May 21st, 1981
Florence had been working at the hospital seven days a week for months, so Prof. Smethwyck surprised her by giving her the day off to enjoy her birthday at home.
She was lying on her bed, relaxing, just remembering how great breakfast with her kids and Eileen had been earlier that day – there were cake and presents, and lots of hugs and kisses.
Then Eileen had taken the boys to the daycare centre, allowing Florence to go back to bed and sleep until noon.
"Morning, Mistress Flor," said Tiffany, walking into the room with a tray floating in front of her.
"Good morning. What's that, Tiff?"
"Special lunch, for my Mistress' special day."
Florence walked to the table and smiled, Tiffany had prepared one of her favourite dishes: fish with lemon and capers, a colourful salad, and had also opened one of her father's expensive white wines.
"This is wonderful, Tiff. Thank you," Florence sat at the table to start eating, thinking that that had been a very happy birthday so far.
There was only one thing that could make that day perfect; Florence touched her necklace, thinking that if Severus were there, she wouldn't be enjoying that delicious lunch, she'd probably be still in bed, crying out his name while he made her climax so hard she'd pass out.
Then he'd let her rest a while, only to wake her up to give her a couple more orgasms in the afternoon.
She sipped her wine and sighed sadly, stopping touching the cold gemstone; he wasn't there, so she wouldn't be spending the day being fucked by the man she loved.
After lunch, while she enjoyed a slice of her birthday cake, Florence contemplated what to do with her day off.
Shopping, I might go shopping in the village.
The twins were getting bigger and taller as the weeks went by and there weren't enough transfiguration spells that could fix their clothes. So they needed some new shorts and shirts and sweatshirts and... well, everything for the summer.
She changed her silk nightgown for an ivory half-sleeved sheath dress, put on some heeled sandals and left the house with her wand in her coat pocket.
Florence walked down the main street, looking around Hogsmeade and, as always, feeling lucky to live there. The village was so precious, not even the war seemed to touch that place.
Once in a while they had aurors popping in, looking for death eaters hiding in the Forbidden Forest. But that was all.
She sighed, touching her necklace, thinking of what would happen to her and the kids if the aurors ever found out that the boys were Severus' sons.
He might be working at Hogwarts, but he still had the Dark Mark on his arm and many didn't trust him, even though Dumbledore did.
She took a deep breath, trying to shake off those worrisome thoughts, and walked into Madam Malkin's store.
"My dear, Florence!" exclaimed Susan Malkin, the owner, as soon as she'd walked in. "What can I do for you today?"
"Hi, Susan. I need two of everything for the summer for the boys, size 3T, please. They are growing so fast; I birthed them then blinked and now they're almost three!"
Susan laughed: "I know, right? I saw them with Eileen the other day. They are so cute!"
Florence smiled, "Yes, they are. They are the light of my days."
"And when Sirius picks them up at school, it's so adorable to see the three of them playing in the main square!" said Rose Fortescue, who was also shopping for boys' clothes, "I remember when my Dexter was that age. Now he's eleven and already going to Hogwarts in a few months. Time flies, Florence!"
"It sure does," Florence politely replied, before walking around the store picking up some things for herself, while Susan got the clothes she'd asked for the boys.
After half an hour chatting with Rose and other customers, Florence heard Susan calling her:
"Here it is, Florence! This is the spring and summer collection. Two of each piece of clothing, in size 3T," she pointed to two boxes on the floor by the counter.
"Excellent! And I'll take these as well," Florence put on the counter the three dresses and two silk lace nightgowns she had chosen.
She stood by the cash register waiting for Susan to tell her how much her purchase had come to, when she heard a familiar voice calling her name:
"Florence Delacour! The person I most wanted to see today!"
"Cassiopeia," Florence answered in a dry tone, not even turning around to look at the other woman.
"I'm really glad you're here," continued Rosmerta, "I'd love to hear your opinion about my wedding dress."
That got Florence's attention; she turned around quickly and stared at Rosmerta, who was trying on a beautiful white wedding dress in front of a tall mirror.
"You- you're getting married?" Florence asked, not daring to move, her veela wanting to rip that dress – and Rosmerta's face – to shreds.
"Yes!" exclaimed Rosmerta, "Before the end of the year I'll become Mrs. Severus Snape! Isn't it wonderful?"
