A/n: Reminder, this is rated M.

Eternal Sunshine

Chapter 10: Tell It Like It Is

Samara lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling while she played with her engagement ring. She couldn't recall having taken it off, but she knew that she hadn't been wearing it of late as she had just found it earlier on the floor. Not like she had left it there, she assumed she had pulled it off after Eric had left, left it on her nightstand and at some point it had fallen to the floor without her noticing. She didn't think that she would have found the ring as it had rolled under the bed had she not been looking for her stray shoe.

"You are going to be late," Samara looked down at her stomach and stared at Aran who was laying at the top of her belly. Samara merely nodded, but she didn't budge. It was nearly seven and Severus was going to be there any moment. While for the most part she was ready to go, she had yet to put on her shoes, and put away the presents that she got for her twins. "Have you heard from Eric?" she heard his pincers clicking.

"No," Samara responded, though she supposed that wasn't strange. She guessed that he needed time to think. It wasn't something that she objected to, considering she didn't want him to feel terrible during Christmas. However, now that she thought about it, it seemed unfair to her that she had caused him so much pain and had thus far been able to avoid wizarding society and all their prying questions about why the wedding had been called off. She supposed that Eric's family was going to be there for him in the least, though she wondered if his sisters abusing her would make him resent her more than he probably already did.

"Why don't you conduct a paternity test to see whose child it is?" Aran asked. He had a feeling that things would probably be simpler if Samara knew whose child it was. He supposed that at least if she knew it wasn't Eric she could completely cut ties with Eric, because he knew that she had her were not meant to be together, especially not know that Severus was back in her life. However, he could not say something of the sort to Samara, without having to reveal a good deal about what he knew about her past. She had to come to that conclusion in her own time.

Samara sighed as she stared at the cieling. "I'm scared," Samara replied.

"That its Eric's?"

"That it's not his," Samara replied, thoroughly confusing Aran. He had expected that Samara would want the child to be Severus, because despite the fact that she didn't know it yet, he knew that she still loved him. And he knew that Samara was sure that she wasn't in love with Eric. He didn't understand why she would want the child to be his. "I think that if it were Eric's, things would be so much simpler. Eric would be a good father and the baby would have a good family."

"You are already thinking about what is best for the child? What about you, Samara?" Aran asked. Samara didn't say anything in response as she stared at the ceiling. It was strange, but for the first time in years she knew exactly what she wanted, but she didn't have the heart to go after it. It was strange, considering she always took what she wanted, no matter how much energy she had to expend to get it. However, at the moment, it seemed like she couldn't accept what she wanted. Like instinct was telling her to ignore the way her heart beat insanely whenever Severus was around and take a safer route, avoiding the pain of true love and settling for friendship, as unfair as that may have been to Eric. "All you had was yourself and you turned out fine. Your child will be just as resilient."

"But why should I make the baby go through that when... there is another option?" Samara asked as she continued to stare at the ceiling. She didn't want yet another child to suffer in a abusive family, or a neglectful one or one that wasn't a family at all. She wanted to break that cycle and she only wanted the best for her child.

Placing a hand on her stomach and careful to avoid Aran, Samara sighed as she furrowed her brow. She wasn't quite attached as she felt she should be about the child that was growing in her womb, however, she did desire the best for it. And despite not being attached, past experiences taught her to at least not call the babe an IT. She felt like that would be dooming the kid to the same fate as her little girl. She really wanted to want this child. She just hoped that desire would kick in sometime soon. Perhaps then she's be able to think more clearly for the lump growing inside her.

"And what makes you so sure there is any other option, Samara?"

"Eric would be easy enough to manipulate into taking me back," Samara said, surprising Aran. He knew that she could be determined ambitious and manipulative as much as any human could be, however, he hadn't ever thought that she would do so at the expense of someone else's pain. He thought that she at least loved Eric enough to want the best for him and not to toy with his affections.

"You would do that to Eric?" Aran asked, his pincers clicking softly. He supposed that if he had morals, he would have judged Samara, however, to Aran thigns were simple enough. There were all his primal instincts and then there was his love for Samara. There wasn't much quandry and whether something was right or wrong in his mind.

