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Jumping With Both Feet	By : goldhorse Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: So, I actually finished it tonight! I'm pretty proud of myself. For those of you who haven't read my fic Bound, you might get pretty lost in this one. This is basically a minichapter from that story that happens after chapter 39. Warning, it does contain vampirisim. Now, on with the smut!

Severus Snape entered his bedroom and took off his heavy cloak. Then he walked over to a nearby chair and sat down heavily, the events of the day catching up to him. He snorted. It wasn’t really the events as much as his thoughts that slowed him down this evening. He’d been in worse fights but he’d never faced something so frightening in his life as what Melody had dropped on him a few days prior.

His best friend had dropped a bomb shell on him, as the muggles would say. He needed to bond with his lover in order to balance their magic. It sounded absurd. He’d lived this long without a permanent partner, why should he change things? That was just it though; he’d been alone so long. Melody had been a friend and more but she wasn’t a permanent companion.

Permanent, that word frightened him. It wasn’t so much that he minded having a permanent fixture in his life, a wife for all points and purposes. It was the responsibility that came with it…and the thoughts of her. Lily Evans, as she would always be in his mind. He’d loved her for his entire life, even after her death. He felt like he’d be cheating her if he moved on.

That was just silly wasn’t it? How could you cheat on a deceased woman who had herself sent him from her sight? She had hurt him so deeply with that one act that he’d refused to even entertain the thought of loving another. Then it happened, he fell in love with a plucky little teenager with strawberry blond hair and jade green eyes. Melody had managed to worm her way into his heart. Oh it wasn’t the same; it was more the love of friends than the dark obsessive love he knew himself to be capable of. Still, that mere slip of a girl had turned out to be the best thing in his life…until now.

His thoughts drifted to the woman currently occupying his loo, no doubt washing away the grime of the day. She was so much like his Lily in looks and yet so different in personality. He’d had this conversation in his head so many times it was practically routine. Celeste Belrose was everything Lily was and everything she was not, the entire package. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

He certainly had a type, he laughed to himself. Deep red hair, sparkling emerald eyes just a few shades darker than his Lily’s, and relatively tall but not willowy. No, he preferred his woman nice and curvy, not that there had been many. Celeste’s skin was pale and smooth to the eyes but he knew she was scarred, just not visibly. She carried almost as many scars on her soul as he. A quiet woman with a bloody past that she didn’t participate in, her life was turned upside down because of what she was unable to hide. She was a daywalker, just like himself.

That was really what intrigued him about the beautiful woman. He’d never met another daywalker. It wasn’t from lack of searching, that was for sure. He’d craved to meet someone like himself, to talk over his trials and tribulations he experienced from his affliction. She’d certainly provided that and more.

More. She was so much more. She forgave him of his past transgressions. She simply shook her head when he said something in anger and left him alone for a while until he begrudgingly apologized for his behavior. Not once had she turned her back on him, even though he’d called her some truly terrible things. He hadn’t meant them of course. He just wanted to push her away so he wouldn’t get hurt. How did she always end up burrowing just a bit deeper after one of his attempts to distance himself?

There was one other thing she was that appealed to his nature, submissive. Oh she wasn’t a shirking violet by any means. Her anger was a beautiful and frightening thing to behold. He knew she could hold her own in any verbal match too, having had quite a few heated debates to judge from. Still, at the end of the day, she was happiest kneeling before him and allowing him control. She couldn’t know how much that meant to him, to be in control of just one thing in his entire life.

He smirked when he heard her singing in the tub. She had a good voice. She didn’t have the range and power that Melody had but it was beautiful none the less, light and slightly raspy. He loved listening to her simply humming or singing along to the wireless. He loved the way she got lost in the music and started to sway to the beat. He loved the fact that she could simply sit for hours and read in silence. He loved…her.

Dear Merlin, he loved her. How had it happened? He hadn’t wanted it to happen. He’d tried so hard to keep her at a distance but he was always drawn to her. If she was in the corner of a room, he found his eyes sliding that way. If she was sleeping, he’d lose track of time simply watching the peaceful expression of her face, the gentle parting of her full lips.

