"You are my wife, Alexis. Don't ever leave me again."
Alexis scrambled to her knees and began to kiss his lips. "I never wanted to leave you, Severus." She moved her hands down his back. "You drove me away…"
"That," he said, gently pushing her into the mattress, "will never happen again. Never fear." He leaned into her kiss, running his tongue over her cheek. He closed his eyes, hiding the unshed emotion that could easily be read. For a moment, she thought that he would resume his schooled features and pull away, and her heart twisted. "I love you, Alexis," he whispered, so softly she scarce heard him. His passion showed then, in all its glory. He had opened his eyes.
The strong darkness of his eyes caught her, puling her into their murky depth. Slowly, she moved her hands over his body and down his chest, undoing the many buttons she found there. He dipped his shoulder, giving her the ability to push it away from them and onto the stone floor. He bent his head and brought his lips the base of her neck, moving carefully, so that they only gave pleasure. Making careful movements, he cupped her face, her breast, moving down the side of her body eventually running his hands over her thighs and repositioning them round his waist.
When he moved her into her seductive pose, he pushed his two large, long fingered hands into the opening of her robes. Alexis helped, untying the belt around her waist, tugging hard because his weight held the edge of the tie. Eventually, the maneuvered themselves to absent their clothes, leaving them both on their king-sized bed, remembering the touch of flesh on flesh.
Severus has always been an impressive man when clothed, towering over many with nearly six feet five inches of height. But above that, he was intimidating. His aquiline nose, although crooked, brought out the aristocratic features of an aristocracy long since past. His greasy hair, now reaching his shoulders, showed his dedication in his work of potions. His neck, broad shoulders, and expansive rib cage held a power long since forgotten. He was a god. His body, abused by the Wizzarding World for varying purposes, he was still a man that no woman could deny. His power, when unclothed did not only come from his wonderful body, but also his raging cock. Its long, fat self stood completely erect, ready for a woman's touch, a woman's mouth, a woman's warmth.
Alexis sat up in the bed and pushed herself into his body, kneeled on the edge of the bed. She kissed his lips, his collarbone, and moved downward over his chest. His arms clasped her shoulders and pressed down, gently urging her toward his pulsing manhood. "Please, Alexis!" Her hand closed over his rod, rubbing back and forth slightly rough. "I need your…ah!" Her mouth followed her hand, taking him in her mouth. His head rolled back as she worked her tongue over the velvet shaft. "Merlin's balls! Your mouth is so fucking sweet!"
Alexis worked his shaft, all the while his hands tangled in her hair. She felt it grow, become harder and knew that he was almost ready. She moved her tongue over the purplish-red tip, as if a cat drinking milk. She pushed down, taking him deeply into her throat. He came, crying out her name, hands treating to rip out her hair. After swallowing his seed, she climbed his body, toward his tightly clamped lips.
Without warning, he flipped her onto her back and entered her hot, wet cunt. "That was wonderful," he gasped, pulling out. "But, I think it is time to push," he rammed in, "our relationship forward."
She arched her back, accepting his hard thrusts gracefully. Her hair, catching the moonlight that fell across the bed, gleamed as dark as death, while her skin illuminated translucent.
When they lay spent, nothing covering them but the sweat of pleasure, he held her close to his chest, allowing her head to bury itself in his rib cage.
Finally, Alexis spoke, quietly. "This doesn't fix us, you know."
"I know."
"Where do we go from here, Severus?"
"I don't know."
"Can we make it better, make us better?" She sounded like a child, her voice high. He pulled her closer.
"A lot has happened, maybe too much?"
"Do you want to make us better?"
He was silent, unmoving. Alexis untangled from his grasp and stared down at him.
"Do you love me, Severus?"
"Yes," he sighed, his voice soft and remorseful. "But love isn't always enough."
"But it's a start."
"It's a start," he agreed, pulling her down and into his arms.
Together, for the first time in six years, they slept peacefully.