Samara rubbed her still flat stomach absentmindedly. "For this baby, I will do everything I didn't do for my baby girl," Samara replied. Aran understood that, motherly instincts. Though he supposed at this point it was much more guilt, as he didn't think that Samara's motherly instincts had kicked in yet. It was easy to tell that she was only just getting used to the idea that she was pregnant. He wasn't sure it had yet really hit her that there was a life growing inside her and that it was a part of her in a way that nothing else was.

Samara suddenly sat upright when she heard a pop and realised that Severus must have arrived. "Samara," Severus called out from the living room. Samara immediately stood up from her bed and reached out for Aran with her hand before traisporting him to her nightstand along with her engagement ring.

"I will be right out Severus," Samara called out as she slipped into her black boots, whose heels were made of metal and were at least four inches high. However, Samara wasn't terribly concerned over this as she quickly zipped up the knee high, leather boots and quickly picked up her twin's presents before heading for the door and peering out at Severus with an embarrassed smile for having wasted her time and making him wait.

Severus looked over at Samara and inhaled sharply. He supposed that she was wearing heels because she seemed much taller, however, that was not what caused him to inhale so sharply. Her face had a delicate amouint of makeup that made her shimmer and glow. She had charmed her hair to be the length it had been when she was in school and had also placed curling charms in it. He was astounded to see the emerald green butterflies that held back the hair on each side of her face and matched with her silk robes.

Clearing his throat Severus nodded at her. "You look... nice," he said curtly, not wanting to blurt out just how beautiful she looked. However, it didn't seem to matter, because it seemed that Samara understood him perfectly and blushed lightly at the compliment that he gave her as his eyes washed over her.

"You look nice as well," Samara smiled as she looked at him. He was of course wearing black robes, however, emerald green cuffs that seemed to match with her dress. Samara blushed at the thought that they probably looked like an oddly matching couple, however, she pushed the thought aside as she stepped up to him. "Are you ready?" Samara asked with a smile as she looked up at him. Severus merely nodded at her as she stepped up to him. "Will you like to apparate together of separately?" Samara asked as she looked at him.

Severus didn't really think that it mattered, however, before he knew what he was doing, he was extending his arm out to her. Severus almost groaned at his instincts, however, he shoved the grown back down his throat before it made its presence known and pulled out his wand as Samara grasped onto his arm.

Almost as though he were making sure that this was not a dream, Severus looked down to make sure that Samara was holding onto his arm and stared down at her pale hands contrasting sharply against his robes, gently grasping onto his arm. Severus couldn't felt the relief he felt to see that once more the dreaded ring was gone from her beautiful, left ring finger and turned away. Trying to ignore how pleasant it was not to have the diamond glaring at him, blinding and mocking him, Severus focused on their destination before they disapparated with a pop.

"So you haven't spoken at all to your mother since your... engagement broke off?" Severus asked as he apparanted a block from her house. He thought it would be much more polite not to apparate straight in the household. Slowly as they made their way down the streets, he turned and watched as Samara stared at the ground, two wrapped parcel dangling from a string wrapped around the crook oer her elbow. Severus felt slightly uncomfortable that she had yet to let go of his arm, however, his heart still thudded erratically because of it. Though, he didn't understand why he also felt nervous about coming face to face with Samara's mother who had spoken to her daughter recently from what he'd gathered the previous day.

"No, I've rather been avoinding speaking to anyone at all, as you can imagine. Works out that I was suspended for two weeks, but I suppose I will have to face the world sometime," Samara said as she walked, feeling a twinge of guilt towards how it must have been like for Eric the past couple of days. However, she tried not to think of things. It was Christmas Eve and she really didn't feel like passing it all depressed. More so, she didn't want to make Severus' Christmas depressing by being down and out when he probably would have been better off on his own. She wanted him to enjoy himself and have company and she wanted to be good company.

Severus merely nodded at this. He'd of course heard of that. It was his belief that not only everyone knew that her engagement had been broken off but that she had also been suspended from work. "Everyone in the Order thinks that he was the one that did something wrong," Severus said monotonously as they approached the house.