Florence was beginning to breathe faster, struggling to keep a lead on her veela; the last thing she needed was her eyes changing colour in the middle of the clothing store.
"Yes... wonderful," she forced herself to say with a smile.
Rosmerta smiled at her and turned back to the mirror, admiring her reflection.
Florence just paid for her items, asked for them to be delivered to her house later, and left the store without looking back.
As soon as she walked into her house, Florence went straight to the kitchen – she needed a drink.
She hardly ever used alcohol to numb her emotional pain but after what she'd just learned, it was a necessity.
Finding the rest of her lunch's wine in the refrigerator, she poured herself a full glass, drinking it as if it were water; a soul-consuming need to cry and scream filling her.
Florence wanted to punch Rosmerta and then Severus and then herself – because she knew she was guilty of what was happening; she had refused to even listen to Severus' proposal several times, saying 'No' everytime he managed to ask, and never giving him a reason why.
I asked him to forget about me! She recalled with a pain in her chest. I even told him to marry Cassiopeia!
Apparently, he was following her advice.
She took another long sip of wine and sobbed, unable to hold the pain inside her chest anymore.
I'd better cry all I have before the boys arrive. She thought, unsure if she would be able to control herself enough not to sob as she looked at their faces – two little copies of the man that was breaking her heart.
Florence took the wine bottle with her to the living room and sat on the sofa, not really paying attention to what was playing on the TV in front of her, just thinking that she should really consider moving away from Hogsmeade.
I know I won't be able to watch them marry and live happily ever after right under my nose...
She'd kill Rosmerta before she ever had the chance to sign her name as Mrs. Snape.
And Severus... she wished she could blame him, but in his eyes Florence had had kids with Sirius, and she refused to marry him, so she was actually guiltier than him that it had come to that.
She grabbed the wine bottle and tilted her head back, drinking the last of it right when a Patronus Phoenix flew into the room: "Important meeting at five. My office. Welcome to stay for dinner."
Florence took a deep breath, realizing that she was probably going to see Severus at that meeting.
What a great day! She thought sarcastically. Then she sent her own Patronus in reply: "I'll be there."
After long minutes, where she contemplated not going to the meeting, she called her house elf: "Tiffany!"
"Yes, Mistress," the elf said, popping in front of her and looking at the empty wine bottle in her hand reproachfully.
"Tiff, when Eileen brings the boys home, tell her I had to go to Hogwarts," she said with a sad sigh, knowing that she had to go, and seeing him would hurt, "Also, can you make me a sandwich?"
The elf nodded, but kept staring silently at her for a moment, clearly angry.
"Yes, Tiff," Florence continued, "I drank because of him! You're right. You have my permission to hate him! But I love him and... he's getting married..." she stopped, feeling that she was about to cry again, so she took a deep breath, controlling her emotions: "I have a meeting to go to."
"Tiffany will bring the sandwich," said the elf, before walking to the kitchen, shaking her head.
Hogwarts
Dumbledore had summoned Florence, Remus, Sirius, Severus and Alastor Moody – now known as Mad-Eye Moody, for he had begun wearing a weird glass-eye since Rosier had taken his real eye out before the auror killed him.
Florence walked out of the fireplace and was wrapped on a warm hug by Remus.
"Happy birthday, my friend!"
"Thank you, Moony," she hugged him back, "How are you?" she asked, "Have you felt better this month?"
"Yes! I am able to actually remember a lot of things from this month's transformation."
Severus walked into the Headmaster's office just in time to see Remus with his hands around Florence's waist, talking to her as if they were intimate.
"How can you remember things, Lupin?" he asked, curious.
"Hi, Severus. Well, Florence has been making some improvements to the Wolfsbane Potion every month and I'm her guinea-wolf," he winked at her, for it wasn't the first time he made that silly joke.
"The main goal is a cure, of course," she said, keeping her eyes on Remus, avoiding looking at Severus.
"But I'm glad to just remember my name for an entire month," Remus said, hugging her again.
And as soon as he had stepped away from her, Florence was once again embraced, by Sirius this time.
"Happy birthday, Flor!"
He tried to kiss her lips, but she turned her head and he kissed her cheek instead. But his hands caressed her waist a little too intimately as he looked at her face.
"Look at you!" his gaze moving down her body, "How do you get sexier every time I see you? I saw you just a few days ago!"
