bConfessions of a Blessed Man./b
As I lie here, next to my wife, I offer a silent prayer to Merlin, Circé or whichever deity is listening. I am a man blessed. Not only did I survive the war against all the odds, but the heroine of the war, the brains behind the brawn, has returned my affection. A blessing which for a long time I didn't believe I deserved.
My wife is breathtakingly beautiful as she lies next to me on our marital bed. Her mane of hair, for that is the only accurate way to describe her mass of curls, is splayed across the Slytherin green pillow slip, a mass of glorious knots still slightly damp from our earlier, passionate declaration of ownership and belonging.
Her perfectly formed breasts are beginning to swell in preparation for the arrival of the child which silently, steadily grows within her. My child, our child, a child I never dreamed I would be blessed with. A child I can't wait to welcome into this world. A child who will know what it is to be loved by both parents, who will know what it's like to grow up in a world at peace with itself and with the non-magical world we co-exist with.
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"I know you're watching me, Severus."
"You are so beautiful."
"You talk rot sometimes, Severus."
"I do not."
"Oh, but you do. I must look frightful right now."
"You look divine."
"You must be as blind as a bat."
"I am blind to other witches, for you, my dear are the only witch I wish to lay eyes on."
"Not only are you blind, but you are positively insane."
"You are the one who drives me to insanity."
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I lean in and kiss her worried lower lip. I love how she bites her bottom lip when she is concentrating on marking the students work, and how she worries the same lip as she approaches her climax.
I trail tiny kisses from her lips, down her neck, to the junction with her shoulders; her skin tastes slightly salty as I slowly lick along the length of her collar bone. Slowly I go lower, taking a nipple between my teeth and biting lightly. I love how she is never afraid to voice both her approval and her dislike.
I move lower still, placing a gentle kiss upon her belly. The books I have read about pregnancy tell me it is never too soon to start talking to your child. I am determined that I will not repeat the mistakes my parents made with me. My child, our child will always know that I love them. Even when they have been naughty; they will know that they are the centre of my universe, the apple of my eye, I won't particularly like them but I will love them.
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She moves her legs so I may nestle between them, manoeuvring myself towards her entrance, with one thrust of my hips I am once more home. She is my rock, my angel, my saviour, my harbour from the storm that is teaching and dealing with the plaudits and honours for what I did during the war.
She knows the man behind the masquerade of buttons and black cloth. She and she alone, holds my heart in her tiny hand. She decides whether I am worthy of her love. She is the reason I live and why I love.
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Our love making is intense and demanding as always. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen as her climax approaches. I feel my own completion approaching and begin to move with a haphazard rhythm.
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"Fuck! Severus Yes, Fuck me harder."
"Nurgh!"
"Severus!"
"Mine!"
"Yours."
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As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I draw Hermione closer to me and stroke her cheek.
"I love you, Madam Snape with all that I am and all that I own."
"I love you too, Severus with all that I am and all that I own."