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Treading a Troubled Track	By : SnapesOnlyOne Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When I wake in the morning I'm facing the wall with Severus, his morning erection pressed against the swell of my backside and I can’t help but wriggle my hips a bit, rubbing against it and earning a soft moan from his sleeping form.
So I move carefully from his arms and shimmy down the bed, ever so gently. I've wanted to try this for a while, but under his watchful eye I’ve always felt too afraid. I stare at his pulsing cock and slowly lower my mouth down over the head of him and as I come back up, Severus moans in his sleep and I take him deeper in my mouth savouring the salty musk of him.
"Merlin Morwyn.... yes,” he hisses “deeper witch"
I push it further into my mouth, bracing myself, inexperience keeping me from diving in, but I begin to slowly bob up and down over him, swiping my tongue over the head as I move over the tip and back down. He groans and I feel him try to pull away.
"Enough, Merlin enough!"
"I want to taste you Severus, please, let me… come for me"
"Merlin, yesss," he hisses, as I take him back into my mouth, his hips bucking as he goes rigid and spills hot deep in my mouth. His seed salty as it fills my mouth and I instinctively swallow, earning another groan.
"Come up here MOrwyn" he whispers, his voice still trembling slightly.
I slide up the bed crawling into his arms as he leans forward mouthing at my neck, leaving what I'm sure are another trail of love bites before lowering his mouth to my breasts. He pulls, sucking on each nipple and I find them to be more sensitive, my body already feeling the effects of the pregnancy. He nips the crevasse between my breasts before laying his head on them and going back to sleep.
I can’t help but notice that is like every typical man after all, I can't help but think. I lay for awhile thinking about last night and realizing there was no ring given and I start to worry again. I look to the clock on the mantel and jump… we've missed breakfast and classes start in fifteen minutes. I shove Severus before pulling myself from the bed and scrambling into clothes, quickly charming my hair up, downing a vial of potion and putting on my boots. I look to Severus who stares at me sleepily with no understanding in his eyes as to why I'm rushing.
"We've missed breakfast Severus, classes start in 15 minutes. Get up Severus!" Realization hits him and he moves quickly from the bed, throwing on some clothes and heading for the door. As he passes me I stand on my toes and fix his messy 'just fucked' hair and kiss him on the lips before he disappears out the door and I race out behind him.
Morning classes featuring the ever unimportant love potion goes successfully and I find myself at the staff table for lunch.
Minerva turns to me with a mildly annoyed look. "So you're back on then?"
"Yes, I apologize headmistress. I'm not usually this unreliable I assure you I will be more responsible in the future" she nods and turns back to her lunch.
My afternoon classes go well and dinner sails by smoothly, I find myself sitting between Severus and Aurora Sinestra during our weekly staff meeting and I can feel Severus’ hand on my thigh underneath the table, his warm fingers tracing circles on my cool skin and sending goosebumps over my flesh. I move my hand over his, silently asking him to stop and I feel his hand slide out and over mine. I sense his hand fumble before he slips a ring carefully onto my finger and gently squeezes my hand before pulling away. I move my hands onto the table and fold them so I can see the ring but it is hidden from the rest of the room. The band is a stunning white gold with a beautiful circle cut diamond wedged between two smaller square cut diamonds. I lay my hand flat on the table, covering it with my other hand. Severus nudges me and shakes his head, nodding towards my hand. I look at him for a moment before catching his meaning and uncovering the ring, leaving it for everyone to see.
"The ball is Saturday and everything is ready to go. I need the Heads to talk to their houses about appropriate behaviour. Are there any questions? And yes Severus, you must be in attendance before you ask"
"I had actually planned on attending this time" he drawls.
"Are you feeling well Severus?" The headmistress asks looking confused.
"Quite."
"Since when do you willingly attend social events?"
"I believe my future wife here," gesturing to me. "may disapprove if I chose not to accompany her" he says seriously as if he didn’t drop the proverbial bomb on the room, leaving them all with varying expressions of astonishment, all eyes of our fellow staff members are on us in that instant, bouncing from Severus and to myself, following down to the ring and back again to Severus.
"How long have-has-have you two… been together?" Minerva struggles before spitting out finally.
"Two months, but we've known each other for years" I answer, more defensive than I’d intended and hearing me, Severus clears his throat and gives a warning glance.
"Is she pregnant? Is that why you are rushing this?" Comes Sinestra’s voice from beside me and I drop my gaze down nervously.