Samara turned to look at him sharply, a guilty look on her face. "Oh no! They must think I haven't shown my face because I'm depressed rather than ashamed," Samara said, feeling even more awful about the whole thing. She didn't want people to think that Eric was the bad one, when he was nothing more than an... well no probably not an angel as an angel probably would have been forgiving. But she supposed that he was in the least a very good man.

Sighing, she tried to push these troublesome thoughts away once more, but she supposed as she knocked and the door flung open and she stared at her mothers somewhat angered face that she wasn't going to be able to. "Hello mum, you remember Severus right? I invited him so that he wouldn't be alone," Samara said with a smile, speaking quickly and cutting off her mother before she could speak.

Marilyn Green had opened her mouth to speak but merely closed it and smile as she turned to look at Severus. "Its nice to see you again Severus. So glad that you will be joining us," she said politely a she waved them to come in. As Samara passed she gave her daughter a very meaningful look that she was not to be getting away with anything just because she had brought a guest over. However, she supposed that she could postpone the chat until the niceties were over.

Stepping into the living room, Severus found it vastly different than the last time that he had come into samara's house during christmas. For one thing, there was a brightly lit Christmas tree in the room, with presents beneath it. Turning, he stared at the couch were Heathcliff and Evelyn were sitting next to each other watching a movie on the television. "Say hello to our guest, duckies," Marilyn called to her twins as Samara tuned away to put the presents that she got for the twins beneath the tree.

Heathcliff was the first to get up and helped Evelyn off the couch before walking over and shaking his hand. Severus was still quite impressed by the little eight year old. However, he was more surprised when little Evelyn hugged his about the legs before releasing hims and yelling out to her 'Nana'. Severus turned around and watched as Samara hugged both her younger siblings while giving her mother a kiss on the cheek.

"Well now that everyone is here, Cliff, Evelyn why don't you set the table? Severus, feel free to make yourself at home," Marilyn said with a smile towards Severus before tugging Samara to the kitchen saying that she needed her to help her with someone. Severus raised a brow at this, wondering what he was supposed to do, however Decided to join the kids in the dining room across from the kitchen. "What happened Samara?" he vaguely thought he heard Mrs. Green say.

"Mr. Snape, what is your occupation?" Severus turned and looked at Heathcliff who was staring at him with curiosity that didn't quite show on his face any more than his usual, serious expression. Severus turned to the boy and wondered why he wanted to know. Casting a look over his shoulder where Samara and her mother were standing talking, thought Samara seemed not so willing to talk, he wondered if he should say or if that might seem strange.

"I am the Head of Slytherin and Potions Professor of Hogwarts," Severus replied as he turned to the child who raised a brow at this.

"Samara was in Slytherin. Was she ever your student?" Heathcliff asked as he continued to set the plates while Evelyn was bouncing around setting the silverware. Severus raised a brow as he stared at the young boy, he was quite sharp. Severus wondered if one day he would be a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw.

"Yes," Severus replied curtly. He didn't know why he was so uncomfortable mentioning this. He supposed because it seemed rather unorthodox for a teacher and former student to become quite so close as to be inviting each other for Christmas, however, his relationship with Samara had left the land of Ethics quite long ago. However, he supposed that so long as no one knew about that, he shouldn't be too greatly uncomfortable. After all, there were many professors who later on became friends with their students or at least treated them as colleagues, though he wasn't really one of those people seeing as he did not like to socialize.

Heathcliff merely nodded in response before finishing up the table and sitting down with Evelyn who had finished before him. "So its Professor Snape?" Evelyn suddenly said. Severus slowly turned to look at her and realized that there was a sing-song quality to her voice. Though he supposed it was because it still had a high, child-like pitch and she spoke quite softly.

"Yes," Severus nodded in response.

"Well I suppose that it might have been for the best. To tell you the truth Samara, I didn't think it would have worked well anyway," Marilyn said as she walked into the room carrying food alone with Samara. Samara didn't say anything in response as she merely nodded and motioned Severus to join them at the table after she set the tray down. Severus was relieved as he sat down that that was the end of that.

"What wouldn't have worked well?" Heathcliff asked curiously sitting up so he could lean over closer to the adults speaking.