He knew she loved him too. She’d mumbled it in her sleep so many times. She’d even whisper it into the dark when she was sure he was asleep. He never acknowledged her confession, preferring to feign ignorance in matters of the heart. However, now he couldn’t ignore them anymore. They loved each other. That brought a whole new level into play.

Bonding, or biting her in his case. He’d only done it one other time by sheer accident and driven a poor innocent girl to her death. He still thought about her, how he’d ruined her life before she was even of age. Well, he wasn’t so naive now. If he bit Celeste, she would bite him back. They’d be bound by something he could barely understand. They were made for each other though; he could feel it.

He took a deep breath and stood to his feet, discarding his boots quickly. He was going to do this before he talked himself out of it again. It was a rather Gryffindor move, to go barging in but if it was one thing he’d learned from Hermione, his daughter-in-law by blood, it was that some things were best done by jumping in feet first. He knew he wasn’t worthy of a woman like Celeste, but he was still a Slytherin and he was decidedly selfish. Oh, he’d give her the choice, but he’d stack the deck in his favor.

He smirked as he shucked his shirt and put it in the pile for the house elves to clean later. He had something planned for Miss Belrose, that was for sure. Wiping off the evil grin that spread across his face, he took off his trousers and stalked across the room, unabashed at his nudity. He knocked once on the door and opened it, taking in the sight before him.

Celeste was reclining in a sea of bubbles in his oversized bathtub. She had her delicate feet propped on the tap and her hair cascaded down her shoulders in wet waves. She hated the fact that it was curly, usually straightening it before it ever had the chance to dry. He’d love to see it in its full glory, bury his hands in the curls. He noticed that she was hiding a smirk at the fact that he’d lingered in the doorway so long.

“Like the view?” She said, a bright smile on her face despite how tired she must have been.

“Wondering if you’d appreciate some company.” He drawled, leaning against the door frame.

“There’s always room for one more.” Celeste said softly, lowering her eyes instinctively.

Gods he loved that. She did it naturally too. It wasn’t forced, wasn’t taught, she just simply wished to not meet his eyes directly unless he ordered it. She was perfect. He was feeling better about his decision all the time. He stalked across the bathroom, his moves graceful and light. She sat up to allow him to climb behind her and then lay back down on his chest, sighing at the feel of his arms wrapped around her.

“What a day.” She groaned.

“Yes, quite.” Severus allowed. It had been quite the day but in the end, they had prospered. However, he didn’t want to think about that. The curvy redhead had caused a reaction in him. He shifted so that his half hard member rested between the cleft of her firm bum. He smirked at her surprised gasp.

“Not as tired as you first thought?” She asked softly.

“I’m finding a second wind.” He said softly. “I am not the old man everyone believes me to be.”

Celeste laughed a tinkling happy laugh. “Oh Severus, you’re what, two years older than me? Are you calling me old as well then?”

“Never.” He said, kissing her smooth creamy shoulder. “No one could ever mistake you for an old maid.”

She laughed again. He found he loved her laugh as well. By Merlin, he was turning into a Hufflepuff! “I certainly hope not. Being an old maid at my age would be horrible.” She cried. Severus hid a smile. There was no way she’d be an old maid, even when she was old. He imagined her aging, her red hair turning white, her beautiful face baring laugh lines. No, she’d never be an ugly old maid.

He bathed himself quickly shifting her around so he could wet his hair. She scoffed and flipped around, practically jerking his head down in her lap. She loved to wash his hair. It was strange really, to take pleasure in something so inane but she truly loved it. He would never admit it out loud but he loved it too. Her fingers were magic, massaging his hair and scalp. She’d hum and pamper him, usually working her fingers down his neck to work out the tense muscles. She was better than any calming or headache potion. One hair washing and he was putty in her arms. Merlin he WAS becoming a Hufflepuff!

Frowning at the thought that he’d gone soft, he sat up, much to the annoyance of Celeste. She took pride in making him fall asleep in the bath but not tonight. He had a plan in mind for tonight and her magic fingers weren’t going to stop him. He stood up, bubbles cascading down his pale skin and held a hand out for her. She took it slowly, trying to figure out what had come over him. He usually wasn’t this attentive.

