Chapter Twenty-six

Longing & Fighting

February 1979

It was a cold night. Florence was alone with her kids in Eileen's house. Her godmother was in a meeting of the Wizard's Chess Club - which was happening that night at Mr. Wilkins's house. Sirius couldn't stay with Florence because there was a meeting of the Order Of The Phoenix. Neither could James and Lily.

Florence sighed. The house was silent. Her twin boys were sleeping peacefully in their crib. She grabbed a book and went to bed. On the nightstand she saw a picture that Eileen had taken on their first summer there together, almost two years ago. Florence and Snape were hugging in the picture, he even had a small smile on his lips.

Florence closed her eyes and after she reopened them she tried to focus on her book. Tried being the key-word. That was his room, she could still remember the many nights they had spent making love on that same bed. She forced herself not to cry.

After a while, she was finally able to begin reading her book. But then she heard noises downstairs and got up quickly, taking her wand and leaving the bedroom, silently. She magically sealed the bedroom door and went to the stairs. The kitchen lights were on. She walked noiselessly downstairs. In the living room, she saw a black coat thrown over the couch. Severus. He was there. And suddenly she was really angry with him. Our lives could have been so much different. She stopped by the kitchen entrance and saw him making a sandwich by the sink. His back to her. So she silently attacked him.

Locomotor Mortis.

"Protego." he cast and turned around to face his attacker. "Florence! Why did you attack me? I could have..."

"You could have done nothing!" she interrupted angrily. "You didn't react fast enough, your guard was down." then a soft baby cry was heard, followed by a second stronger one. "Excuse me." she said before running upstairs.

Snape stood there in the middle of his mother's kitchen. He was shocked. He knew her babies had been born, but the reality of all that hadn't hit him until then. The babies stopped crying. He sat down at the table, eating his sandwich, he wanted to go upstairs and blame her for everything that was happening to him, blame her for how unhappy he was, how tired and old he felt. But he knew there was only one guilty party in that story and it wasn't Florence.

Snape finished his sandwich while trying to listen to what was happening upstairs. Nothing. After the babies' cries had stopped he heard nothing else.

Florence and her kids were in his old bedroom, he needed to get in there to grab some clothes and take a shower.

Snape got to the upstairs corridor and saw that the door to his bedroom was half opened. He walked in, taking care to make no noise. Florence was already asleep. By the bed he could see a beautiful dark blue crib. Taken by a feeling he'd decided to call curiosity, he walked to the crib and looked inside. The two baby boys were fast asleep with their tiny hands near their faces. Snape couldn't say the exact color of their thin hairs for it was too dark in the room, but he could feel the power of her veela blood in them, weak but there. The babies were gorgeous. He reached out his hand to touch their faces and hands. They were warm and soft. One of them opened his eyes and grabbed one of his fingers with his small hand, looking up at him. Snape was afraid the boy was going to start crying but, unexpectedly, the baby smiled, his dark eyes staring up at him curiously. Snape's heart clenched and he walked away from the crib, grabbing some clothes in the wardrobe and going to his bathroom. There, he could see her things all over the sink cabinet, and a white lace bra hanging on a wall hook. He tried to ignore it all, took a towel from the cabinet and got into the shower stall.

Florence woke up when Snape walked into the room, but she didn't move. She watched as he walked to the boys crib and touched them. Her heart beating madly inside her chest when James woke up and stared at his father. She waited for the bathroom door to close and then she got up to check on James. The boy was fast asleep again. She walked to the bathroom door and heard the sound of the water hitting the floor. She could imagine the hot water rolling down Snape's body... and her own trembled with desire. Florence leaned against the wall. She missed him. His body, his voice, his touches... she wanted him so much.

She was brought back to reality by the door opening. She tried to move quickly and reach the bed before he saw her there and asked questions, but she didn't fool him.

Snape opened the door and saw her there, blushing and trying to get to the bed fast... he knew right then what she had been thinking. And before Florence could reach the bed he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"What were you thinking just now, Miss Delacour?" he spoke in a low, seductive tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she blushed even more.

He pushed her against the bathroom door, one leg going between hers. She tried to push him away but she couldn't make him move, he was too strong and her legs were already weakening. She felt his hands traveling down her body, going under her nightgown.

"Stop." she pleaded, unconvincingly.

"Not even if I wanted to..." he pressed his towel covered hard cock against her thighs. "Tell me how much you want me... admit it. Say that you need me inside you, fucking you, driving you crazy with pleasure."

"No..." Florence tried to push him again, but she was even weaker than before.

"Say that you want me to fuck you until you can't walk or talk or think without remembering me." he licked her earlobe and softly bit her neck.

She moaned. Her body knew he could deliver every one of those promises and it wanted them all and more.

Snape looked at the crib and knew he couldn't fuck Florence in the bedroom. So he walked back into the bathroom with her in his arms. The small armchair was transfigured into a big couch and he sat there with Florence straddling his lap. He took her nightgown off, exposing her body to his eyes.

