the sounds from Sully's room suddenly went quiet after only ten minutes of fussing, Welkin began to worry. It usually took much longer for him to quieten down. Surely he hadn't gone to sleep that quickly. Maybe something was wrong. She looked at Severus, who was pretending to be absorbed in his book and not listening to Sully at all.

She slid out of bed and started to tiptoe towards the door.

"Welkin!" Severus warned. "Do not enter that room."

"I'm not... I'm just going to crack the door a little and take a look. Just to see what he's doing," she explained. "I'm not going to go in unless something's wrong."

She carefully turned the doorknob and cracked the door just enough to allow her a view of the crib, where Sully sat upright, babbling to Snake. No tears were in evidence, she saw with relief. Sully yawned widely and lay down, his beloved Snake clutched tightly against himself.

Welkin eased the door shut again and returned to the bed with a broad grin.

"It worked! He's going to sleep," she reported jubilantly. "We have our sex-life back!"

"Of course it did," Snape said much more confidently than he had when they had first started the regimen of ignoring Sully's fussing.

It was then that her jubilation fled, as Welkin noticed Severus rubbing his arm, as he always did when the Dark Lord called.

"Not tonight," Welkin groaned. "He summoned you just last week. Why is he calling you so much more often?" she asked suspiciously. "What's up?"

"I do not know," Snape said thoughtfully, as he rose to get dressed. "We discussed very little at the last meeting. I am somewhat at a loss to explain it."

Welkin sat in the bed with her knees bent, hugging them with her arms as she watched him dress. She couldn't help but have a sense of foreboding, particularly since her dreams had been interrupting her sleep much more often of late. This time they were not as distinct as they usually were. They were dark, shapeless things that hovered over her like an incubus, troubling her sleep formlessly. All that she could ever remember was that they were all about Severus.

"Be careful," she warned him unnecessarily, as he hurriedly Disapparated.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Much Ado About Sully