He summoned a few towels and wrapped one around himself. He used the other to envelope Celeste and slowly dried every inch of her delicious body. She was practically purring by the time he finished. He couldn’t help the smug smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. She was so attuned to him; a few simple touches had her panting. Oh this night would be enjoyable indeed.

He helped her from the bath and finished drying himself as he watched her sashay across the room, completely unaffected by her state of undress. She was a shy woman but she was not bashful of her body and that endeared her to him all the more. She reverently picked up the thin blue collar he’d gifted her with when they’d decided to start dating and clasped it around her neck. Then she raised her hand to straighten her hair.

“Stop.” He ordered. She froze mid gesture. “Leave it like it is.”

“But it will get curly.” She pouted. “And it’ll be a rat’s nest by morning.”

“Then you can deal with it then.” He said quietly, his tone brokering no argument.

She sighed and raised her hand again.

“I said leave it.” He snapped.

She frowned. “I was just going to comb it. Good grief, at least let me get the tangles out.”

“Very well but if you so much as flick a finger at it, you will be punished and I assure you, you won’t enjoy it.” He said flatly.

She turned to him, horrified. “You’d kick me out again?”

“You’ll sleep on the sofa.” He said softly.

Catching her breath, she nodded and conjured a hairbrush to run through her curly locks. They’d be beautiful when they dried. He stepped out of the tub, not bothering to wrap the towel back around him and came behind her. He took the brush from her hand and gently ran it through her hair, reveling in the feel of it. He could tell she was confused and he took pleasure that he could throw her off balance so easily. He was an affectionate man if he allowed himself to be and he vowed he would show her more of that side. After all, Melody was right about one thing. Life could be much too short to hold back.

He set the brush down and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking at the picture they made in the mirror. She had a soft smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. His own face was a mask of indifference; years of spying had forced it that way. Still, he could see a flicker of something in them that wasn’t there before. Was it hope perhaps? No matter, he liked the way they looked together. They really were a striking pair. It just felt…right for the first time in his life.

“Come.” He ordered and turned around to walk into the bedroom, knowing that she would follow quietly. She’d proven extremely adept at catering to his demands. She knelt and bowed her head, waiting for further instructions. He closed his eyes, enjoying this moment.

“Take off the collar.” He said softly.

Celeste’s head shot up in alarm. “WHAT?” She yelled, completely forgetting her place.

Severus crossed his arms and glared at her until she dropped her head again, shaking with what was probably a wide array of emotions. He really was a bastard to do things this way but it fed his darker nature and if she was going to agree to this, he would not hide his nature from her. “I said take off the collar.”

With trembling fingers, she undid the buckle and slowly took the collar off. Not knowing what to do with it, she lifted it above her, keeping her head bowed. He gently took it from her hands and fingered it for a while before setting it down on a nearby table. He remembered when he decided to give her this collar. He wasn’t willing to enter a relationship without full disclosure so he’d crafted this collar himself and placed it in a jewelry box. Then he explained everything about his behavior in the bedroom and gave her the choice. She agreed to wear it and he placed it around her neck.

Their first time was heated but there was no domination. They entered into the agreement as equals because that was what he wanted. He wanted her to be able to voice her concerns, her opinions, and her aspirations without fear. He wanted a partner, not a slave. That was why he decided to take her collar for tonight. If she was going to decide to be bound to him, she would do so without a symbol that he was over her. They would enter as equals once again.

Her sniffles reached his ears and he felt a sharp pain in his heart. “Rise.” He ordered and patiently waited as she wobbled on her feet. “Look at me.” He said softly and had to catch his breath when he saw the tears streaming down her eyes. Blast it all if his one weakness wasn't seeing a woman cry from a broken heart. “Why the tears?” He asked as dispassionately as he could.

“You want to end this.” She croaked.

“And that saddens you?” He asked softly.

“Of course it does.” She cried, anger starting to seep in.

