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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

A/N: Another lemony. ; ) Enjoy.

ccino

Chapter 85

�Severus?� Lucy prodded him as they lazed in the aftermath of another turbulent bout of sex.
�Whaaat?� He drawled. �Lucy I�m tired, can�t whatever it is wait, at least until I have slept for about� Ooo, let me think, two weeks?�
�I�m just as tired as you you know, it�s just that, well we disappeared in the middle of a discussion with my gran and the Headmaster. It�s gonna make things a bit erm� awkward.�
�Ah yes, there is that I suppose.� he mumbled, one arm folded behind his head. Severus� eyes drifted closed as he allowed the welcome oblivion of sleep to overwhelm him. �Damn!� He exclaimed, sitting up sharply and rubbing his face. He�d forgotten all about the blasted meeting the second Stink grabbed his hand. �I can�t go on like this, there must be something that will put an end to� I feel like a fucking machine.� He muttered disparagingly. �No pun intended.�

�You don�t feel like one.� She giggled.
�What�s that supposed to mean?�
�You don�t buzz when you�re turned on.� She chuckled. �Are you going back to see the Headmaster?� She yawned.
Severus� eyebrows shot up past his hairline. �We will discuss buzzing later, get dressed. I do not intend to go back up there on my own.�
�Well if you think I�m coming with you, think again.� She snapped, rolling over and pulling the covers over her head.
�You will do as I tell you. Get up.�
�No way. Go on your own.�
�I am warning you, either you get dressed and accompany me willingly, or I will call your fartless little elf and have her deliver you as you are. Minus the bedding.�
�You wouldn�t dare.�

�Twink, Stink.� He shouted.
Lucy squealed and scrambled out of bed, snatching up items of clothing and quickly putting them on.
Still looking for one of his socks, his trousers pulled up but not fastened, Severus never noticed the calculating look on her face.
She finished dressing before Severus, who had only just fastened the first of several buttons on his trouser fly.

�Take us back Twink and Stink.� She said quickly before Severus could react. There was no way she was allowing him to get away with a threat like that.
He looked absolutely horrified when they appeared in the Headmasters office, hands working desperately at fastening his trousers while piercing Lucy with a loathsome glare.
�Confucius Say; the best way to save face, is to keep the lower part of it shut.� Lucy hissed, tossing him the missing sock before she stuck her nose in the air and strode off to take a seat.
�Confucius also say; wife who put husband in doghouse soon find him in cat house." Hetty warned her granddaughter.
�Personally I do not give a damn what Confucius say, what I do give a damn about is your granddaughters insubordination.� Severus ground out angrily while straightening his jacket. �Though right now I�m more interested in what can be done to prevent this� this. I am passed embarrassment Madam Grindelwald, humiliation nothing more than a fleeting memory, as is every shred of humanity and strength I possessed until very recently. I cannot continue this way, neither of us can. Our tempers are short, our minds and bodies no longer our own, I dare not set my students to brew the simplest of potions for fear they will explode through my lack of attentiveness, or in case I am suddenly whisked away in a haze of blind lust.� He looked to Lucy, hoping at least that she would substantiate his opinion, and found she was curled up in the chair fast asleep. He sighed. �I rest my case.� He said, slumping into the chair beside Lucy�s and dropping his head into his hands.
Albus and Hetty both looked at each other.

�He needs to know Hetty, they both do.�
�I suppose. At least in their exhausted condition we are less likely to suffer the unforgivables.� The old witch sighed.
Severus did not even hear what they said, sleep finally winning over.
�Pity there isn�t a spell to put the information in their heads while they sleep eh Albus?�
Albus placed a time-measured transfiguration on Severus� chair, so as not to disturb the slumbering Potion Master as the armchair slowly transformed into a bed, Hetty doing likewise with Lucy�s.
�I think we should finish our discussion in the staff room Hetty, no one occupies it at this time of day.� Albus suggested quietly, accioing a couple of duvets from a closet at the back of the room.
Twink and Stink smiled at each other.