"I'm not going to get married anymore," Samara replied gently with a small reassuring smile to her younger siblings so that they wouldn't be worried about her. However, Evelyn's little brows furrowed over her hazel eyes and she blinked at her sadly out from beneath her black lashes. "We were just incompatible," Samara said in answer to her little sisters questions and trying to ear her worry with a smile continued, "But its fine. Better this way."

"I agree," Heathcliff said. Everyone turned to look at him, and the serious expression on his face as he suddenly turned to Severus and smiled. "Let's eat!"

--

"Does your mother always go to sleep quite so early?" Severus asked as he and Samara sat on the couch, while the twins lay on the floor on, their heads propped up against the couch. They were all supposed to be watching a movie, though Severus was unsure which Christmas movie this was. He'd never particularly been one for watching tv or any other muggle activities. Even as a child. However, as he stared at the twins drooping heads on their pillows, he wondered if they had perhaps fallen asleep already.

"Yes," Samara nodded, her eylids closing heavily. She had already removed her boots and curled her feet beneath her. Her feet had been killing her already, even though she had only been wearing them for about four hours and even her eyes were starting to get droopy. She supposed it was because she was pregnant and more prone to being tired lately, but she was at least relieved that she wasn't having morning sickness, thanks to the wonderful world of potions. Otherwise it would quite suck to be pregnant. "The twins can be a handful and my mother's never been a very energetic person," Samara said with a shrug as she blinked slowly.

Severus looked over his shoulder to where Samara sat next to him and looked past her to where the twins were laying on the floor. It looked to him like the twins had fallen asleep and like Samara was tired herself. He wondered as he stared at the sleeping twins if they were tuckered out already. Dinner had been a long and entertaining affair, of which most of the time was spent talking about the twins childhood and even hearing a bit about how studious Samara was as opposed to how playful the twins were.

After dinner the twins had been running around while Samara helped her mother clean up. Marilyn had asked Severus plenty of questions, however, she didn't seem very concerned with the fact that he had once been Samara's professor and Head of House and he supposed that was because a ten year age difference wasn't very great and because Samara was not a child. Not to mention the fact that Samara had always been quite mature for her age.

"Well she's not the only person that is tired," Severus said as he turned back to look at Samara. Samara furrowed her brow and sat up, leaning over the couch and staring at the kids who had just fallen asleep. Samara groaned as she wondered if she should carry the kids to their beds of wake them up and make them crawl to bed. Deciding that it was probably best not to wake them, she stood up and scooped up Evelyn's small, thin body in her arms.

"Shh," she cooed as Evelyn started to stirr as she stood up straight. Despite how tired she was, she managed to find the strength to carry the eight-year-old. "Severus, could you carry Cliff to his room? Don't worry, he sleeps like a rock like I do," Samara whispered, flashing him the crooked smile that was his and only his.

Severus merely nodded in response as Samara turned around and walked Evelyn to her room. Leaning over, Severus scooped up the boy in his arms and carried him to his room. Samara, wasn't lying when she said that the boy slept like a rock like she did. From the moment he picked up the boy, to the moment he lay him down, removed his shoes and covered him up, Severus didn't feel the boy so much as change his breathing pattern.

Straightening up, he silently walked out of the room and made his way back to the living room, surprised that Samara was already sitting back down, picking up the television remote and flipping through the channels. "Have you ever seen this movie, Severus? It's called the Shop Around the Corner," Samara asked, motioning to the tv, causing him to shake his head as he sat down next to her. He was starting to get the feeling that he should go home now that they were alone, but the fact of the matter was that this was one of his best Christmases in years, and he didn't mind that Samara's family had been around at all.

"I don't watch films or the television," Severus replied as he watched the colorful tv screen. Despite the fact that this was what they had been the past few hours, he wasn't bored. He supposed that was because he wasn't really paying attention to the movie as he was very aware of Samara's close proximity and trying to keep from staring at her too much around her family. Heathcliff for one seemed to have Samara's, oddly observant way of noticing things that others didn't seem to.

Samara turned around and looked at Severus with a lazy smile that told him just how tired she was as she blinked blearily at him. "It's only begining, I think you should watch it," Samara said with a smile, causing Severus heart to thud. It was almost as though she had heard his precise thoughts and were requesting that he stay.

