-Chapter Three: All's fair in Lust and War-
"All right," Raven had finally stopped rampaging down the corridor and now had Serverus pinned listlessly against the cold stone wall, "I don't know how you found out what you did, but nothing, nothing, is going to happen between us."
Serverus's lips curved into a coy smile, "But dear, seeing as we were married for the better part of five years, by now we should know each other indefinitely." Raven rolled her eyes, in doing so she slackened her grip on his shoulders, and he soon had her pinned to the wall in his stead. "Ms. Turner or should I say, Mrs. Snape, you are my wife, I know that might take some getting used to, but you belong to me, and the first thing I want from you-" she turned her head to the side, her eyes locked painfully shut. "I want you to move all your things down into the dungeons, as my wife it is the only place you should be, the second thing, however, is not acceptable to say in a hallway where children might hear, wouldn't you agree?"
Raven blushed a beautiful rose color before whispering harshly into Snape's ear:
"Get bent! Get me into your bed and I just might kill you yet."
He chortled darkly, his lips inches from hers: "Raven…the only thing happening in our bed won't be killing, I think I've mentioned that to you before." Pulling away from him, she tried to regain her sanity- to no avail- her movements stirred something in him and his lips sank down onto her neck, nuzzling, biting, sucking, stealing her breath and arching her back.
"Mrs. Snape, I do believe we should carry this little rendezvous elsewhere before a student or other adult catches us procreating in the hall." Raven nodded weakly, her hands tangling themselves into his luxuriously dark locks. He pulled her up into his arms and carried her dazed form to the dungeon- slamming the heavy oaken door behind him, he laid her voluptuously fit form on his bed…
Unlacing her dark green robes, and fumbling with the zipper to her jeans like an inexperienced schoolboy, Raven's nearly naked form was presented to his orb-like eyes, he murmured something naively into her ear, she moaned into his shoulder, sending him jolting into wild oblivion. She would be his soon enough. But what would happen then?
He had never been a husband before, as he was sure she had never been a wife… he felt a tremor roll through his body, and he could barely contain himself. Ripping his own clothing from his thin, well toned form, he threw himself on top of her.
"Raven, give yourself to me, fully unto me." he gasped hoarsely, Raven made some guttural sounds in the back of her throat, then pushed at Serverus, trying desperately to dislodge him from his post above her. Serverus smiled cruelly, grabbing her lips in his teeth, he took full advantage of her, his fists plunging into her hair, releasing her lips, he trailed a scalding path down the flesh of her neck, flicking the tiny wounds he created over with his tongue.
She was sweet like honey and he had never wanted anything more. She was no virgin, he could see that in the way she arched her hips up to meet his, running his hands down her narrow hips, Serverus was suddenly driven wild by the thought of Raven's belly swollen with his growing child, losing his grip on reality, Serverus plunged into her as deeply as he could, feeling her scream for him, hearing her scream, loving her scream his name in wild abandon.
A/N: Ok, I gave you a small taste of passion, as shitty as it is…I plan to rewrite the whole damn thing eventually, Snape is such a hard person to find a match for…so I had to make Raven a worthy adversary, it's not her fault that she hates people, I mean I'd hate my husband too if he were Snape…not, I'd willingly have Snape babies, if Sirius had never existed and I had not already pledged my undying love for him that is…
