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Chastity Vauns and Thomas Vauns. So start reading and don't forget to
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Chastity woke in the morning to find a surprise. Severus Snape was lying upon her warmed stomach. She calmly tried to lift his head and get out from under him but he awoke with the first movements. Quietly he sat up jet black eyes drooped and laden with sleep. He cracked a few bones, and then massaged a sore muscle in the back of his neck as he watched her stand and rummaged through her closet.
Finally she pulled out a deep burgundy red robe, black shirt, pants, and a gold tunic. She smiled at him and went into the room next door to change. Snape took the time to look around the room. It was plainly furnished much like the way he furnished his room. There was the cherry wood four poster bed, which was draped in forest green and pale yellow. The colors didn't suit his style of all black but it matched the gold etched dresser, vanity, and desk. The desk was laid over with piles of papers, books, and writing materials.
Looking at all the papers she had left to grade he realized he had his own small stack back in his rooms. Getting a cramp in his back he stood and shook out his tense muscles. The window to the right was still open and throwing bursts of cold air into the room that was already cold from having it opened all night. Snape walked over to the window and looked outside.
The sky was dark for early morning and a few snow clouds were quietly tumbling over the sky a few miles away. It was going to be a lazy Sunday morning inside. The students would be either staying in their common rooms, heading outside to rough house in the snow, be in the library, or be gathering in the Great Dinning Hall.
He grimaced as he though of all the annoying students and their stupid and wasteful ways. When he was their age he would never have gone outside and played with the snow or spend his time talking to people, or playing silly wizard games. But then again when he was there age he was already part of Voldermort's group and he was too interested in creating potions and staying away from certain people.
He had been content to stay in one of the teacher's rooms and work. There was no need for him to get to know anyone or befriend any persons in the school, for the only people he needed to know were those who were part of Voldermort's group, and at that time there were not very many, and all tried to avoid one another for reasons of their own.
Snape was disrupted from his venerating thoughts as the door Vauns had gone through opened. She was beautifully dressed and it made her eyes stand out even more. But there was something different about her he could not place. She had a different look about her like something had dramatically changed, other than her dead life there was something in her face which screamed I'm different but he could not decipher it. All he could do was stare at her his even breath warming his nose and upper lip.
She smiled and looked down at herself, then raised and eyebrow and looked at him quizzically. "What is the matter do I have something on my face?" She turned and looked into the vanity mirror and knitted her eyebrows as she searched for something out of place. She could see nothing utterly wrong with her complexion other than the inhumanly whiteness that she always wore. She shrugged and looked up to find Severus looming over her.
She backed up against the vanity drawers and looked up into his eyes. He wanted to place a kiss upon each of her eyelid then thoroughly kiss her soft lips but he knew that he could not do that without seriously hurting her. His sharp eyes bore down upon hers and her mind raced with the same thought. Snape could not resist a touch so he leaned and pulled her forward so he could reach the back of her neck. There he placed a soft butterfly kiss. This shocked her but still sent a demurred sense of energy through her body.
As he pulled back she found her hands in his hair and her bared neck rising to meet his lips. So at the base of her chin right bellow the ear he gave her a small suckling kiss which produced a small pink then purplish bruise but overall sent a shiver down her spine and between her legs. She gasped a little and bit her tongue as he pulled back and held her gloved hand between both of his long bony fingered hands.
He wished he could give her everything find what was truly the matter with her and then show her how he felt. He didn't even want to sleep with her he just loved to touch her to praise her body and give her the small fleeting moments when she felt truly alive and human. But he could not so far none of his potions had come up with an answered and it seemed that instead of getting closer to the problem he was getting farther.
But something pulsed at the back of his mind the though he had not dwelled upon earlier. But it seemed to be one of those things that was on the edge of his tongue and he just couldn't get into words. Just like what was different with Chastity he could see it was there it was just not clear what. He was either loosing his memory or getting senile but whatever it was he just could not, for the life of him, decipher what it was.
He sighed and left for breakfast right behind Vauns. He watched her move slightly sway as if on a boat and memorized it. He lover her form and every once and a while he caught sight of the bruises on the back of her neck and behind her ear, for her hair was in loose braids that were pinned in a knot at the back of her head. She turned around a few times to find Snape staring meaningfully at her.
His eyes held a certain kind of glow, which she had never seen before they were quizzical yet memorizing. Something she liked but loathed at the same time. He was questioning something and she knew it and didn't like it, but he was also watching and memorizing that she found she greeted with a brilliant smile and a tiny giggle, which came from the pit of her stomach and sounded like thousands of tiny little bells ringing.
