A/N: Characters and world property of JK Rowling. No copyright infringement intended. This chapter contains smut.

Of Blacks and Boarhounds

After a long moment, Severus spoke. "Perhaps, she didn't. Perhaps, she needed an ending to the horrible story that she'd turned into a children's book. And perhaps, we can make a better ending for everyone."

Chapter Fourteen

June 29, 1992

They were sat, still and silent, on the faded loveseat in the small living room, in the dingy old house in Spinner's End. Severus was holding Lulabelle on his lap, his long arms wrapped around her. She was cuddled into his chest, tracing patterns on his shirt with her fingertips.

He tightened his arms around her when she sighed against him. He brushed his lips against her hairline, the merest hint of a kiss, and she turned her face to look at him.

Slowly, so slowly, he lowered his face to hers, and lips met lips as if for the first time. Not because one of them was overly excited, not because one of them was overwhelmed, but because it was, in this moment, the right thing, the only thing to do.

Lulabelle had never been kissed so gently, so reverently before. Never had someone kissed her in a way that had made her feel so special, so cherished. Severus was kissing her as if she was the most precious thing he'd ever beheld. And in that moment, she was.

As he delicately traced her lips with his, Severus' mind was spinning. How could this woman, this tiny, beautiful witch, how could she want to be here? How could she want to be kissing him? And yet, she was. She did. He raised his hand to gently caress her cheek, and she gasped into his mouth. Severus took this moment to deepen the kiss, to gently advance his tongue into her mouth, almost hesitantly, silently asking permission.

Lulabelle opened for him, granting him access. Her hands were moving up his chest, not stopping until she threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. She raised up on her knees to meet him from a better, easier position, and straddled his legs with hers.

Severus used this movement to trail a line of kisses down her jaw, causing Lulabelle to roll her hips in response. Severus groaned at the contact, pulling her closer with the arm he still had wrapped around her waist. Lips met lips once more, hungrier this time.

She rolled her hips again, feeling his hardening length beneath her core. His hands went to her waist, touching the warm skin beneath her shirt. Hers went to the collar of his shirt, small fingers working at the buttons they found there, almost clumsy in their haste to expose flesh, as tongues still danced together.

Severus' hands moved under her shirt, from circling her waist to slide further up her sides until his thumbs brushed the underside of her lacy bra. Lulabelle pushed back from him, breaking their kiss, but before he could move his hands away, before he could start to apologize for the liberties he'd taken, liberties that obviously weren't welcomed, Lulabelle pulled her shirt off over her head and attacked his buttons once more.

"Off, off, off," she muttered as she worked, finally pulling the offending garment apart and pushing it down his shoulders. She pressed herself against him, desperate to feel his skin against her own. Severus crashed his mouth back to hers, exploring, dominating every part of the depths with his tongue. She trailed her hands down his shoulders, mapping his chest, memorizing every hard plane, every line, every lean muscle there. He raised one hand up further to cup her breast through the soft fabric that still covered it, gently squeezing the large mound, thumb brushing over her pebbled nipple. She moaned into his mouth.

This time, Severus broke the kiss. He trailed his mouth down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, as she leaned back to give him access. His lips met the softness of her ample chest, and she ground her core onto his lap, desperately seeking friction. His hands moved to her back, unhooking the barrier to the prize his mouth was seeking. She helped Severus remove her bra and immediately his mouth returned to her breast, closing over her nipple, tongue caressing the surface. Teeth gently teased the hardened tip. Lulabelle's head dropped back as she sighed in pleasure.

Without breaking contact, his hands roamed down to cup her arse, lifting her slightly in order to turn them both as he laid her down on the loveseat. One of her hands was cradling his head to her chest, the other touching, roaming over his back, unable to pull away. He covered her other breast with his large hand, pinching, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she gasped. He pulled his mouth away to look up into her eyes, then crashed his lips back down onto hers once more.

Severus ran his hand down her side, past her shorts, and to her thigh. He trailed his fingers back up the inside of her leg, and softly cupped her fabric covered core. Gentle pressure, but she still ground into it. Small hands moved downwards towards the waist of his trousers. Nimble fingers plucked at the buttons there, and finally, the outline of his large member was visible through his boxers. Lulabelle ran her hand over the front of them to trace his cock as she hooked her toes into his trousers, pushing them down with her feet. He moaned her name. As she reached into his boxers, needing to feel him in her hand, he pulled away. She made a small noise of disappointment, then squealed as he picked her up into his arms and stood. Lulabelle wrapped her legs around his waist as he kicked off his trousers and strode from the room, headed for the stairs.

"Lou! Ya can't carry me all the way upstairs!" she cried, holding his shoulders for balance.