�We coulds still send them back to theys beds.� Stink thought to his sister.
�No, is bestest they stays here. They needs to be learning how to be waking in same bed soon enough, same room is good start.�
Stink parped his agreement with a cheesy grin, causing Twink to wrinkle her nose and giggle softly. She�d spent her life by Stinks side and was immune to his unpleasant odour.
When Albus retired late that night, quietly passing through his office, Severus and Lucy were still deep in slumber on their transfigured beds.

All three were still sleeping when Twink and Stink transferred the couple to the annexe around two-thirty in the morning.
When they woke mid morning Thursday the couple barely remembered engaging, let alone being transferred to the annexe.

A small missive hovered just above Severus� wand, which was laying on the bedside cabinet.
�It seems that potion lessons are provisionally suspended, and you are excused from classes due to our unfortunate inability to maintain constant attendance to class.� Severus told her once he read the letter.

�Mmmm? Try that in English.� Lucy muttered from under the covers. �Where�s gran and the Headmaster?�
�It means we have the rest of the week off due to fatigue and the need to disappear so frequently. And I would imagine your grandmother is at home, while Albus is busy doing whatever he does all day. We are in the annexe you silly girl.�
�Good, because I don�t think I can make this mornings lessons anyway.�
�Considering it is almost ten-thirty, it is unlikely you will.�

�Will you run me a bath?�

�I will not, I am not your servant.�

�But I�m sore.�

�So am I. You run me a bath.�
�Pig.� She said, dragging herself from the bed. �Ow!� She yelped when he slapped her rump. �You can share my bath, I�m not waiting for you to finish before I can have one.�
�Stink, give us half and hour then bring us some breakfast.� Severus placed the note back on his bedside and got up to go use the toilet. �Stink. Make that an hour.� He shouted, growing hard even as he peed and winced at the discomfort. Lucy was naked and leaning over the side of the bath testing the water, the sight was simply too much for him to ignore.
Lucy barely had time to acknowledge the fluttering in her lower belly when he was on her in two steps, pulling the plug and lifting her into his arms, turning and walking into the bedroom.
�Stink. Go to my rooms and fill my tub. Add two bottles of arnica/comfrey tincture, the green bottles.� He ordered. �My bath is much larger.� He told Lucy. �Twink, take us there, then return to collect our possessions.�
Lucy barely had chance to notice the large four poster draped in russet browns and rich carmine, the beige and carmine cover on the bed, or the russet sheets and pillowcases. Russet and carmine patterned rugs covered the floor, all melding to give a warm, luxurious feel to the room.

However it was unlikely she would have cared, since her mind was focussed on one thing, Severus.
Hardly able to contain himself, yet not wanting to cause further discomfort to their already sore and tender lower regions, Severus had the foresight to at least allow them to assuage their needs while healing at the same time. It was doubtful Lucy would have enough presence of mind left to heal them both first.
After setting her on her feet but still keeping a hold of her hands, his eyes roving her body, enticing her, Severus stepped backwards into the outsized bath.

Lucy followed him in and found herself immediately pulled into a tight embrace.

Shoulder deep in the soothing water, she lifted weightless legs to wrap round his waist.
Severus leaned back against the tiled edge, stretching one arm along the curved rim, the other hand under the water, positioning his eager member as Lucy gripped his shoulders.

As soon as she felt the head at her entrance she tightened her legs, sliding over his length with a long sigh.

She moved slowly at first, unaccustomed to the buoyancy, but still moved with surety, lifting and falling, lifting and falling, watching Severus� face, the barely parted lips, the half closed eyes, the tensed neck muscles. Her eyes roamed to each and every feature, then rested on his lips before lowering her own to meet them, softly, tenderly, slipping her tongue between their warm depths.
Severus savoured the sensation of the slow, tight, drag and pull of the leisurely rise and fall of Lucy�s body. The arnica and comfrey soothing even as she enveloped his length. He was content to rest his arms on the sides of the bath, letting her pleasure him as she pleasured herself, then was taken by surprise when soft lips met his, moving sensuously, then a tongue, her tongue, tasting, probing, exploring, becoming more insistent in it�s isolated quest.