"Thanks, Padfoot," she smiled and pushed him away, making him let go of her.
Florence glanced at Severus, noticing that he looked angry. But she didn't try to understand why; she was too drained emotionally to ponder about his feelings that day.
Severus kept his eyes on her, sensing something wasn't right, Florence seemed sad and uncomfortable.
He frowned, walking close to her.
What is wrong, Florence? He sent her through their bond.
She seemed suddenly startled and quickly closed her mind with occlumency.
"Nothing is wrong," she replied out loud, barely looking at him, wondering if that connection would still work even after he had married Rosmerta. She closed her eyes, trying to stop more tears from falling.
Severus kept staring at her, certain now that something bad had happened, she was pretending to be as fine as usual – and anyone that looked at her would see her beauty, her grace, her sexiness; but he knew her, and it was clear something heart-breaking had happened.
He wondered if something could've happened to her sons, and he felt his chest tightening in worry.
But before he could ask her anything, she walked away from him and stopped beside Remus, who wrapped an arm around her and said something in her ear, then he looked up at Severus and smirked, making him fist his hands in anger and jealousy.
"What happened, Flor?" Remus whispered, wrapping an arm around her, "You look sad."
"He's getting married," she whispered, motioning Severus.
"What?" he frowned, glancing at Severus and smirking, "He doesn't look like a man who's going to marry, he looks jealous."
Florence didn't reply, she had drunk too much wine to keep talking about that, the alcohol unbalancing her emotions. She just looked at Dumbledore who was about to speak.
"Good evening, friends," started the Headmaster, "I called you all here because Severus has given me some very worrisome news," he looked at the man, letting him know he should speak.
"The Dark Lord has been hunting down the Longbottoms and the Potters, as we all know," said Severus, "But in the last week he has doubled his efforts. And Potter was seen out of the safe house three days ago; Bellatrix nearly caught him."
"What?!" exclaimed Florence.
Severus continued: "Frank and Alice haven't been sighted in months, so it's safe to say no one knows where they are."
"We must be vigilant," Dumbledore sounded worried, "Increase the rounds near the Potters, Sirius. And Alastor, you are in charge of the Longbottom's safety."
"Frank and Alice are exactly where they're supposed to be," said Moody, "And they are not setting foot out of the house. Something must be done about James Potter though."
"I agree," nodded Dumbledore, "Sirius, you must talk to James."
"I will try, Headmaster."
"Florence," the headmaster turned to her, "at the hospital, how is everything?"
"Not good. Yesterday, we lost Fabian and Gideon Prewett. I met their sister at the hospital, Molly, married into the Weasley family."
"Yes, we heard. William Weasley is a first-year here," said Severus, "We sent him home this morning."
"Molly is actually still at the hospital," Florence added.
"Why?" asked Remus.
"She's seven months pregnant, and it's her first baby girl. The deaths of her brothers – and niece, for Fabian was a bearer and was expecting a little girl himself too – really hit her hard. She'll stay there until Monday as a precaution."
"And the news only get worse," whispered Dumbledore, "An innocent baby-girl," he shook his head, clearly saddened by what happened.
"Do you know who killed the Prewetts, Snape?" asked Moody.
"Not yet. But I'll find out at the next meeting."
Florence looked at him, knowing that he meant 'at the next Death Eater meeting'. And she tried not to remember seeing him unconscious on her doorstep; the reality of him risking his life every day leaving her a little lightheaded.
After the meeting was over, Mad-Eye left, not interested in staying for dinner at the Castle, and Florence stood by the fireplace talking to Remus and Sirius.
Severus walked to Dumbledore, his eyes never leaving her, hating the way Remus stood close to her.
"Is everything alright, Severus?" asked Dumbledore, noticing the way the man looked at Florence.
"I don't know, headmaster."
"She does seem sad," he frowned and then called her: "Florence!"
She turned and walked towards them.
"I could wish you a happy birthday," said Dumbledore, "But you don't look like someone who's had a happy day, dear. Has something happened to the boys?"
"No, they're fine. I'm fine too. Just worried with everything that's going on," Florence lied than looked at Severus, "By the way, congratulations on your wedding, Severus."
He frowned, "What are you talking about, Florence?"