He had to bite back a smirk. He wanted the fiery woman he knew she could be, not a sobbing mess of a girl. “Why?”

“Because I want you!” She growled. “Is it so hard to believe?”

“Frankly, yes.” He said flatly.

“Oh you stupid idiot!” She screamed. “Why do you keep doing this?”

“Doing what?” Severus asked innocently.

“Pushing me away when we’re finally getting along!” She yelled.

“I merely want you to be free.” He said softly.

Her jaw dropped and he admired the indigo light that started to seep into her emerald green eyes. Oh, Severus thought, her explosion would be worth this. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists.

“FREE!” She screeched. “You want me to be FREE? You think you are capable of OWNING me without my consent? You think you can rob me of my own free will? You arrogant prick! I bow to you because I WANT to, because I know it pleases you, because I recognize that you would like some control and I wish to give it to you. I don’t do it because you OWN me Severus Snape.” She punctuated his name with two jabs to his chest.

“I don’t have to bow to you. I can hold my own in this relationship. You aren’t any stronger than I am Severus. I could lift you over my head and break your back in two seconds flat without any effort! I want to do that right now because you are being so fucking dense!” She yelled, huffing from exertion.

“How am I being dense?” He asked, trying hard to fight down his amusement. Normally, he’d be livid that she’d dare put a finger on his person but he found her anger refreshing. He’d have to get her worked up more often.

“I LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” She bellowed. “How you can’t see that is beyond me! And you want to know what? I think you love me too. I think that’s why you’re pushing me away. I think that’s why you’re trying to run. YOU’RE SCARED! You’re scared of losing yourself again, losing yourself to another woman who could break the fragile walls you’ve erected around your heart. Well, I have news for you Severus Tobias Snape. I’m not going anywhere! I’m going to stay right here until you put that damned collar back around my neck and if you don’t I’m going to make you!” She shrieked.

“So sure of yourself?” Severus drawled.

“You bet your fucking ass I am. I know I’m right. You love me.” She shouted, a flicker of doubt in her eyes even as she lifted her chin higher.

It was that flicker that hurt most. She was trying so desperately to hold on but inside she was terrified of losing him. He realized that if she were to leave, he’d crumble and no amount of glue could hold him together. “What if I said that you are right?” He whispered, looking deep into her eyes.

“What?” She asked in a tiny voice, so scared that he was playing with her.

“What if I said you are right?” He asked softly, bringing his hand up to wipe away the tears cascading down her face. “About all of it.”

“You’re scared I’m going to hurt you.” She said softly; hurt shining clear across her face.

“I am.” He whispered, fighting a war inside himself to tell her how he really felt. “I am terrified that one day you will see the evil bastard I truly am and see the truth.”

“What truth?” She asked in confusion, her brows furrowed.

“That you deserve better. I am not worthy of you.” He said, trying very hard to keep eye contact.

“Oh Sev,” She choked. “It’s the other way around I think. We’re both broken though. Somehow, we fill each other’s cracks. I’m not leaving you Sev, not now, not ever.”

“You’d stand by that promise?” He asked pensively. “You’d never leave me, even if I said things I didn’t mean or treated you cruelly?”

“Well, you say horrible things to me all the time.” She smiled. “But I know you don’t mean them, not really. Also, if you treated me cruelly, I’d break you, not leave you.”

Severus gave her a genuine smile. That was the spitfire he knew she could be. She was finally coming out of her self-imposed shell. “What would you do, sit on me until I apologized?”

“Oh no, I’d hex your bollocks. I know how fond of them you are.” She said, a coy smile on her face.

“I learned my lesson long ago. Never piss off a witch.” Snape muttered.

“Will you give me my collar back now?” She asked tentatively.

“No.” He said unemotionally and placed a finger to her lips to stop her tirade. “You said you loved me?” She nodded her head. “Would you continue to do so without the collar?” She nodded more fervently. “Then why do you want it back?” He removed his fingers.

“Because it pleases you.” She said softly. “It pleases me too. It’s a symbol that you do care on some level.”

Severus pulled back. “You think I don’t care?”