When her tongue touched his, he was unable to stop himself returning the kiss, from bringing his arms to enfold her, embracing her as his own muscle duelled with hers. For a brief moment he felt an almost overwhelming urge to turn them over and simply drive into her as on previous occasions, but her constant gentle strokes and the strange intimacy of the kiss drove the thought from his mind, instead encouraging him to return the tenderness, the almost considerate caress of her body against his. Severus was not the kissing type, and would never dream of interacting in such a way with any witch, not like this, as if it mattered, as though he� cared.
Lucy too had originally wanted to be taken hard and fast, but his consideration for their welfare, the leisurely way he led her into the bath instead of hauling her in and diving on top of her, caused something to nudge that blind lust aside a little.

In turn, the deference she executed had the effect of soothing Severus� base instincts, prodding them effortlessly aside, leaving instead a desire to give and take his pleasure in a more selfless fashion.

Each time one of them made a tender gesture of affection like a caress, or a hug, or a simple kiss against the others cheek, the fierce need to take, or be taken diminished more and more.
�Lucy. Oh Gods Lucy.� Severus purred quietly, marvelling at the new, poignant emotions wending through him.
Lucy too could feel something different to anything she had ever felt, ever wanted, but it was so moving, so affecting, and she wanted more of it. �Severus.� She whispered in return, her lips sliding down his neck, along his shoulder, while her hips undulated, her inner walls rippling and contracting.

Both of them moaned and sighed, deep, heavy breaths, Severus tasting her skin, sucking, gently marking, his hands fondling, searching, caressing, kneading.

The water splashed in waves over the side of the bath, flooding the floor as Lucy and Severus moved as one, bodies entwined, gyrating in unison, moving as one, withdrawing, meeting, rolling over in the water, Severus standing, lifting Lucy with him and climbing out, hurried, unsteady steps into the bedroom so they could fall onto the bed. Their skin wet and slippery, hair clinging to themselves and each other.

He entered her again, penetrating, stretching, filling, stroking, then faster, thrusting, pressing, pushing, driving.

Lucy, meeting each increasingly forceful lunge with equal fervour, pulling and clawing, his name at first a whisper against his neck, now a mantra as she vocalised her appreciation with ever increasing volume. Severus, the chant of his name spurring him on, impelling him to pole into her, drill and pierce and penetrate even as his lungs began to burn with the exertion, yet still he continued, unwilling to stop, wanting it to last and last.

Lucy�s fingers clutched at his bottom, digging into the supple flesh, then one hand lowering, creeping over his thigh, finding his sac and teasing with her fingertips. Light tugs and nimble rubs, cupping him, manipulating the delicate stones inside.
Her nurturing attention to his balls while he was driving into her was so unexpected, so deliciously erotic that his orgasm ripped through him, the most breathtaking sensations rushing from his groin, amplified, intoxicating, more exhilarating then any he�d so far experienced. He shouted her name, but it emitted as a strangle shout, his voice corrupted with the force of his climax.

Lucy�s fingers lost their hold on his sac as his thrusts became more urgent, the erratic impetus of his lunges taking her to a place she never knew existed, lifting, a thrilling, spine-tingling pinnacle of pleasure so intense she clung to him as though her very life depended on him, crying out his name over and over until her voice cut off as she spiralled into an abyss of pure delight.
Twink and Stink smiled secretively at each other, Twinks eyes living up to her name.

�Is starting.� Stink thought to his sister. �But theys not knowing it yet.�

�Is already started Stink. No goings back now.� She thought back. �We needs tell Winky, theys knowing soon enough.�
TBC

Phew, a long chapter. Don�t know if I�m completely happy with it, I re-wrote it several times and in the end thought �sod it�. There�s only so many times I can write one chapter. Lol

Hope it�s at least plausible.

ccino
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