"I met Cassiopeia this afternoon and saw her trying on her dress," she glanced at Dumbledore, who frowned at her too, "She said you'll be married before the winter."
"What?" he whispered angrily, suddenly realizing why she looked heartbroken.
"Well, that's what she told me," Florence forced a smile, not wanting to talk about that anymore, "So... congratulations," she repeated, quickly averting her eyes.
Severus took a step closer to her and stopped: "Is that wine I smell? Were you drinking in the afternoon?"
"I- no," she denied, "Of course not! It's probably from lunch. I did have some wine then."
He arched an eyebrow at her. It was clear she had been drinking after meeting Rosmerta. Severus couldn't say he wasn't happy to see her so distraught at the news of him marrying someone, but he wouldn't let her suffer for something that wasn't true.
He closed the gap between them, ignoring everyone else in the room, and wrapped an arm around her waist, putting his other hand on her neck pushing her chin up to look into her eyes.
"You listen to me, Florence," his voice low and velvety, "there's no wedding, I'm not getting married. I've only ever proposed to one woman in my life, and we both know who she is," he touched her bottom lip with his thumb.
She looked up at him with surprise and relief in her emerald eyes. Her veela relaxing in her mind and slowly infusing her body with heat.
He tightened his grip around her waist, still holding her chin up, and she knew what he was going to do.
We have an audience, Severus. She said through their bond.
I don't fucking care. I can hear your veela whimpering, I can feel your body getting warmer. And your eyes are changing colour.
He lowered his mouth onto hers and she parted her lips eagerly, his tongue invading her mouth, immediately circling hers in a possessive kiss.
Her hands relaxed on his shoulders and she caressed his chest, gripped his arms, as he kissed her for long minutes; his arm around her waist holding her body tightly against his, making her swoon.
Florence needed to feel him like that; after hours of emotional distress, his kisses and touches were a healing balm to her heart.
"Holy shit," whispered Sirius, "That's fucking hot, look at how she freaking melts against him! The way she fucking rubs on him! Moaning just because of his touches and kisses..."
"Yeah," Remus couldn't take his eyes away from the kissing couple either, "Makes me wish he'd just fuck her on the table."
Sirius licked his lips and grimaced, "I'm not sure if I'd like to see that or not..." he let out a low distressed growl, jealousy eating him up inside, "She's never reacted that way with me – and I fucking tried. Damn it! Lucky Snivellus. She must be a dream to fuck," he finished in an angry whisper.
Florence was drunk on Severus's kisses, her whole body burning in need for more of him. She wished he'd throw her on that desk and just fuck her, she was past the point of caring if anyone watched.
But she knew they had to stop.
He wasn't marrying Rosmerta, but that didn't mean she could just put on a wedding dress and marry him herself.
"Why not?" he whispered over her lips, breathing fast, having heard that last part of her thoughts.
But Florence just shook her head, putting up her mental barriers again, touching her forehead to his chest, filling her lungs with his scent.
He wasn't getting married, but all her secrets and problems still existed, the danger of being with him was as real as ever.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, making Florence take a step away from Severus.
"I'm sorry, Headmaster," she whispered, blushing.
"Don't worry about it, dear. Now, how about we go to the Great Hall?"
Florence just nodded and followed Dumbledore out of his office.
After Florence left with Dumbledore, Severus looked at the two men still in the office; Remus smiled at him, his eyes showing less of their usual kindness and more malice, but Sirius looked angry and jealous.
However, Severus was too furious to gloat, he just wanted to go after Florence, carry her to his quarters and tie her to his bed.
But he had a problem to solve first.
He walked to Dumbledore's fireplace and called for the Three Broomsticks.
Three Broomsticks
Rosmerta was working behind the counter when she saw Severus walk out of the pub's fireplace.
"Hi, Sev," she greeted him, smiling, "I wasn't expecting y-"
"We need to talk. Now!" he managed to sound less angry than he felt, for he didn't want to make a scene in the pub.
"Ok. Let's go upstairs to my bedroom, then," she suggested, looking at him with desire.
"No. I'd rather have this conversation in your father's office."
"Ok," she said, frowning.
Then she walked into the office, Severus following her.
He slammed the door shut as soon as they were in and cast: "Muffliato," before he turned to look at her, "Marriage, Cassie? Is that what you've been telling people in the village?"