“I know you do but it’s a visual reminder. When you say cruel things to me and I disappear for a while, it’s to look into a mirror. I look and I see the collar. You told me when you gave it to me that as long as I wore it, you would do your best by me. The fact that it’s still there lets me know that you were just angry or scared and you still care.” She was in tears.

Severus closed his eyes and wondered why he had to be such a cad. Emotions weren’t his forte. He’d learned to suppress them long ago and now, when it mattered most, he’d neglected to show them to the person who would become the most important in his life. “You don’t need a collar to tell you that.” He said softly and opened his eyes. “I said you were right about everything and I meant it. No collar can tell you that.”

“Everything?” She breathed.

“Everything,” he whispered. “I, I love you.” He breathed out heavily. He’d never said those words in that capacity to another woman save Lily. He knew Celeste was worthy of them though.

The beautiful redhead broke down into happy tears and hugged him tightly, afraid to let go. He caressed her head and let her think about what he’d said. This next part would be even harder for him. Her cries died down to mere hiccups and he pulled her back, spelling her face and his now soaking chest clean.

“Now can I have my collar back?” She croaked.

“Why do you want it so badly?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“I want to be yours Severus, in every way possible.” She said passionately.

“Every way?” He asked, thinking this next part might not be so hard after all.

“Every way.” She said determinedly.

“You would enter a bond with me?” He asked softly.

“In a heartbeat.” She answered without thinking.

“As equals, no collar.” He informed her.

She pouted. “For the binding, yes, but I want my collar back.”

Severus had to stifle a laugh. Oh he did love her. “Now?”

Celeste’s mouth hung open for a moment or two before she regained her composure. “Now?” She squeaked.

“Right here, right now, in this room, on this night, forever.” He said softly, walking her backwards a step with each phrase. “Will you bond with me now?”

“Oh yes!” She cried, moving to hold him but he held his hand up for her to stop.

“There is no backing out of this. This is forever.”

“You think I don’t know that?” She growled. “What in the hell do you think I am, a fairy princess? I’ve known about the consequences of biting someone since I was a toddler.”

Severus smiled. “Alright then. As equals.”

“And then I want my collar.” She pouted and he nodded. Her squeal of glee and her soft warm body wrapped around his was all the answer he needed.

She kissed him hard, putting every emotion she had into it, not letting him escape for a moment and he welcomed it. He laid her back on the bed and pulled away, admiring the pink flush of her skin. Her eyes sparkled with happiness and it made him almost giddy to know that he’d caused that. He’d known that pleasing a person could give great pleasure but he’d never experienced it so fully. He leaned down to nip at her plump red lips and she moaned.

Taking his time, he planted small kisses on the corner of her lips, the tip of her nose and over each eyelid. Then he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down her neck to her sensitive pulse point and over her collar bone. He brought his hands up and ran them up and down the sides of her waist, caressing the smooth flesh there. Hemoved lower, worshiping the area above her breasts. His tongue drew circles around her ample breasts, each circle bringing him closer to the erect pink nipple. When he was almost there, he switched breasts, earning a whimper of protest from his lover.

She writhed underneath him, trying to get him to take his prize. She ran her hands through his hair and scratched his scalp just the way he liked it. He allowed himself a soft moan and took one peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking and worrying it with his teeth only to release it and sooth it with his tongue. She moaned beautifully as he switched breasts.

He brought his hands up to pinch and pull the abused buds while he trailed kisses down her stomach, allowing his fangs to descend and scrape the skin lightly. She groaned in pleasure as he soothed the scratches and worked his way down to his goal, her dripping sex. He kissed each of her hipbones, sucking the skin hard and leaving a tiny purple mark on each one. His. She was his.

He ran his hands over the scrapes on her stomach and rubbed the tiny bruises on her hip bones as he kissed down her right leg, stopping to nip at the sensitive area behind her knee cap and the inside of her ankle. He kissed back up that leg and down the other, being careful not to touch the one place she was desperate for him to caress. She was begging softly now.

“Please Sev, I need more. I need so much more. Please, please take me. I can’t handle this.” She said, her head thrashing back and forth as he scraped the back of her knee with a fang.