Settling into the couch Severus turned his attention to the now black and white screen. "How old is this film?" Severus asked, furrowing his brow. He could guess by the wardrobe but he wanted to make sure.

Samara crinkled her brow in thought as she sank into the couch. "It's from 1940, I believe," Samara replied. Severus was astounded by this, but said no more as he noted Samara staring at the television intently, watching the characters interacting in front of a shop. All was silent until Samara suddenly said, "It always vexed me that he called her 'my dear child'."

"What else could he say to the stubborn girl?" Severus asked as he looked over at Samara. She was watching the movie through half-closed eyes, her head turned slightly so that it was resting on the sofa and the butterfly in her hair. Severus didn't think that was too comfortable, however, he instead focused on the lazy smile that spread across her lips once more.

"I assume you would see it that way," Samara said as they once more lapsed into silence, watching the film. Severus didn't understand what exactly she meant by that, however, decided not to comment on it. Though, after a short time he started to wonder at how Samara could understand what they said at all as they seemed to be speaking a mile a minute. Were Americans honestly in such a rush to speak? Or was it just because the man was a salesman and the woman was desperate? Severus decided it didn't matter as he was going to be vexed either way.

However, once getting into the flow of things, Severus found that the film was not half-so-bad, though he started to wonder how it was a Christmas movie at all. "Samara, what exactly do you like about this movie?" Severus suddenly asked as he turned to look at her. She smiled blearily, though he could see that by now her eyes were shut.

"Klara Novak and Alfred Klaric," she replied, yawning. Severus raised a brow at this, wondering why she enjoyed watching two people at each other's throats. In his opinion Klara was simply manipulative and stubborn while Alfred... he supposed that there wasn't very much wrong with him. Klara simply grated his nerves. "You only like him because he's a tyrant like you," Samara smiled up at him. Severus eyes focused on Samara and found that she was staring at him with her startling hazel eyes, studying him closely. Closing her eyes once more, Samara leaned her head, now closer to his arm, but still resting inward towards the back of the couch. "You'll like Klara."

"What makes you think so?" Severus asked as he looked over at her with a raised brow, slightly vexed to hear that knowing tone creeping back into her voice. It was a tone she spoke in many years ago, when she knew him like the back of her hand and could predict him. It wasn't something he was ever comfortable with and found vexing now. How could she begin to know him like that again?

"Because I see you in everything," she whispered sleepily before nodding off into sleep. Severus furrowed his brow at this, not understanding, however, focused on the movie to not watch Samara as she slept. Though, he found that very difficult considering how angelic she always looked in her sleep.

For her part, Samara felt that part of her was quite conscious, despite her closed eyes and the humming of dreams in her head. The light sound of the tv, penetrated through her subconscious and she felt like smiling at the sound of Alfred being kind and over-caring for Klara whom he seemed to so dislike. She felt tenderness within her, despite the sleep and a craving for someone warm. Leaning in slowly, Samara rested her head, at long last on something soft and warm, yet firm, beneath her cheek. She smiled at the warm smell of wormwood as she leaned in and hugged the appendage that she was resting on as she continued to smile in the blissfulness of her dreams.

Severus turned away from Klara, the girl who was sick with love and turned to look at Samara who seemed blissful as her left arm hooked around his right. Furrowing his brow, he stared into her sleeping face and wondered what on earth she was dreaming of as she draped her right arm across his waist and snuggled her face closer to his shoulder, her hair now covering what he could see of her face. It caused him to reach out and gently brush the hair out of her face before forcing himself to watch the movie. However, the more and more he saw of Klara, the less he really saw her and the more he saw Samara.

"Did you understand what I meant?" Samara said in the end, when the shrill of the tune at the end of the movie penetrated through her thoughts sharply and roused her from her sleep. However, she was far too comfortable to move, and she ignored the fact that it was simply because she was resting on Severus.