Florence gave up fighting and started to bite and lick and kiss every part of him she could reach. She went down on her knees and had his dick in her mouth in seconds. His hoarse moans excited her even more. She slowly sucked and licked him, giving special attention to his balls. After a while, she got up from the floor, took off her panties and sat back on his lap, having her hips forcefully grabbed and feeling his dick entering her body. Both their moans echoed in the small bathroom. Florence began to move up and down, riding him fast, sometimes stopping just to feel him completely inside of her body and then resuming her movements, swiveling her hips as his hands gripped her hips tightly, helping her. Florence tangled her hands in his long hair, trying to control their kiss. But it was impossible. The feel of his cock deep within her pussy was too much. Florence threw her head back, lost in pleasure. Her moans increased and Snape felt her inner walls closing around his cock.

"Are you coming for me, pet? Oh, yes, come on my dick!" he growled.

Florence almost screamed his name as she came. He held her hips to help her keep moving, and he never stopped fucking her, his eyes on her face and going down to watch her breasts bounce as she rode his dick. He forced her hips up and down faster, and then she gasped his name, her body becoming rigid as her hips bore down on his length, forcing him deep inside of her as she rode out her second climax of that night. And he couldn't delay his own orgasm any longer. Snape came deep inside her body. Florence could feel every jet of his seed filling up her pussy, dripping down her inner thighs.

She laid her head down on his chest. They were both gasping for air.

Florence closed her eyes, feeling his hot sweaty body against hers, his half-hard cock still buried inside her. She touched his neck with her nose, smelling his skin. Snape moved under her and she felt his cock move inside her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

" I love you..." Florence murmured, their lips touching softly; she kept her eyes closed and began moving her hips up and down again. She was soon moaning his name and unintelligible words once more.

Snape rolled them over on the couch so he was now on top of her. He lowered his head and captured a nipple in his mouth. Florence moaned louder. He licked and bit one then the other nipple; Florence ran her hands through his hair and pulled on it lightly.

He fucked her hard and deep, touching every sweet spot she had. Florence was lost in his arms, she opened her legs wider, needing him even deeper, begging him to go harder and faster. Her hands grabbing his butt trying to force him to do as she wanted. Snape gave up his control and did as she desired; he increased the speed of his thrusts. And Florence closed her legs around him, her heels behind his back pulling him to her. All he could hear were her mewls and moans; all he could see was her delicious sweaty body undulating under him; then he could feel her pussy clenching around his cock in an maddening way. And Florence came again, his name on her lips, her nails digging into his lower back. It was too much for him; he put himself deep inside her and came too.

He slowly rolled them over so now she was lying on his chest, his arms around her body, holding her close; both of them were breathing laboriously.

"I love you..." he whispered. "Will you marry me?"

Florence quickly raised her head from his chest and stared at him.

"You know my answer to that question." she said and got up from the couch, grabbing her nightgown from the floor and putting it on. She walked towards the bathroom door without another word.

Snape quickly got up from the couch and stopped her by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to him.

"I do know your answer!" he said looking into her eyes, holding her close. "It's yes! You're mine! You want me as much as I want you. You need me as much as I need you. Why won't you accept it?"

"I can't..." she had tears in her emerald eyes, her hands on his still naked chest. "I can't expose my children..." she closed her eyes letting the tears fall.

He let go of her waist; as beautiful as those two baby boys were, Snape couldn't deny that they were a permanent reminder that she had slept with Sirius Black.

Florence walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

She wanted it, she wanted to marry him, but she knew it was an impossible, already lost, dream.

"I'll take care of you and your babies." Snape whispered, looking briefly at the crib, as he walked out of the bathroom with a pair of sweatpants on.

"Are you insane?!" Florence breathed furiously, trying not to scream at him. "What about the Dark Lord? Will you just say 'thanks, it was good while it lasted' and then leave the Death Eaters?"

"No. I don't plan on leaving..."

"Exactly. You're enjoying what you're doing." she said accusingly and wiped away her tears. "Leave me alone, Severus. Leave us alone, please. Go back to your fiancé..."

"How do you...?"

"Rosmerta sent me a letter." Florence smiled sadly. "Don't worry. I won't tell her what happened here today." she looked at him for a while before continuing: "Just leave. I don't need you or the money I know you now have in spades."

"So you're saying you'd rather have me when I was poor? When you were paying for everything?" he asked, keeping his voice low because of the sleeping babies.

"Yes! And you already know that! I fell in love with you, not your power or money. I just wanted you."

"You still want me." he walked towards her, trying to pull her to him once more.

"But you're not the same." she took a step away from him. "You're no longer the Severus I met and fell in love with. I'm not the same anymore either." she looked at the blue crib that was a few feet from them. "I have my sons to think of now. I can't marry you. Please. Leave us alone." she closed her eyes, letting some tears fall when she said: "Marry Rosmerta and... forget me." Snape tried to hold her in his arms again. "Don't." she said, her hands glowing against his chest. "You know I can perform wandless magic, I don't want to hurt you, Severus. Just leave."

Snape turned around furiously and walked back to the bathroom. He got dressed and left the bedroom without another word.

Florence heard him going downstairs and the front door opening and closing. She checked her sons once more before lying down on the bed and crying herself to sleep.