“You can.” He growled and worked his way back to her center. He licked one soft stroke up her slit, ending with a little flick to her clit and she cried out in pleasure. He teased her a bit, putting just enough pressure to keep her worked up but not enough to send her over. He wanted her screaming his name before he let her finish.

“Gods please Sev. Please have mercy. Take me!” She moaned.

He stuck his tongue into her dripping wet core and slowly fucked her with it. She cried and moaned and groaned, thrashing so hard he had to hold her down. He brought his tongue back out to flick her clit and then slowly inserted one finger into her greedy channel. She wailed at the sensations, the pleasure almost bordering on pain. He inserted another finger and began massaging her in the perfect spot.

“SEVERUS! PLEASE!” She screamed.

“Please what?” He asked softly, slowing his fingers down and earning a frustrated scream from his lover.

“Please just fuck me!” She cried out.

“Beg.” He growled.

“Oh Merlin, please, please, please, I’ll do anything. Make this torture stop!” She moaned.

“Tell me how you feel.” He ordered.

“I love you.” She cried.

He flicked his tongue over her clit and sped up his fingers. She moaned loudly. “Say it again.” He growled.

“I love you!” She shouted. “Dear Merlin I love you so fucking much. Please take me!”

Smirking at her beautiful begging, he crooked his fingers and lightly bit down on her clit. She broke apart with a scream, her inner walls threating to crush his fingers they pulsed so hard. He took them out and lapped up her delicious offering. She shook from the intensity of her climax and he didn’t quit licking her sex until she’d come down fully. He climbed back up and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.

“You are quite needy tonight, you little wench.” He growled.

“Only for you Sev.” She said breathily, exhausted from her powerful orgasm.

“Forever.” He said seriously as he thrust himself into her welcoming channel. They both groaned at the feel of him filling her up completely. She was so tight; he gritted his teeth to hold back. Merlin, he could never get enough of her. He’d wear her out long before he tired.

“Forever,” she whispered as he pulled back out and thrust into her again. At her words, he kissed her hungrily, sharing her taste with her. He set a slow pace, wanting to feel every inch of her delicious pussy clutching him as tightly as a fist. She was his, completely. He thrust his tongue into her mouth with every push, penetrating her at both ends, wanting to crawl inside of her, become one with her. He realized that for the first time ever, he was making love to a woman. That thought caused him to break, thrusting harder with each time.

Their moans mingled in the stillness of the dungeons, their heavy breathing creating music in the air. He never sped up, using his mouth to worship her neck, her breasts, her shoulder, and her ear, anything he could reach. She was lost to him, her hands wandering from his hair, over his scarred back, and down to clench his bum and force him into her harder and deeper. He refused to change pace though. For the first time, he was thoroughly enjoying just the connection.

Feeling his balls starting to tighten, he pulled out despite Celeste’s protests. He wanted this to last as long as possible. He flipped them over and helped Celeste to straddle him, admiring the flush of her skin as she sunk down over him. He had to grit his teeth against the urge to cum, her heat almost too much for him. She set a slow pace, rocking her lithe body back and forth over him, lifting up and down from time to time to tease him a bit. He took the opportunity to play with her breasts, pinching and pulling the nipples. He shifted so he could sit up and suck on first one and then the other. She keened and almost lost her rhythm, his hands on her waist helping her gain purchase on the black silk sheets.

“Oh, oh Sev.” She moaned. “I’m so close. I love you.” She cried.

Severus quickly flipped them over, never pulling out. He was unable to hold back any more, wanting to finish with her. His fangs elongated as he started pounding into her. “Look at me.” He ordered. She opened her eyes and gasped. His eyes were completely indigo, his teeth gleaming white in the dim lights. Her own fangs responded, the light shining in her eyes and she began her ascent to heaven.

He could feel the fluttering in her walls and took a deep breath. There was no turning back now. He sunk his fangs deep into her jugular, sucking her luscious blood from her. She tasted like Irish Cream, his favorite treat. She cried out in pain and pleasure as she went over her peak, crying out hoarsely and shuddering almost violently in his arms. He pounded into her, chasing his own release. Sensing that he’d taken enough, he pulled back and carefully licked the wounds, sealing them over.