She scoffed, immediately knowing what he was talking about: "So that's what this is about," she rolled her eyes, "I was just pushing Delacour's buttons. I saw her walking into Madam Malkin's and I just wanted to mess with her."
She walked towards to him and ran her hands down his chest, making him shiver in anger and disgust.
"How many times," he spoke in a low, dangerous voice, "do I have to tell you that I've only turned what we had into a formal relationship so that your stupid father would stop bothering me?" he held her wrists, preventing her from touching him again. "We're not getting married. I've never promised you anything! We fuck, that's it."
Rosmerta's eyes sparkled in anger: "You mean to say we used to fuck, for it's been a month since we last did it!"
Then she tried to touch him again, but he stopped her once more.
And she sighed in irritation, "When will you realise that I'm the right woman for you, Sev?"
"The only reason I fuck you is because I can't have her and you know it!" he said, "I've never lied to you, Cassie, I don't love you. I never said I did."
That had her moving away from him and shouting in fury: "Yes! I know all that! You love her! You want her! You even say her damn name in your sleep!" she picked up a heavy flower vase from her father's desk and threw at him.
Severus used magic to stop it from hitting his head, "I already have enough problems! I don't need you going around getting me some more!"
"I was just messing with her!" she shouted.
"I don't care! Like you said: we haven't fucked in a while. So this is as good as over."
"What?" Rosmerta froze, looking at him with shock in her eyes.
"This stupid fake engagement ends now," and with a flick of his wand the ring on her right hand disappeared.
"No, Sev, I'm sorry, it was just a prank, please!" she sounded desperate, "I love you!"
"Enough, Cassie! You only love the fact that marrying me would be a way out of spending the rest of your life behind the counter in your father's pub!"
She crossed her arms and didn't even try to tell him he was wrong, "I can't deny that. But also the sex is a very good reason. Most guys don't last an hour, and you can fuck for a whole afternoon," she eyed him hungrily.
Severus just stared at her, pondering if he should tell her why it took him that long to cum, but he decided against it, just turning around and leaving the office, going back to Hogwarts.
Great Hall
Florence sat at the high table, beside Dumbledore; the feast had already begun, but the chair to her left remained empty.
"He went to the Three Broomsticks after the meeting," said Remus, sitting a chair away from her.
Florence looked suddenly hurt, her hand going to her necklace, "Did he tell you why?"
Remus just shook his head.
She closed her eyes; he might not be marrying Rosmerta, but he could still fuck her.
She sighed, letting her hand down from the jade, before getting up.
Florence walked down the stairs towards the dungeons, firm on her resolve.
She had decided to go into Severus' quarters, while he was not there, and leave the necklace for him to find – she couldn't keep it anymore, not when she knew he could easily leave to go fuck someone else after kissing her senseless.
She managed to open his living room door and walked in, inhaling deeply after she closed the door behind her – the whole place smelled like him, making her need for him come back with a vengeance.
She reminded herself why she had gone there and walked to the armchair in front of the fireplace; that was probably where he rested after a long day of classes or a death eater meeting.
She touched it lovingly, before moving her hands behind her neck to pull the clasp of the necklace to the front to removed it by magic.
That was when she heard: "Florence?"
The sound of his voice made her jump in surprise and lower her arms from behind her neck.
"Severus... what are you doing here? I thought you'd be gone."
He walked towards her and she noticed he was wearing nothing but a white towel around his hips.
She licked her lips, feeling the dungeons suddenly too warm.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, ignoring her question.
"I- I'm just here to give this back to you," she said, touching the necklace and thinking that at least he'd showered after fucking Rosmerta.
Severus frowned, sensing her trail of thought, "I haven't fucked anyone. Unless you consider my hand a rival, then we might have a problem," he said, taking a step closer to her, touching her necklace, "And this should never leave your neck."
"Remus said you left to go to the pub," she said, looking down at his wet and naked chest, her body getting warmer, her veela whimpering in desire inside her mind.
"And I did. To end things with Cassie," he said, resting a hand on her waist and the other on her face.
"Oh," Florence whispered, surprised, "I have to say I wasn't expecting that...", then she just felt like she had to ask: "Why were you dating her?" she whispered, "My house is just a couple more blocks away from hers."