Blinking slowly, Severus slowly turned to look at Samara, who maintained her eyes closed as she snuggled into his arm and held him a little more tightly than before. "Yes," Severus replied after he remembered what she said, about her seeing him in everything. He understood now that he realized that he also saw her in everything. It was something that made his heart race, he didn't understand why he would be on her mind in the same way. "Samara," Severus suddenly said, feeling highly uncomfortable and sitting up, causing Samara to immediately sit up, suddenly alert.

"Are you going to ruin this moment, Severus?" Samara asked as she looked at him. Severus blinked as he stared at her before looking away.

"Samara, I don't know what you are doing. It's almost like..." Severus didn't finish that sentence, not thinking that he should remind her as she wouldn't know what he was talking about. She had no idea that she had been pushy with him until he finally buckled and acquiesced to being with her and everything had become complicated. It felt like she was doing that all over again, history repeating itself, and he didn't really like it. Especially not after how things had previously ended and how wounded he'd walked away from the whole thing.

"Like what Severus?" Samara asked as she furrowed her brow.

Sighing deeply Severus stood up. "You are complicating everything, Samara. You shouldn't have found out about that night, you shouldn't be pregnant, we should have never..." Severus couldn't finish that sentence because he really didn't regret that bit of it, but everything was so damn complicated. Running his hands through his hair, Severus sighed heavily once more as he turned to look at Samara who was grimacing at her hands.

"You wish I were still with Eric?" Samara asked, raising a brow as she turned to look at him, a hard look in her eyes. Severus turned to look at her, but found that he could not respond. The truth was he couldn't stand to see her with Eric. "Even though you've never actually said it, I know you love me, Severus," Samara said as she stared deeply into his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest making it feel like she was pumping too much oxygen throughout her body. "You are the one that complicates everything," Samara said as she stood up and stepped closer to him, not knowing why Severus was the only thing she was so sure about in her life and realizing that she'd rather struggle with him then pretend with Eric. "I already told you that I don't need anything from you, but would you please be honest. I know that you want me, why can't you just let it be then?"

Severus groaned as he turned away, feeling Deja Vu, only this was an older Samara he found impossible to resist. Before he could say anything, he felt her thin arms slip around his waist and he felt her body pressing in against his back, the top of her head resting on his shoulder as she pleaded, though he wasn't sure what she wanted. In a way, she wanted everything that he found impossible to give her, yet it was also everything that he wanted to be able to give her. "Samara..." Severus simply groaned as his heart thundered beneath her fingertips. "This is insanity."

"What's wrong with that?" Samara asked in a husky whisper that simply melted him. Turning around in her embrace, Severus turned to face her before leaning down and capturing her mouth in a gentle and tender kiss as his hands hooked onto her head and neck, urgently bringing her closer to him. Severus was unsurprised by the way Samara immediately responded, teasing him with her soft lips as though she were pulling away, but each time he chased she pushed sensually back until at long last she let her tongue slither out from her mouth and gently pushed it past his lips to massage his.

Severus moaned in the back of his throat as his hands wandered down her arms, causing her to remove hers from around his waist and loop them around his neck while he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He supposed that he should feel rather embarrassed that his erection was pressing into her abdomen, but it had been two months since they had slept together and all of his illicit, most graphic dreams and fantasies could not compare to the satin feel of her skin or the intoxicating taste of her mouth.

Pulling away Samara smiled up at him, he face flushed with excitement, now more energetic then she had felt in days. "We should go to my flat," Samara said with a smile as she locked eyes with his. She wondered if hers reflected the burning passion in his eyes, however, did not mull over it as she turned away and walked over to pick up her boots before walking over to him and pulling out her wand. Before Severus could say anything she had taken hold of his arm and they were then standing back at her place, in her bedroom.

Pushing him into the bed, Samara smiled as she pulled out the butterflies from her hair and dropped her boots. Proceeding to remove the robes that she had been wearing, Samara stepped lithely out of them before kneeling before Severus, whose eyes widened to see her body in nothing but a black bra and lacey bikini bottoms. "Samara, what are you doing?" He asked as he watched her removing his shoes, his eyes wide with lust as he watched her.

Samara merely smiled at him in a devious way before proceeding to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Severus inahled sharply as Samara reached into his boxers and released his manhood. "Samara," Severus inhaled as he watched her place a kiss on his head, causing him to become painfully aroused as she gripped his base in her right hand.