Her eyes flickered open and he caught his breath at their vivid indigo hue. She yanked his head down and bit him at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, pulling deeply. She said he tasted like butter toffee. Her bite triggered his climax. He slammed into her so hard he would fear she’d break if she wasn’t a daywalker and emptied himself deep inside her womb, shuddering from the power of his release. He felt light headed from the blood loss and a flicker of fear passed through him, wondering if she’d drink him dry or pull away. His question was answered as she pulled back and licked his wound closed. He barely had enough strength to lean over to the side before collapsing.

They both stared at the ceiling for a while, shell shocked at what had just transpired. They’d bitten each other, forged a bond that could only be broken in death. Why didn’t they feel any different? Severus sighed and rolled over to look at his new mate. She turned to him and smiled softly. She looked happier than he’d ever seen her and in turn, that made him happy. He allowed a small smile to grace his lips.

“You are so handsome when you smile.” Celeste said softly. “You should do it more often.”

“I might scare someone.” He frowned.

Celeste giggled. “No doubt they’d think you were plotting their demise.”

“They would be right. More than half of those little dunderheads shouldn’t be allowed the use of a wand.” He gripped.

“Oh come now Sev. You haven’t had to teach the upper years in months. You get to sit back and take points.”

“That is quite pleasant.” He drawled. He looked into her eyes, alight with laughter and felt something snap inside him, like a lock clicking into place. Her smile faded and a curious expression overtook her face. He knew she’d just experienced the same thing. He felt the sudden urge to dominate her, bend her to his will and make her his. He hadn’t felt something that obsessive in a very long time and it scared him.

Celeste put a hand on his cheek. “It’s okay Sev. It’s just the bond. Let it work.” She reassured him.

“You will wear my collar.” He hissed, unable to contain his possessive streak. He wanted the world to know that she belonged to someone, even if they couldn’t know it was him yet.

“Of course. I believe that’s what I’ve been petitioning for all night.” She said softly.

Severus jumped out of bed and stalked over to the other side of the room, grabbing the collar off the nightstand. “Get up and come here.” He ordered.

Celeste sprang up and scrambled over to him, kneeling without being asked. She was positively giddy. She was fixing to get everything she wanted, Severus as a bonded mate and her collar back.

“This collar will never do.” He frowned and she looked up in shock. His eyes softened a bit and he ran his fingers over the buttery smooth leather. It turned blood red and Celeste gasped at the meaning. “We are bonded. As I understand it, the bond is similar to a marriage. However, I wish to make an honest woman of you despite my reputation of being a bastard. Would you accept this collar in lieu of an engagement ring as a symbol of my intentions to marry you properly?”

“I will.” She cried softly.

“Do you accept this collar in perfect love and perfect trust?” He asked softly.

Her breath caught in her throat. He’d never asked anyone to accept anything in love before and it rendered her speechless for a moment. She could only nod her head as she fought back tears of joy.

“I can’t hear your head rattle.” He growled.

She laughed. “I will, oh of course I will.”

He knelt down in front of her. “I’ve never done anything so crazy in my entire life but you, my dear, are worth it.” He breathed as he snapped the collar around her neck. He stood back up and regained his composure. The pull to dominate her was so strong he was fighting to stay in one spot.

“Now, on to the bed.” He growled.

She stood up and skittered back over to the bed, crawling on it and eagerly awaiting his instructions. Instead, he pounced on her, knocking her flat on her back and earning a surprised squeak. He grabbed both her hands and conjured a slytherin green ribbon out of thin air, binding them together above her head. He moved her up to the middle of the bed and secured them to his headboard.

“You are mine!” He hissed.

“Yes.” She whispered softly, her eyes lowered.

“You will be with no other unless I specifically will it so.” He intoned.

Her eyes flickered a moment, uncertainty clouding her mind, no doubt wondering if it were the same in reverse. Still, she bit back her hesitancy and nodded. “Yes .”