"I will say this, I’ve known you all for quite sometime and that is why I am telling you about our relationship. Not in defense, we’ve nothing to hide, and not that I owe any of you an explanation, my life is my own. But I trust my instincts, it comes down to that!” he snaps, biting “I bought this ring weeks before I found out that she was indeed with child, but I had already planned to propose at Christmas, but it happened sooner." he ends calmly as if he had rehearsed this a million times in his head.
"Severus, don't you think she's a little… young for you?"
"Tell me Minerva, what would change if I had waited until she was older?"
"She would be more mature, she cannot possibly be ready for motherhood" she starts a mix of concern and disgust in her voice.
"Excuse me please" I whisper standing and begin my retreat.
"Sit down!" Severus growls angrily, narrowing his eyes at Minerva "this stops now, Morwyn does not deserve your contempt and I will not tolerate it any longer. As her coworkers you should be supporting her... not treating her like a child. She will be my wife and you will respect her. And let me leave you with a final thought, let it be known now that if you fire her, you will be terminating my position indefinitely. Anything further you would like to say about her?" He finishes as he scans over everyone, challenging them.
"I apologize Miss Blanchett. Severus, it is not my business. I suppose I don't need to tell you to be discreet?"
He scoffs, annoyed "Am I ever indiscreet?" He responds leaving no room to be answered, but I know he is mortified at having had to do this, opening himself this way. But he did. I can see the tension in his face and I place my hand gently on his shoulder and I smile gently at him. More than proud of the man I am to marry.
"Let's go Severus." I plead quietly, gently tugging at his arm as I stand. He stands and storms out the door. I tuck in my chair and turn to leave when Minerva calls me.
"Morwyn, congratulations for what it's worth."
"Thank you headmistress." I respond clipped, and nod once before I push through the door into the hall, finding Severus waiting on the other side with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed in consternation. And I feel a smile grace my lips, I cross to him before he can fully open his eyes and press myself along his front, looping my arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his tightly closed mouth, until I feel him relax and wrap his arms around my smaller frame.
As he pulls back a smirk forms over his kiss bruised lips, “Indiscretion bedamned… Wife.”
*****
The thought that they would even question my relationship was laughable. As I’d never openly showed appreciation for another woman, not even Lilly. But Morwyn was so much more, she was a true companion, my friend, my love and the future mother of my children and will be my wife. The fact that they even found the nerve to insinuate that I’d only be with Morwyn because I ‘knocked her up’. I can’t control my scoff, grading papers furiously, scribbling my derisive remarks to soothe my wounded pride. The implication that I’d not be able to bed a young beautiful woman, I know was more than just implied. Even though I know I am not the most attractive of men, her want of me makes me feel more than pleased.
I love the way the ring glistens on her finger, and hell I sound like a blasted light headed Hufflepuff with prose of love dancing in my head. Next will be fat little cherubs flying through the sky of our chambers. I can’t help how she makes me feel. I need to bend her over the next available surface before my manhood leaves me over all this love nonsense.
I feel another smile touch my lips at the thought of Morwyn. Her youth is a balm to my soul, a soul I thought had long since died, and my appreciation of her that much more intense with my respect over what she’s survived. I know she is far from healed, but that I can touch her, be inside of her… is more than I can fathom sometimes. My child is growing inside of her, a thought occurred to me that I’ve always assumed would never happen to me, is happening to me. I will have a true family, a wife of my own and a child of my own.
My conscience rears it’s ugly head as something whispers in the back of my mind that I did this, I forced this on her… I tricked her. But I push it back down as I push away from my desk and leave my classroom and begin to make my way to her chambers, stopping briefly at mine to grab more of the common essentials, I arrive at her portrait and enter quietly, in the hopes that if she is resting that I haven’t roused her, I know she needs all the rest she can get.
*
After finishing my nightly routine, I climb into bed with her curling behind her as I pull her body into mine, grinning at her contented noise of sleep. I lay in the dark of her chambers, thinking about what has led us to this, to her in my arms, to a future with her, and a deep rooted fear that will always bubble to the surface is that I do not deserve this, that I do not get to have her, or have this. And that voice that has been there, suspiciously sounding so much like my muggle bastard of a father, always has the worst to say. I know it’s not true, but I also know… that it is true.
My fear that she could reject me, stills me, has me bringing her that much closer to me, curling tighter around her. And I know that she can not find out before we wed, at least then by wizarding law she could not break our bond. But if she were to find out that I purposefully impregnated her, I could lose everything that I love, and I know that that is what it is, love. I don’t know what is keeping me from saying the actual words, just words in theory, but so much bigger, they carry a weight, they carry strength, so much strength to make me so weak, to show all that weakness I’ve been unable to bring into the light.