"It's hard to explain," Severus sighed, "When you were pregnant and dating Black, I started dating her. Then, after your kids were born, I began running after you, and I proposed to you many many times, as you know... but all I heard was 'No'. So I never saw a reason to break up with Cassie. She was always around, always willing to fuck."
"So you were using her?" she frowned, reminding herself that she shouldn't judge him, for she had done the same to Sirius.
"Yes, I was – and she knew. I never told her I loved her. I never promised to marry her. Cassie was just-"
"Stop saying her name," she ordered with a glare
He laughed, pulling her chin up, rubbing his lips on hers, "Why do you run from me, Flor? If I don't have you backed up in a corner or behind a locked door, you always find a way to run," he dipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her sensually.
Florence moaned low, holding onto his shoulders and rubbing against his body.
He kissed down her neck, "Marry me, love."
She whimpered, feeling tears flooding her eyes, "I can't. Please, stop proposing..."
"So tell me why, Florence," he looked into her eyes, "And don't come up with the excuse about your kids, tell me the truth."
She gulped, knowing she couldn't answer that, so she fisted a hand in his hair and kissed him desperately, caressing down his chest.
He tugged on her hair, making her look at him.
"Florence-"
"I love you," she interrupted him, kissing his neck, pulling his face down for another kiss. "I love you so much it hurts. But I can't-"
Severus wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, "You're mine. Marry me."
"I am... but I can't."
He bit her neck in protest, pressing his towel-covered hard cock against her.
"Florence, you know you're not leaving this room without spending at least an hour screaming under me, with my dick buried deep inside your cunt, don't you?" he held her face tilted up, pressing his thumb between her lips, making her suck it.
"Yes, I know," she moaned when he removed his thumb from her mouth.
"I'll fuck you until you can't walk out that door," he pulled one of her legs up, going under her dress to caress her ass.
She whimpered needily, "Yes, yes, please, fuck me."
He hoisted her up, making her wrap her legs around him, his towel falling onto the floor, then he walked her to his bedroom, dropping her onto his bed and lying down on top of her, between her legs, opening the buttons of her dress and kissing every part of skin that was being revealed.
Severus took a moment to admire the beautiful green gemstone between her collarbones before moving downwards, opening the buttons over her breasts, her bellybutton and, finally, her hips.
He touched his nose to her pussy over her knickers, whispering: "This fucking delicious smell," as his hands finished opening her buttons.
Florence quickly took the parted dress off of her body, being pressed against the mattress on her back as soon as she had thrown it onto the floor.
"That's how you'll spend the next hour, at least," Severus said, running his hands up her body, "On your back, under me," he pulled her bra to the side, covering her right nipple with his mouth, making her arch on the bed – he took that moment to unhook her bra, pulling it off of her, and sucking on her other breast.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Florence?" he growled against her neck, smelling her skin, "Kissing you is enough to make me burn. Some days, I've had to fuck other women after just dreaming of you, because I couldn't function with my cock this hard for you."
She fisted a hand in his hair and tugged, a strange gust of wind rushing through the bedroom, "How dare you talk about fucking other women?" she shouted, her veela was furious, causing a whirlwind inside the room.
Severus didn't reply right away, he just ripped her knickers off of her and thrust his cock into her, going balls deep in one move of his hips.
Florence threw her head back and gasped at his sudden invasion, the whirlwind ceasing at once, letting him know he had her under control again.
"Today, after kissing you," he groaned in her ear, putting his whole body over hers, pinning her to the bed under him, "I had to use my hand twice and still... it wasn't nearly enough as you can feel," he grinded his hips against her pelvis, watching her lips part in a delicious 'O' at the feeling of his cock buried so deep inside of her.
She fisted both hands in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss, and he started to move.
"I don't wanna hear you talking about doing to other women what you do to me," she said between breaths and moans, still angry.
He chuckled, "Do you think I do to others what I do to you?" he held her chin, making her look at him, "No other woman gets me this hard, love," he thrust deep into her, watching her eyes close at the pleasure, "I've never filled any other woman with cum. Only this cunt."
She clenched her inner muscles around him and he groaned, "This fucking delicious cunt. Gripping me tight," he kissed her lips, his hand still holding her face.
She was reduced to moans and whimpers, his next in stroke pressing hard against her g-spot while his teeth were on her neck and she was feeling her orgasm so close, her veela moaning like a cat in heat.