“You will never leave me.”

“Never.”

Severus breathed out through his nose, calming himself. “I love you.”

Celeste’s eyes lit up. “I love you too.” She said softly. He could tell she meant every word.

“By the way, those orders do work in reverse. I am just as much yours.” He whispered, feeling her relax underneath him. “Now, show me how much you love me.” He growled. He’d been dying to say that ever since the first time she’d uttered those words.

She strained against the ribbons that bound her and kissed him as passionately as she could, tapping his lip with her tongue and asking permission to enter. He granted it and was assaulted with her taste, and his. He could taste the coppery tinge of his own blood still on her fangs. It was a heady feeling and he felt himself harden painfully. He pulled back and yanked her legs open, situating himself in between them on his knees. Her back was slightly bowed backwards from her position and he knew it would be a bit painful.

“This is not going to be slow and easy.” He growled.

“Do it.” She said harshly, fire in her eyes as she responded to his dominance.

He growled and thrust into her sharply, seating himself as far inside her as he could. She hissed at his entrance and clenched her muscles around him. He decided to give her everything he had, claiming every inch for himself as he plowed into her, holding no quarter. She was straining against him, trying to keep her head from bouncing into the headboard. She hissed and growled, baring her fangs at him. He hissed back, trying to cow her but she refused. She bucked up hard, trying to get him to punch through her, completely overtaken with the vampire’s lust. Suddenly, she stiffened and screamed, her orgasm washing over them both. He thrust through it, enjoying every pulse.

Frustrated at not being able to get deep enough, he pulled out and untied her against her protests. He flipped her over roughly and yanked her hips up, stuffing a few pillows underneath her to help her hold them up. She rose to all fours just as he plunged inside her. She screamed at the harsh intrusion, her sounds spurring him on harder and faster. Still not satisfied, he grabbed both of her arms and yanked them out from under her, satisfied when her face hit the mattress. He jerked her arms behind her and tied them together again with the ribbon. Then he thrust into her over and over, as hard as he could go.

Her cries of pleasure were muffled by the fabric of the sheets. Wanting to hear her scream for him, he grabbed her now wildly curling hair and tangled his hand in it, wrenching her head up against his chest and causing her back to arch. He plowed into her again, bordering on using his vampire speed his hips were snapping back and forth so fast. His new angle caused her to wail and mutter incoherently. She went rigid again and uttered a broken cry when she achieved climax again. He refused to let go though, wanting to stroke every inch of the body that was now officially his.

Deciding he wanted to see her face when he finished staking his claim, he pulled out and flipped her back over after untying her hands. He picked up her now exhausted body and pressed her up against the wall. He braced his hands under her legs and spread her wide for him, slamming home. She hissed as he bottomed out and her back scraped against the wall. He was unconcerned though. She would heal quickly. He quickly snapped and swiveled his hips, caressing every inch inside her with his rock hard cock.

He could feel his muscles starting cramp, protesting from the long day before and his arduous lovemaking of the night. He was determined to make her come one last time though. Sliding her legs around his, he picked her up off the wall and walked over to his desk, his cock never leaving her. He pushed all the papers off onto the floor and plopped her down. It was the perfect height to fuck her. He started again, plunging into her welcoming core over and over, her cries growing louder.

“Say it!” He yelled.

“I love you.” She cried weakly.

“Who do you belong to?” He growled.

“You, only you Severus. Forever.” She whispered.

“Forever.” He ground out and snaked his hand in between them, flicking her now overly sensitive clit and sending her into her fifth and final orgasm of the night. He thrust once, twice before he spilled himself inside of her, barely able to stand on his feet from the force of it. “Forever.” He said softly as he picked her up and wobbled across the room, stumbling into the bed.

“Mmm.” Celeste moaned as he pulled the covers over them. “Love you.” She whispered.

He kissed her temple tenderly and scooped her into his arms. “I love you too.” He said and drifted to sleep.

AN: And there you have it! I know it was a bit fluffy but it had to happen. Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know if you liked it and if there are any mistakes I missed. Goodness knows I'm exhausted now. :D
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