1 Just… Love Me… Please
Disclaimer: Latisha (Patricia) is mine, but no other belongs to me.
AN: Wow. I have so missed writing!!! It's been horrible. Due to unforeseen circumstances *curses the computer*, I haven't been able to post anything for the past… three weeks or so. I have just recently managed to get myself into the same type of situation as Latisha, but my bf doesn't know that I'm falling in love with another guy as well as falling deeper in love with him. *hopes he never reads this* I know who I'm going to choose though, because love rules all, right? Oh, and Rene, many apologies, but I have not answered your question from… many chapters ago. No, I'm not yet British, but one day… when I move to England to be with my love… I'm full of romantic sap tonight, aren't I?
Severus kept his hand on Latisha's waist the entire way down to his rooms. He couldn't not touch her, lest he wake up and realize it had all been a dream. He opened his door and indicated that she was to go in first. Severus closed the door and with a flick of his wand lit the fire and half a dozen candles.
"Here," he said, throwing her a bathrobe that was draped across his bed. "Get cleaned up and you can wear this."
"Oooh!" Latisha exclaimed. "I get to wear your robe!"
"Only if you don't get blood on it," he said, missing the teasing in her voice.
"Alas, I would get cleaned up Love, but it appears that I may need some assistance," she said regretfully.
"What do you mean?" he asked, turning around to face her.
"Well, seeing as how I can't reach my back, and there's a fair amount of blood…"
Severus arched an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. The woman in front of him grinned at him impishly.
"You can always use magic," he pointed out, deliberately not rising to her bait.
"Fine," she said, throwing her hands up in disgust. "Will you help me get cleaned up Severus?"
He looked at her thoughtfully, his mouth turning up in a smile. She had asked him to help her. Not Quirrell. He could handle this.
"All right," he finally said. Her face lit u pin a smile and as she turned, Severus noticed that she did indeed have quite a bit of blood on her back. Quite a bit of it was fresh.
"Wait," he said in a voice that even she always listened to. "Stay there."
He walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on her back. Her robes were warm and sticky.
"Latisha, take off your robes," he commanded. She looked at him quizzically but did as he said. The back of her shirt was torn to shreds. Odd that he hadn't noticed before. "You're going to have to take off your shirt," he said quietly. He noticed how she tensed when he put his hand on her shoulder blade.
"I… It hurts, Sev," she said.
"I know," he replied. "But it'll hurt even more if we don't get it cleaned up. Here," he said, helping her with her shirt. She flinched as the muscles in her shoulder moved, and he felt a stab of regret that he had to put her through this. They finally got the shirt off and he went back to examining her. It was worse than he had expected. Running from her shoulder to the base of her spine was a long, jagged wound. It was obviously quite painful from the way she was tensed up, but she didn't make a sound as he carefully pressed along the edges of the cut to make sure there was no sticks or anything lodged in it. It would have been quite small when she was an eagle, but…
"This is why you dropped, Latisha," Severus said finally. "Whatever gave you this would have severed the pectoralis muscle, and that screwed you right up. Do you know what happened? I need to know." Latisha looked at him with an expression that he couldn't describe. She sighed and closed her eyes.
"Severus, I just… I can't tell you. I know you need to know. I know Albus does. But I can't."
"Why not?" he asked, trying to keep his rising anger in check. The last thing she needed was for him to yell at her.
"Because. It has to do with… what happened… before Jason and I married," she said evasively.
"Darling, I know it's painful for you to remember, but I need to know. I'm going to find out anyway. I mean, with this bond we have, I don't think we're going to be able to keep secrets from each other any more." Severus shuddered inwardly at that thought; she knew he had been a Death Eater, but she didn't fully understand that he had joined them of his own free will, and that he did, indeed, enjoy what he had done. He brought himself out of his own thoughts, and looked at Latisha with his best 'evil teacher' look. He didn't get the response he had hoped for. Instead she giggled and looked deep into his eyes.