"I can, and I shall, my lady," he replied, kissing her neck as they went.

When they reached his bedroom, he kicked open the door and walked purposefully towards his large bed. He laid her down gently, bending to kiss her again. She pulled him down on top of her, wanting to feel his weight surrounding her. His lips trailed kisses down her neck, and his hands moved to the button of her shorts. He lifted slightly to look her in the eye.

"Lulabelle… are you sure that… this… is what you want? That I am what you want?"

Lulabelle cupped his face in her hands. She met his gaze without hesitation and stated, "You're fixin' to be in a heap of trouble if ya stop right now."

He quirked a smile at her expression. "Really?" he drawled. "A 'heap'?"

"Lou, Imma knock ya into next week…"

Severus cut her off with a kiss even as he grinned into her mouth.

"So I shouldn't stop doing this?" He kissed her neck.

"Noooo…" she moaned.

"I shouldn't stop doing this?" He trailed his lips down her collar bone and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Noooo…" she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I shouldn't stop doing this?" His mouth traveled down, between her breasts, past her rib cage to her navel, and he pressed whisper-soft kisses there.

"God noooo…" her back arched slightly as her core clenched in anticipation.

"I should… start… doing this?" he asked, still seeking permission, still unsure in the back of his mind, as his fingers plucked at the button of her shorts.

"Oh God, Lou…" Lulabelle replied, automatically raising her hips to assist him in removing the garment. Severus slowly pulled her shorts off, sliding the denim down silky legs and over her feet. He lifted one foot, caressing it, pressing open mouthed kisses on the inside of her ankle, tracing upwards from there.

Lulabelle's head was spinning, overwhelmed with the sensations this man was eliciting within her. Her hands grasped the sheets at her sides as his lips traveled up her leg, towards the apex of her thighs… and then ghosted over where she wanted them and kept moving higher. She growled in frustration and he chuckled into her abdomen, flicking his tongue into her navel. He hooked his fingers into her lacy boy shorts, the ones that matched the bra she had been wearing earlier, and started to pull them down as well. This time, he kissed his way up her other leg.

When Severus finally, finally reached where she wanted him to be, he sat back and just looked at her.

"What?" Lulabelle all but growled.

"You are so beautiful, Lulabelle," he replied. "So beautiful," he repeated, whispering, almost to himself.

Lulabelle raised herself up on her elbows. "Oh, Lou…"

She pulled him back down to her, kissing him thoroughly, hungrily, trying to convince him of something that she wasn't sure she could define. She managed to roll them on the bed, so that she was astride his long form, and kissed her way down his chest, following the trail of sparse black hair. She reached his pants, 'of course he wears black silk boxers,' and started to pull them down. This time, Severus was the one who lifted in assistance.

Lulabelle did not tease as he had done, she wasted no time, simply ran her hands up his thighs and grasped his large cock. 'Well hellooo, Richard,' she thought to herself. She pumped her hand up and down his shaft as she knelt between his legs, then lowered her head to take an experimental taste.

Severus gasped as her tongue flicked over him, dipping into his slit. He raised up on his elbows to watch her, then fell backwards again when he felt her warm mouth envelop his head. Lulabelle ran her tongue around him, flicking over his frenulum, mapping each ridge. She wrapped her other hand around his shaft as well, using both to aid her as she began to bob her head up and down his length, knowing she would never be able to take all of him into her mouth at once. He moaned audibly.

"Bloody hell…" he ground out when she hollowed her cheeks, now unable to form coherent thought. His eyes closed when he felt one hand slip down to cradle his bollocks. She licked him from root to tip, then engulfed his glans in her soft mouth once more, taking him as deeply as she could, moaning as she did so. Severus forcibly kept himself from bucking into her mouth at the vibrations.

When Lulabelle slipped down to take his balls into her mouth, hand still pumping his cock, Severus was sure he'd never felt pleasure like this before. She sucked first one, then the other, caressing each one in turn, but when her wet tongue darted behind them to tease at his perineum, he sat up and stopped her.

"I do not wish to finish just yet, my lady," he said when she looked at him in concern. Lulabelle grinned triumphantly as he reversed their positions, thrilled that she had nearly made him lose control, only to gasp when he hooked his hands under her knees and pulled her legs apart. His hair tickled her thighs as he lowered his head to her, and her pussy clenched when she felt his breath hot on her mound. He lifted her splayed legs to rest them on his shoulders, and then his tongue slowly parted her folds. Lips teased as tongue explored, and Lulabelle bucked against his mouth. Severus grinned and then closed his mouth around her clit, sucking on it lightly. His tongue traced around the nub first one direction, then the other, flicking across it in the sweetest torment she'd ever experienced. His fingers rose to her entrance, rubbing through her folds, then he inserted the middle one into her dripping channel. Severus reveled in her taste, and her softness, as he stroked the spot that made her shudder beneath him. He added a second finger and Lulabelle moaned.