They took their seats and began breakfast and somehow the whole school caught their light and airy manners. The older children were more daring with their crushes, anger seemed very little though the Slytherenth table always produced a dark air but they were not to be counted. The conversations flowed easily and the holiday that was approaching was making everyone's spirits much higher.
At the end of breakfast everyone dispersed and set about doing their own things. Vauns was happy to see Harry Potter talking to the Asian girl name Cho whom was the main assessment of his attention during her classes. Also his favorite student Hermione had agreed to a game of wizards chess with Ron. Many other students were planing for tomorrow and some were even going to be spending some time out in the new snowfall.
Once Snape and Vauns were alone on the last stair case to her rooms she wrapped an arm around his own, ignoring his scowl, and asked, "Do you feel up to a trip tomorrow down to Hogsmead?"
Snape looked down at her and had to smile. She looked so happy and so innocent. He felt the cold pulse of her heart through the gloved hand on his arm, and realized that she was alive and that she was human. His heart seemed to soften a bit though not much as he remembered all her human attributes and his constant wish to remind himself she was a cold pulse, living with the power of the river of the dead.
Her heart beat as the river splashed against the thing barrier of life and though she was not truly alive she was for he had heard it. All night he had listened to her spirit roaring inside her womb waiting in the darkness for the time it would finally take its place and give her the true life she deserved.
He smiled a bit the corners of his mouth not use to the exercise and replied with a simple, "Why not."
With that he produced his papers from his room as she cleared off a spot for him to work and so they began and ended their Sunday afternoon. At night they ate dinner and parted to take baths and do a few personal things, but at the stroke of eleven Vauns was at Snape's bedchamber door. She smiled as he once again kneeled and pulled her close to listen to the rumblings of her stomach, not even bothering to close the door.
After a while he stood up picked her up in his arms, and closed the door with his foot. He lay there for a moment just looking into the abysses of his eyes. He leaned down and on the opposite side of where he had kissed her that very morning he suckled the soft flesh for a few moments and let her body relax into his. And once again they fell asleep hand to head, head to womb, and the only sound in the room was their breaths. And Thomas was not watching for he was foolish enough to pursuing something much less loving.
A/N Okay still Snapish. Sometimes he is cross sometimes he is led by his heart and not his head. So they are in love it is cute and sensual, and there is something he has to figure out. This is just a set up for what is to come. Promise the seventh chapter is not the last of The Relationship. Thanks to all who read don't forget to Review. Fire, Ice, Anything please review!!!
Chastity woke in the morning to find a surprise. Severus Snape was lying upon her warmed stomach. She calmly tried to lift his head and get out from under him but he awoke with the first movements. Quietly he sat up jet black eyes drooped and laden with sleep. He cracked a few bones, and then massaged a sore muscle in the back of his neck as he watched her stand and rummaged through her closet.
Finally she pulled out a deep burgundy red robe, black shirt, pants, and a gold tunic. She smiled at him and went into the room next door to change. Snape took the time to look around the room. It was plainly furnished much like the way he furnished his room. There was the cherry wood four poster bed, which was draped in forest green and pale yellow. The colors didn't suit his style of all black but it matched the gold etched dresser, vanity, and desk. The desk was laid over with piles of papers, books, and writing materials.
Looking at all the papers she had left to grade he realized he had his own small stack back in his rooms. Getting a cramp in his back he stood and shook out his tense muscles. The window to the right was still open and throwing bursts of cold air into the room that was already cold from having it opened all night. Snape walked over to the window and looked outside.
The sky was dark for early morning and a few snow clouds were quietly tumbling over the sky a few miles away. It was going to be a lazy Sunday morning inside. The students would be either staying in their common rooms, heading outside to rough house in the snow, be in the library, or be gathering in the Great Dinning Hall.
He grimaced as he though of all the annoying students and their stupid and wasteful ways. When he was their age he would never have gone outside and played with the snow or spend his time talking to people, or playing silly wizard games. But then again when he was there age he was already part of Voldermort's group and he was too interested in creating potions and staying away from certain people.
He had been content to stay in one of the teacher's rooms and work. There was no need for him to get to know anyone or befriend any persons in the school, for the only people he needed to know were those who were part of Voldermort's group, and at that time there were not very many, and all tried to avoid one another for reasons of their own.
Snape was disrupted from his venerating thoughts as the door Vauns had gone through opened. She was beautifully dressed and it made her eyes stand out even more. But there was something different about her he could not place. She had a different look about her like something had dramatically changed, other than her dead life there was something in her face which screamed I'm different but he could not decipher it. All he could do was stare at her his even breath warming his nose and upper lip.