Until Morwyn, I’ve never so much as heard them uttered to me, let alone spoken so freely. Her willingness to give everything to me makes me desperate to give back just as much. But something continues to hold me back. This crippling fear that I can’t give her everything that I am and if I do weaken myself enough to say those words, then she truly will have that power over me. And I’d sworn to myself that after Tom Riddle and Albus, I’d never let anyone have power over me ever again.
I clutch her against me, unwilling to yield my grip from around her, I lean my face into her hair, breathing her in, nuzzling the back of her neck and drift into a restless sleep, half happy of how we’d turned out, and half disgruntled that this could all go horribly awry.
*****
My dreams were filled with laughter, a faceless child running through a beautiful home, then they turned vicious. He was back. Snatching my child from my arms and cackling as I struggled like a feral cat, desperate to get closer to my baby, I fought like I’d never fought when they defiled my body. Nothing so fierce in me had lived before as it did now, a mother’s love for their child. My nightmare so convoluted, twisting and turning, I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. I came awake, with a shriek dying on my lips and Severus clutching me to his body, rocking me as he smoothed my tangled tresses from my sweating face. I could hear him whispering reassurances that it was only a nightmare and nothing could hurt me, that no one would ever hurt me again, and I could only pray to a God that I wasn’t sure existed and to Merlin himself, that it was all true.
*
The rest of my day proceeded much more smoothly. I noticed the looks on the staff members faces, searching and curious. I know what they are thinking of me, that I am only a child, that I somehow trapped Severus, a man widely known to have no attachments, that I somehow forced him into a relationship with me. And despite his unwillingness to see his appeal, I can even see the jealousy burning in some of their eyes. That a man that had never let anyone get close to him, had chosen me. And a righteous arrogance flared in my body that I had landed the bravest and sexiest man in the wizarding world. He was mine. I didn’t survive as a Death Eater all those years for nothing, I’d fight for what I knew was mine, and Severus was that. I could slap their treacherous faces, staff and students alike. He may not see his own appeal, but I do see him for what and who he is, and I just can’t keep my hands off of him. And I feel my pelvis clench, and a gush of fluid… I have to find him.
*
I storm into his private office, office hours almost over as he grades papers. He begins to rise from his chair, seeing the fierce expression on my face and before he can come all the way to a standing position, the only word for what I do next is pounce. Throwing my body onto his as he slams back onto the chair, I latch my mouth onto his, pushing forward and plundering his mouth as I begin to struggle with the buttons on his robes, desperately pulling at them and for a moment forgetting I am a witch, no time to grab my wand and spell his many layers away, I need him now.
With his lips sealed tightly over mine, his hands grasping my outer thighs, rising from his chair, he swipes his arms across the desk, sending all his papers flying, splaying me on the surface and pushing my robes up over my thighs, I open my legs and reach between us and yank open his slacks and pull him out of his trousers, and push them over his buttocks, not taking the time to pull my panties off, he pushes them to the side and plunges in, pulling a scream from me so loud the portraits exclaim in disgust and leave their frames.
His forceful thrusts so strong, he drives me up and along the surface of the desk, my robes making my body glide back and forth as he pushes in and out of me.
I love his arse, firm, as I grasp the globes in both hands, holding on tight, I can feel the tight muscles clenching as he works in and out of me, picturing how he must look, his beautiful pale skin juxtaposed against the stark nothingness of his black attire, I clamp down in hunger of him, causing him to stutter in his rhythm before he rears up, pulling out of me. My world turns as he spins me around by the hem of my robes, flipping me onto my stomach and pushes my dangling legs apart and shoves back in with all his might, his hands grasping my waist, fingers curled protectively around my middle as he continues to drive into me, pushing me closer to oblivion.
He forges on, thrusting in and grinding his hips into my ass, balls pulled up tight, I can feel he is about to come and I squeeze my pelvis tighter, feeling my orgasm crawl up from my center and heat me inside and out. I breathe his name over and over, unable to pull any breath in to do more than call out his name again and again and my vision goes black. With him curled over my back, sucking a mark into my neck I fall apart, reaching behind me and weaving my fingers into his hair, I break.
*****
Like her strings have been cut, Morwyn goes limp against the surface of the desk and her wailing dies out and she is sobbing quietly, delirious with her orgasm, I hear her panting and I continue to push into her, pushing her through her orgasm as her body spasms, twitching under mine.
I feel it spread through my body before I release, pulsing into her, filling her. A savage pride pervaded me, as I realized that every time I spill into her, it’s already taken, she’s having my child.
She is already mine.
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