"Please," she said, drifting on a wave of pleasure, unaware of what exactly she was asking for but knowing she wanted more, Lulabelle begged Severus, gripping his hair in her hands. Severus sucked harder on her clit and inserted a third finger, crooking them slightly to massage her velvety walls. When his thumb slid down to tease her back entrance, the pressure that had been building up inside her exploded.

She rode his fingers through her orgasm, pussy clenching around him, and waves of pleasure rolled through her. She was floating, far off into space, and he lifted his head to watch her face, entranced at the vision she made. The muscles of her back involuntarily contracted, arching her off of the bed as she fell back to earth, keening softly but not able to form words. When he removed his fingers, she moaned at the loss. She pulled him up her body to kiss him once more, surprising him at her willingness to taste herself on his mouth.

Softly, she whispered into his ear, "Do ya have a condom?"

Severus rolled to the side, reaching for his wand. "No, but I can cast a contraception charm…"

Lulabelle smirked at that. "You do that, Lou, and then why don't ya go right ahead and Accio the condoms out of my bag."

Severus blinked. "But the charm," he started to say, and she interrupted him.

"Still ain't a condom. We can talk about it later, but for now, just Accio 'em, alright?"

"As you wish, my lady."

When the condom flew into Severus' hand, he silently cast the contraception charm over her abdomen. Lulabelle smiled as he did so, and took the small package from his grasp. She opened the foil packet with one hand and her teeth, the other hand caressing his cock, pumping up and down, twisting a bit at the tip with each stroke.

When she had freed the condom, she gently rolled it down his shaft and Severus watched as she completed her task. Once done, Lulabelle bent to kiss him and gently pushed him back against the bed. He ran his hands up and down her sides, caressing the small witch, nearly breathless with anticipation despite what had already occurred. Severus watched as she straddled his hips, and pulled her down for another kiss.

"I must ask, again, are you sure, my lady?" he whispered to her as he cradled her face in his hands.

"Ya silly man, of course I'm sure. If you're havin' doubts, though, we can stop here…" she broke off with a giggle as he grabbed her, lurching up to reverse their positions, and crashed his mouth down on hers.

"I just…" he kissed her again. "Needed…" he kissed her jaw. "To know…" he kissed her beneath her earlobe. "That you…" he kissed the side of her neck. "Are sure," he finished, rising to kiss her mouth once more.

"Consent is a beautiful thing," she murmured into his mouth. "Now please, Lou, fuck me."

"As you wish, my lady."

Severus took his cock in hand as she spread her legs before him. He ran the tip of his shaft up and down her slit a few times, coating himself in her excitement, reveling in her silky warmth.

"Dammit, Lou! Quit teasin'!"

He quirked a smile and pushed forwards, breaching her entrance. 'So bloody tight,' he thought, moving slowly, wanting to give her time to adjust to his girth.

Lulabelle had no such qualms, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him in tight to her body. She moaned deeply when he was seated fully inside her, and looked up into his eyes. Severus stared down at her in wonder.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hello," he replied, struggling to stay centered. Lulabelle rocked her hips against him, eliciting a moan from deep within as each thrust he made brought him closer. She sighed when he bumped her cervix, her inner muscles beginning to twitch around his velvet hardness.

Severus couldn't concentrate. His mind, usually so formidable, so laser-focused, was in the stratosphere. His hand moved independent of conscious thought to grasp her breast, to pinch her nipple. He lost his breath when her pussy clenched around him in response, drawing him in as he pumped repeatedly into her.

"Oh God, harder, Lou, please…" she gasped at him. Severus picked up her legs and placed them both over his shoulders. The new position allowed him to thrust deeper, harder, faster than before. Lulabelle circled her unattended nipple with her fingertips, pinching and pulling at the hardened peak, before sliding her other hand down to rub her clit. Severus grunted with effort as he pounded into her, eyes flicking back and forth from her face to where he was impaling her, wanting to see both her expression and himself as he slid in and out of her molten core, not able to choose just one vision.

"I'm so close…" she moaned, and he could feel her walls start to constrict. He sped up, wanting, needing her climax more than he needed air to breathe.

"Come now, Lulabelle. Come on my cock," he murmured to her.

"Unnnnhh…" Lulabelle was unable to stay quiet as the orgasm ripped through her, muscles convulsing around him as he fucked her through it. He slowed as her cries tapered off, coming to rest still seated inside.