She smiled and looked down at herself, then raised and eyebrow and looked at him quizzically. "What is the matter do I have something on my face?" She turned and looked into the vanity mirror and knitted her eyebrows as she searched for something out of place. She could see nothing utterly wrong with her complexion other than the inhumanly whiteness that she always wore. She shrugged and looked up to find Severus looming over her.
She backed up against the vanity drawers and looked up into his eyes. He wanted to place a kiss upon each of her eyelid then thoroughly kiss her soft lips but he knew that he could not do that without seriously hurting her. His sharp eyes bore down upon hers and her mind raced with the same thought. Snape could not resist a touch so he leaned and pulled her forward so he could reach the back of her neck. There he placed a soft butterfly kiss. This shocked her but still sent a demurred sense of energy through her body.
As he pulled back she found her hands in his hair and her bared neck rising to meet his lips. So at the base of her chin right bellow the ear he gave her a small suckling kiss which produced a small pink then purplish bruise but overall sent a shiver down her spine and between her legs. She gasped a little and bit her tongue as he pulled back and held her gloved hand between both of his long bony fingered hands.
He wished he could give her everything find what was truly the matter with her and then show her how he felt. He didn't even want to sleep with her he just loved to touch her to praise her body and give her the small fleeting moments when she felt truly alive and human. But he could not so far none of his potions had come up with an answered and it seemed that instead of getting closer to the problem he was getting farther.
But something pulsed at the back of his mind the though he had not dwelled upon earlier. But it seemed to be one of those things that was on the edge of his tongue and he just couldn't get into words. Just like what was different with Chastity he could see it was there it was just not clear what. He was either loosing his memory or getting senile but whatever it was he just could not, for the life of him, decipher what it was.
He sighed and left for breakfast right behind Vauns. He watched her move slightly sway as if on a boat and memorized it. He lover her form and every once and a while he caught sight of the bruises on the back of her neck and behind her ear, for her hair was in loose braids that were pinned in a knot at the back of her head. She turned around a few times to find Snape staring meaningfully at her.
His eyes held a certain kind of glow, which she had never seen before they were quizzical yet memorizing. Something she liked but loathed at the same time. He was questioning something and she knew it and didn't like it, but he was also watching and memorizing that she found she greeted with a brilliant smile and a tiny giggle, which came from the pit of her stomach and sounded like thousands of tiny little bells ringing.
They took their seats and began breakfast and somehow the whole school caught their light and airy manners. The older children were more daring with their crushes, anger seemed very little though the Slytherenth table always produced a dark air but they were not to be counted. The conversations flowed easily and the holiday that was approaching was making everyone's spirits much higher.
At the end of breakfast everyone dispersed and set about doing their own things. Vauns was happy to see Harry Potter talking to the Asian girl name Cho whom was the main assessment of his attention during her classes. Also his favorite student Hermione had agreed to a game of wizards chess with Ron. Many other students were planing for tomorrow and some were even going to be spending some time out in the new snowfall.
Once Snape and Vauns were alone on the last stair case to her rooms she wrapped an arm around his own, ignoring his scowl, and asked, "Do you feel up to a trip tomorrow down to Hogsmead?"
Snape looked down at her and had to smile. She looked so happy and so innocent. He felt the cold pulse of her heart through the gloved hand on his arm, and realized that she was alive and that she was human. His heart seemed to soften a bit though not much as he remembered all her human attributes and his constant wish to remind himself she was a cold pulse, living with the power of the river of the dead.
Her heart beat as the river splashed against the thing barrier of life and though she was not truly alive she was for he had heard it. All night he had listened to her spirit roaring inside her womb waiting in the darkness for the time it would finally take its place and give her the true life she deserved.
He smiled a bit the corners of his mouth not use to the exercise and replied with a simple, "Why not."
With that he produced his papers from his room as she cleared off a spot for him to work and so they began and ended their Sunday afternoon. At night they ate dinner and parted to take baths and do a few personal things, but at the stroke of eleven Vauns was at Snape's bedchamber door. She smiled as he once again kneeled and pulled her close to listen to the rumblings of her stomach, not even bothering to close the door.
After a while he stood up picked her up in his arms, and closed the door with his foot. He lay there for a moment just looking into the abysses of his eyes. He leaned down and on the opposite side of where he had kissed her that very morning he suckled the soft flesh for a few moments and let her body relax into his. And once again they fell asleep hand to head, head to womb, and the only sound in the room was their breaths. And Thomas was not watching for he was foolish enough to pursuing something much less loving.
A/N Okay still Snapish. Sometimes he is cross sometimes he is led by his heart and not his head. So they are in love it is cute and sensual, and there is something he has to figure out. This is just a set up for what is to come. Promise the seventh chapter is not the last of The Relationship. Thanks to all who read don't forget to Review. Fire, Ice, Anything please review!!!