"I can hear her," he growled, moving deep and hard, "Fucking begging me to make you mine," he sucked on one nipple, feeling how hot her skin was, her vanilla scent intoxicating him, increasing his need to fuck her senseless.
He took her lips again, one hand on her neck and the other in her hair, moving deeper and harder inside her.
Florence grabbed his arse with both hands, feeling his muscles move at every deep thrust.
She whimpered in his mouth, arching against him, his hard thrusts making her weak.
"Fucking look at you," he groaned, seeing her messy hair, her lips swollen from his kisses, her skin flushed pink, covered in sweat, her legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer, "Look at me, Florence."
And she opened her light-green eyes, staring at him in complete pleasure. Then he thrust his cock harder inside her, repeatedly, keeping it deep, making her moan louder, beginning a punishing rhythm.
And soon she was cumming again, getting wetter and squeezing him harder and he knew he was minutes away from his own climax.
"Fuck," he growled, "You want cum? I'll fill you up with cum," he held her face tighter, whispering in her ear, wanting her to climax again, with him, "Take that. All that thick cock pounding your cunt, making you tremble, forcing her up to get her filled with cum."
Florence was digging her nails on his arsecheeks, moaning, "Yes. Oh, please. Yes! Fill me up, Sev. I need you filling me up with cum!"
As she was tightening around his dick once more, too hot, too wet, too tight as she climaxed under him. He let himself go, her moans and mewls in his ears, both his hands holding her hips in place as he unloaded his seed inside her body, resting his head between her breasts.
Florence felt his cum painting her walls and she climaxed long and hard, her body sucking all the seed from him, needing it deep into her womb.
She touched his hair, wishing she could live in that moment of pure bliss with him forever.
After a while, Severus lifted his head and kissed her lips, slow, lovingly, letting his softening dick slip out of her body, "Marry me, love," he whispered.
Those two little words crushing her heart, as always, "No," she kissed him again, "I can't."
He closed his eyes, already expecting that answer, "Will you let me know why one day?"
She looked into his eyes and nodded, "One day," and she kissed him again, before closing her eyes and letting sleep claim her.
Severus just watched her sleep for a while; when he had proposed to her after sex, her beautiful eyes had filled with pain and he was able to glimpse into her mind for a moment.
Whatever her reason was to not marry him, it had something to do with the war – that he had seen clearly – and ice cream; for some reason he had got a sight of Fortescue's ice cream shop as well.
Hours later, Florence woke up in a dark and unfamiliar room, feeling a heavy weight on her waist. She moved her head to see what it was and smiled.
Severus.
She sighed, remembering all that had happened the night before. She turned around and touched his face, rubbing her nose to his, touching her body to his.
"Menta spiritus," she whispered before kissing his lips, sucking on his bottom lip every few kisses.
He stirred, wrapping his arms around her and deepening the kiss for a moment, pulling her on top of him.
"Good morning, love," he whispered, touching his hands down her body, grabbing her arse, "If only I could wake up like this everyday..."
"I know..." she said, closing her eyes and kissing down his neck before laying her head on his chest.
Severus caressed her hair, smelling her sweet vanilla scent. Suddenly, he remembered: "I didn't wish you a happy birthday yesterday."
"But you gave me a very good one," Florence smiled.
He smiled back and glanced at the clock on his bedside table, groaning: "I hate to say it, but I have to go or I'll be late for my classes."
Florence sat up, looking at the clock as well, "And I am already late to go to the hospital."
She kissed him once more and got out of bed, looking for her clothes.
"Why do you always have to do this?" she asked, picking up her torn knickers from the floor.
Severus walked close to her, already with his pants on, "You should stop wearing them, then I won't ruin any more pairs," he said, kissing her.
"Alright," she shrugged, pretending not to care, "So starting today, I'll go to work with no knickers!"
He pulled her naked body closer to his half-dressed one, saying: "The hell you are!"
Then he took the lace underwear from her hands and fixed it with a spell, giving it back to her.
They finished getting dressed and she walked to his fireplace, "Is it connected to the Floo Network?"
"Yes," he was right behind her.
She turned to look at him and they just stared at each other for a moment, both sad to realise that their special night had reached its end; then he lowered his head touching their lips together with their eyes open.
"One day?" Severus whispered.
Florence nodded, "One day," and walked into the fireplace to go to work.