"Sweet Jesus," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Just gimme a second here, Lou." Lulabelle had collapsed bonelessly onto the mattress. Severus tried, but was unable to fully hide his proud smile. She smirked at him.

"I'd call ya out for that look," she said as he kept thrusting, slow and steady, inside her, "but damn, Lou, that was… I don't even know. My head's still spinnin'." She patted his arse. "Come on, flip over. My turn on top."

Severus grinned fully down at her. He bent to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her and rolling them both over, refusing to part from her even long enough to switch positions. He wanted to stay there, encased in her warm, wet heat, forever. The thought made him inhale sharply. 'Where did that come from?' he wondered, vainly trying to disabuse himself of the notion. 'Forever?' Once Lulabelle was seated firmly upon him as he lay on his back, he groaned at the feeling of being even deeper inside the tiny witch.

"Merlin's bollocks, Lulabelle…" he moaned. Lulabelle smirked down at him. She rolled her hips over him, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her clit. She raised up onto her knees, only to plunge back down, harder and harder each time.

Severus stared at her tits, loving the way they bounced heavily in front of him. He grasped her hips, helping her to move, harder and faster, as she rode him like a demon. He reached up to palm her breasts, and his balls started to tingle at her moan of pleasure when he pinched her nipples.

"Harder, Lou," she cried, and he didn't know if she meant his hands or his cock. He pinched and twisted harder, and met her thrust for thrust, having decided that he would do both. Who was he kidding? He would do anything she asked.

Lulabelle's head dropped back as she bounced on his cock. Her hand slipped down to her clit, rubbing back and forth, side to side, and all around, chasing her climax as she moaned on top of him.

Severus groaned as her walls began to flutter around him. 'Finally,' he thought, having been straining to hold off his own release. When he watched her shatter above him, he grasped her hips in a bruising grip and drove himself into her, over and over, until his balls tightened and pleasure ripped through him. Wave after wave of it, forcing a shuddering exhale through his clenched teeth. Spots clouded his vision as he emptied himself into the tiny witch on top of him.

Lulabelle collapsed on top of him. She rested her head on his pale chest, trying to catch her breath once more. When his softening prick slipped out of her, she made a small noise of disappointment, already missing the feel of his girth within her. Severus wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Bloody hell, Lulabelle," he said.

"I know," she replied. "I feel like I need a shower, but I don't think my legs work anymore."

Severus chuckled at her. He rolled them to the side, removed and vanished the condom, then cast a Scourgify over them both.

"Thanks, that's sure handy," Lulabelle said through a yawn. "Just gimme a minute, then I'll get up."

"Get up?" Severus wracked his brain, trying to figure out what he had done wrong, why she was leaving his bed, leaving his side.

"Yeah. I gotta use the bathroom and then let Sin in for the night." Lulabelle yawned again. "Ya want me to go back to my room, or should I stay here with you tonight?"

"Please, Lulabelle. Please stay here. With me," he winced, hating how he sounded. Even after what had just happened, he still couldn't speak coherently around her. He cleared his throat and tried again. "If that is your wish, I would like for you to stay with me tonight."

Lulabelle leaned up and kissed his nose. "That is my wish, ya silly man. I'll be right back."

Severus watched, silent, as she stood up from the bed and walked, completely nude, from the room. He lay back on the bed, contemplating the events of the day as he heard the sink in the bathroom turn on after the toilet had flushed. He still hadn't moved when she returned chuckling, and scooped up her knickers.

"Guess I'll grab the rest of our things when I'm downstairs, Lou," she called as she walked back out of the room.

'Right. Half our clothes are in the living room. I'd forgotten about that,' he thought with a smirk. His grin widened when he remembered just how eagerly she'd removed not only her own, but his as well. When he heard her return to the stairs, her beast thundering up before her, he quickly slipped on his boxers, scourgified the sheets, and rearranged the blankets, making ready for her to join him. He listened as she spoke to the beast, able to hear her voice but not quite make out her words through the thin walls. Indecision struck as he heard her shut the door to the spare room. He had no idea which side of the bed to lie on.

Finally, she was back in his room. Finally, she was setting down his clothing and walking towards him. And finally, finally, she slipped into his bed, wearing only her knickers and the t-shirt from earlier, and cuddled into him. Lulabelle pressed her back against his front as he lay on his side, and immediately laced her fingers through his when he hesitatingly wrapped his arm around her waist. She sighed as he pulled her closer.

"'Night, Lou. Sweet dreams," she said.

"Good night, my lady. Sweet dreams to you as well," he replied, thinking to himself that he might actually have sweet dreams this night, as long as she was in his arms. He closed his eyes, and followed her into slumber.