"I promise I'll tell you… someday. I just can't tell you now." She smiled sadly at him and touched his cheek. "I promise," she repeated. He nodded, knowing she would say nothing more on the subject.
"Now, back to this injury of yours," he said, ending the moment. Looking at it again, he noticed that it wasn't very deep, just very long and nasty – looking. It was nothing he couldn't handle. He gently began to clean the wound and suddenly noticed how close to her bare shoulder he had leaned. He softly kissed her shoulder and marvelled at how soft her skin was. He dropped the cloth he had been using and brushed her hair out of his way. Trailing kisses from her shoulder to her neck he thought with some irony that she would probably not be in the mood to make love. He was pleasantly surprised when she leaned into him and arched her neck in order to allow him better access.
"Wait," he breathed. "I… I can't."
"Why not?" she murmured.
"Because," he whispered. "Because you know that your back will pain you."
She turned around and smiled gently.
"Ah, Severus. You have the mind of a lover, but the manners of a gentleman. You want to take me, then take me. I am yours, and you are mine. I will share you with no one, and although I love my husband, I love you more. I've seen things in him that I don't like, and even though there are things in your past I don't like, this bond we have is unbreakable. I love you with all my heart, Severus. Words cannot describe how much I care for you. If only circumstances had not been changed. I would already be the next Lady Snape. Darling, I would move Heaven and Earth to be with you. Ask me to marry you now and I will say yes; but you won't ask me because you know that I'm still married to Jason Quirrell and I cannot yet get out of the marriage. Severus, I ask you to take me. I ask you to help me create the love that I have not had since the last time we lay together. Please. I've missed you. Just love me… Please."
He looked into her deep brown eyes and smiled.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes."
"All right then. Latisha, I have loved you from the moment I first met you. You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. I long to be your husband, but for now I must be content with being your soulmate. I ask that you would open the bond that we have between us so that I can take you like we have never before experienced."
Latisha kissed him with a passion she had never felt before, and he gently guided her to his bed. He lay her down without releasing her mouth and whispered the words, "I love you" before proceeding to take her to new heights…
Disclaimer: Latisha (Patricia) is mine, but no other belongs to me.
AN: Wow. I have so missed writing!!! It's been horrible. Due to unforeseen circumstances *curses the computer*, I haven't been able to post anything for the past… three weeks or so. I have just recently managed to get myself into the same type of situation as Latisha, but my bf doesn't know that I'm falling in love with another guy as well as falling deeper in love with him. *hopes he never reads this* I know who I'm going to choose though, because love rules all, right? Oh, and Rene, many apologies, but I have not answered your question from… many chapters ago. No, I'm not yet British, but one day… when I move to England to be with my love… I'm full of romantic sap tonight, aren't I?
Severus kept his hand on Latisha's waist the entire way down to his rooms. He couldn't not touch her, lest he wake up and realize it had all been a dream. He opened his door and indicated that she was to go in first. Severus closed the door and with a flick of his wand lit the fire and half a dozen candles.
"Here," he said, throwing her a bathrobe that was draped across his bed. "Get cleaned up and you can wear this."
"Oooh!" Latisha exclaimed. "I get to wear your robe!"
"Only if you don't get blood on it," he said, missing the teasing in her voice.
"Alas, I would get cleaned up Love, but it appears that I may need some assistance," she said regretfully.
"What do you mean?" he asked, turning around to face her.
"Well, seeing as how I can't reach my back, and there's a fair amount of blood…"
Severus arched an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. The woman in front of him grinned at him impishly.
"You can always use magic," he pointed out, deliberately not rising to her bait.
"Fine," she said, throwing her hands up in disgust. "Will you help me get cleaned up Severus?"
He looked at her thoughtfully, his mouth turning up in a smile. She had asked him to help her. Not Quirrell. He could handle this.
"All right," he finally said. Her face lit u pin a smile and as she turned, Severus noticed that she did indeed have quite a bit of blood on her back. Quite a bit of it was fresh.
"Wait," he said in a voice that even she always listened to. "Stay there."
He walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on her back. Her robes were warm and sticky.
"Latisha, take off your robes," he commanded. She looked at him quizzically but did as he said. The back of her shirt was torn to shreds. Odd that he hadn't noticed before. "You're going to have to take off your shirt," he said quietly. He noticed how she tensed when he put his hand on her shoulder blade.
"I… It hurts, Sev," she said.
"I know," he replied. "But it'll hurt even more if we don't get it cleaned up. Here," he said, helping her with her shirt. She flinched as the muscles in her shoulder moved, and he felt a stab of regret that he had to put her through this. They finally got the shirt off and he went back to examining her. It was worse than he had expected. Running from her shoulder to the base of her spine was a long, jagged wound. It was obviously quite painful from the way she was tensed up, but she didn't make a sound as he carefully pressed along the edges of the cut to make sure there was no sticks or anything lodged in it. It would have been quite small when she was an eagle, but…
"This is why you dropped, Latisha," Severus said finally. "Whatever gave you this would have severed the pectoralis muscle, and that screwed you right up. Do you know what happened? I need to know." Latisha looked at him with an expression that he couldn't describe. She sighed and closed her eyes.
"Severus, I just… I can't tell you. I know you need to know. I know Albus does. But I can't."
"Why not?" he asked, trying to keep his rising anger in check. The last thing she needed was for him to yell at her.
"Because. It has to do with… what happened… before Jason and I married," she said evasively.
"Darling, I know it's painful for you to remember, but I need to know. I'm going to find out anyway. I mean, with this bond we have, I don't think we're going to be able to keep secrets from each other any more." Severus shuddered inwardly at that thought; she knew he had been a Death Eater, but she didn't fully understand that he had joined them of his own free will, and that he did, indeed, enjoy what he had done. He brought himself out of his own thoughts, and looked at Latisha with his best 'evil teacher' look. He didn't get the response he had hoped for. Instead she giggled and looked deep into his eyes.
"I promise I'll tell you… someday. I just can't tell you now." She smiled sadly at him and touched his cheek. "I promise," she repeated. He nodded, knowing she would say nothing more on the subject.
"Now, back to this injury of yours," he said, ending the moment. Looking at it again, he noticed that it wasn't very deep, just very long and nasty – looking. It was nothing he couldn't handle. He gently began to clean the wound and suddenly noticed how close to her bare shoulder he had leaned. He softly kissed her shoulder and marvelled at how soft her skin was. He dropped the cloth he had been using and brushed her hair out of his way. Trailing kisses from her shoulder to her neck he thought with some irony that she would probably not be in the mood to make love. He was pleasantly surprised when she leaned into him and arched her neck in order to allow him better access.
"Wait," he breathed. "I… I can't."
"Why not?" she murmured.
"Because," he whispered. "Because you know that your back will pain you."
She turned around and smiled gently.
"Ah, Severus. You have the mind of a lover, but the manners of a gentleman. You want to take me, then take me. I am yours, and you are mine. I will share you with no one, and although I love my husband, I love you more. I've seen things in him that I don't like, and even though there are things in your past I don't like, this bond we have is unbreakable. I love you with all my heart, Severus. Words cannot describe how much I care for you. If only circumstances had not been changed. I would already be the next Lady Snape. Darling, I would move Heaven and Earth to be with you. Ask me to marry you now and I will say yes; but you won't ask me because you know that I'm still married to Jason Quirrell and I cannot yet get out of the marriage. Severus, I ask you to take me. I ask you to help me create the love that I have not had since the last time we lay together. Please. I've missed you. Just love me… Please."
He looked into her deep brown eyes and smiled.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes."
"All right then. Latisha, I have loved you from the moment I first met you. You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. I long to be your husband, but for now I must be content with being your soulmate. I ask that you would open the bond that we have between us so that I can take you like we have never before experienced."
Latisha kissed him with a passion she had never felt before, and he gently guided her to his bed. He lay her down without releasing her mouth and whispered the words, "I love you" before proceeding to take her to new heights…