Swirling her tongue around his head, Samara smiled as she felt Severus grasp on tightly to her bed-spread as his breathing became a little faster. "You're torturing me," Severus said as he leaned his head back as Samara ran her tongue across the slit at the tip of his penis and licked the precum gathered there greedily. Samara smiled deviously once more before taking his tip in her mouth and lightly sucking on it.

Once more inhaling sharply, Severus closed his eyes tightly to keep from coming right then and there. It was impossible to resist the intense warmth and pressure of her mouth and the way her tongue swirled around his head. However, that didn't prepare him for when Samara took his entire shaft in her mouth and started to work her way up and down on it. Before long, Severus felt his breathing becoming more labored as he looked down at the dark-head in his lap, working wonders on his cock.

Her expertise was astounding and when she reached out to massage his balls, Severus found that he couldn't contain himself. "Samara I'm going to come," he groaned, wishing to warn her in case she wasn't a receptive person. However, she merely took him in her mouth to the hilt and started to swallow around him, the contraction of her throat milking him of all his seed causing him to gasp out her name until his glorious orgasm came to an end. He was still seeing stars when she got off her knees, licking her lips as she sat on his lap.

"I hope you still have more in you," Samara whispered huskily in his ear before licking the shell and nipping at his lobe as her fingers deftly worked on his shirt's buttons before inpatiently pushing it off his shoulders.

"Only for you," Severus whispered as he leaned in his head and bit into her neck causing her to moan as she ground her pelvis into him. He could feel her moisture against him and that alone was enough to make him hard again.

"Merry Christmas Severus," Samara smiled as she placed an ardent kiss on his lips.

--

Severus startled awake at the sound of Samara retching. Raising himself off her bed, he walked into the adjacent washroom and furrowed his brow in concern as he looked at her. "Are you all right Samara?" he asked as he knelt down next to her, ignoring the fact that they were both clothed in nothing but their undergarments.

The night had been quite long and Severus was not quite sure when it had come to its conclusion. All he knew what was that he could not get enough of Samara and it seemed that the same held true for her. It seemed that their desire for each other was unquenchable and despite the soreness that they both felt, they couldn't stop. He was sure that her insides were rubbed as raw as the tip of his member, and yet despite the pain they had continued to press on until at last they both fell exhausted.

"Yes I'm fine," Samara said as she pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand but not able to turn and look at him. "Severus would you mind bringing me the Potion on my bedside table?" she asked gently. Severus acquiesced and walked into her bedroom and retrieved the potion before coming back to see Samara bent over the sink, rinsing out her mouth before turning around to him with a small smile. "Thank you," she said as she took the vial and drank from it, "I forgot to take it at seven."

Severus merely nodded in understanding as he watched her with concern. "Do you feel better?" he asked as he watched her closely. She merely smiled as she nodded and walked back into the bedroom, causing Severus to follow behind her. As she bent over the bed and Severus caught sight of the intwined snakes in a double S just above her lacey, black waistband he felt his desire stir from her once more, despite his soreness.

"See something you like, Severus?" Samara asked with a smile on her face as she looked over at him and continued to crawl onto the bed. Severus blushed and looked away, however, he couldn't deny that she was as tempting to look at from behind as she was from the front.

Samara giggled at the sheepish, bashful look on his face as she rolled onto her back and shimmied out of her underwear, before tossing the scampy little thing over at him. "Come to bed, Severus," Samara smiled as she rolled over once more and presented him with her backside as she looked at him over her shoulder. "You are not allowed in through the back door, but taking me like this is perfectly acceptable," Samara said as she waved her round and well shaped rump at him invitingly. Severus felt himself harden impossibly at the sight of her.

Walking over, Severus pushed his boxers off before climbing onto his knees behind her and grasping onto her slender hips with one of his hands. "Samara, are you sure you don't find this..." Severus didn't quite finish the sentence, afraid that she might just find it undignified as some women seemed to. However, as he grabbed his erection and ran it over her slit, he found the answer he was looking for at his tip became permeated with her wet lips. He supposed that she must like this position as much as he did.

TBC...

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