Engaging

Cherished Circumstances

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . Can't forget Kristie: P Author's note: This is based upon what I have taken from the Harry Potter stories, and is totally in my head. And I seriously believe that Voldemort is either in love with Lily or is her half-brother, so that is in this story. If you are easily offended by vulgar language or sexual content you should not read this fanficiton. Please review.

Lily had seen him at his worst. The thought still plagued Tomas, for he had never really wanted to hurt his baby sister. She had always been an angel in her youth, and she had not changed in growing up. But who did this man think he was? This Potter? Who was he to try to take his sister away from him?

"Tomas…" Kristie's voice said, quiet and calm, a gentle breeze that overcame the rush of emotions in his head. Her voice had held a hint of apprehension, hint of sorrow.

Tomas turned to see her, her head down, her hair falling about her in an almost protective manner, this stance worried him as little else could. He made his way to her side to gently place his hands on her shoulders, "What is it, my love?" he asked.

She looked up at him, though he knew she did not see him, "I'm sorry, Tomas. You don't need this right now. It should have been later. But I can't help it. I'm so sorry, Tomas," she said, silent tears trickling down her face.

He wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace, "You never have to apologize to me again, precious. I love you most no matter what happens, and you will never need my forgiveness for I shall never condemn you in any way." He promised.

She tilted her head back, "Kiss me Tomas, please kiss me." She whispered.

He had no objections. He leaned forward and passionately took her lips with his, his tongue deepening the kiss, his hands tightening behind her, locking her to him.

She moaned a little as his hands pulled the robe from her shoulders.

Together they lowered themselves to the ground, their mouths never leaving each other, their tongues dancing.

He put one knee between her legs to keep his weight off her as he shifted downward, tugging the robe off of her, revealing the beauty of her body for him to see.

He smiled, then groaned as he felt much too tight in the Muggle jeans that he had worn today, he cursed his stupidity and ignored the restriction, focusing all of his attention upon the beauty below him.

He came down to bring one solid peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, making her arc into him, her hands coming up to hold him to her, her breath quick and shallow. He smiled at his ability to take her breath away, and knew that she did the same for him.

He trailed over to suckle her other point that was standing for attention, his hands on her sides, the hard proof of his love for her rubbing into her abdomen.

"Tomas!" she breathed his name as he pushed the rest of her robe away and slid her underwear off, replacing them with one gentle hand. He wanted to be sure that she was ready for him.

And she was.

He took off the offensive denim and tossed them aside, leaning into her.

He entered her smaller body and began to start a rhythm between them, his mouth now at her throat, kissing her, sucking on her neck, her earlobes, nibbling at her lips until she gasped with pleasure and his tongue surged into her, taking her breath away once more.

Her hands were slight as they clawed at his back, urging him to go farther, deeper, harder, faster. They massaged the muscles of his shoulders, of his back. Then they came back to circle his neck once more.

Tomas's speed was increasing, as well as the ferocity of the passionate act.

He took them farther as he pushed into her.

They let go together and floated back down into one another's arms.

He rolled over so that she sat atop him, though he was still inside her.

She was pink faced and out of breath, but she gave a tender smile as he hardened within her tight contracting sheath.

He smiled guiltily, but this is what she did to him. She made him love her so much that he never wanted to stop.

But it was her who brought herself up, so that he was almost out of her, and then let herself back down again.

His head tilted back at the feel of her around him, heating him, pumping him.

This time it was her who took them to the heavens to watch the bright stars shoot across their eyes.

Once more they released together.

She fell limply to his chest with a slight "thump" and merely laid there, her arms around his head, her breath slowing, her firm breasts squashed into his well-lined chest.

His heart stopped as he felt the tears drop onto his chest.

He looked up at his lover, "What is it?" he asked worriedly, his arms coming up to hold her to him when she began to pull away. Neither one really wanted her to go, for he was still, even at the very moment, within her femininity, shaping up to go for the clouds once more.

Her hands clenched into fists, "I am so sorry, Tomas. I know you don't need something like this in the middle of a war but I couldn't help it." She cried quietly.

His hand came up to brush her hair in an attempt to sooth her, "Do not cry, my love. It makes my heart break."

She took a deep breath, "Tomas, you need to know," she said, as if she were building up her courage to tell him that someone dear to him had just died.

"Just tell me baby," he urged, his entire world focused on the woman in his arms at the very moment.

"Tomas, I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened at the news. These were the last words he had expected to hear, for they both knew that Kristie couldn't have children. She was infertile. "What do you mean?" he asked stupidly.

"I mean there's a baby inside of me right now." She said, tears in her voice, sorrow in her eyes.

"Our baby?" Tomas asked.

She thumped his chest with one clenched fist, "Yes our baby!" she said, "You're the only man I've been with," she said, loosening the hand so he could feel the cold metal of her ring on his flesh.

"No, I didn't mean that, baby. It's just…I thought you couldn't have children." He stated simply, truthfully.

"I didn't think so either." She admitted.

His hand trailed up to her slightly swollen abdomen, there was a small mound there, one that he should have noticed before, and he immediately scolded himself for not seeing it earlier. "How long?" he asked.

"Four months," she answered.

He took in a deep breath, four months. But she was small, showing only small implications of a baby. This couldn't be healthy. But a baby in the first place was an answer to their prayers, all they had to do now was keep it safe.

She placed her hand over his as it covered what they had created together. She hadn't told him earlier because she didn't want to jinx herself. She had been told once, by a rather superstitious friend, that it was bad luck to tell anyone until after three months. She closed her eyes, then took a deep breath to continue, "So…are you okay with this?" she asked.

"With what?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.

She thumped his chest again with one hand, "I mean with me being pregnant!"

He smiled, and rolled over, leaning her back onto the grass as he hovered over her.

"I love you for ever, my darling, and I will love our child as well. If you are okay with this, then I am okay. To tell you the truth I am overjoyed." And he was, for he had never thought that he and Kristie could ever have a child of their own. This was the best thing she could have ever given him. It was a part of her mixed with a part of him for them to love forevermore.

She smiled, "I have prayed for a baby for so long, and now we have one. I love you so much Tomas," she said, tears of joy coming from her blue eyes.

Tomas leaned forward and kissed the salty drops, then brought his mouth to hers to share the taste as he surged into her once more.