Severus felt the room spin, a deep seeded feeling of doom accompanied his racing thoughts. He wanted to kill Narcissa for this. He had informed them to not reveal his past. He felt betrayed and he didn't forgive betrayal easily. Was Lucius a part of this? Did he keep Severus delayed intentionally to allow Cissa to poison his witch against him?
Severus tried to slow his breathing, closed his eyes and tried to reason through his thoughts. Lucius was his brother, he trusted him with almost every aspect of his life. He knew there was no way Lucius would ruin something good in his life. Narcissa seemed to care for him as well. She always took good care of him as he grew up, helping him to feel welcomed among the Pure Blood Elites, not to mention her determination to make him feel wanted and desired when he shared their bed.
He slowly opened his eyes, having calmed down. The Malffoy's did not betray him purposefully. Narcissa likely was trying to seduce his witch; she had taken a personal affront to the fact that Severus hadn't participated in any of their recent events. Olivia stood by the Pensieve stoically, her body language was closed off and passive, but, thankfully, not overly fearful. If anything, she seemed confused…perhaps hurt.
"Narcissa, my dear. Come. We should allow them some privacy." Lucius spoke softly, but Severus didn't miss the way his lips formed a tight line. He was obviously irritated with his wife's little show.
As the Malfoy's left, a deafening silence ensued. Olivia had remained in her demure position, staring intently at the ground. Severus felt a pang in his chest. His witch was a strong woman and he didn't enjoy this… brokenness. Knowing he caused it made it even worse. His mind was racing, forcing him to relive the few months he's had with her. The tension between them had been a welcomed distraction. He loved their little cat and mouse game. Then when they finally kissed, he felt as if he had finally found something he didn't know was missing. She had quickly broken down all his barriers - Severus Snape did not dance, and yet he complied in front of students and coworkers alike before he finally took her for the first time. Slowly, gently. Until he fucked that up too. He didn't deserve her. Perhaps it was best that things ended now, before either of them said something they might regret. He wanted to protect his heart.
"I'm so sorry, Seveus."
Snape snapped his head up, piercing Olivia with his black eyes. She had whispered so quietly, so brokenly, that he almost missed her words. He stood there, looking at her tear-filled eyes, unable to respond. Only when she returned her gaze to the floor did he find his voice.
"Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?"
"I-I didn't mean to pry into your life. Narcissa…she brought me here. I honestly didn't think you'd be upset that I knew." She kept her eyes downward.
"Wouldn't be upset?" he gasped. How could I not be bloody upset? And why isnt she more upset?
"Yes. I mean… you had already hinted as much. And with Lucius' letter…" she trailed off. After a minute, she continued. "I don't care that you're bisexual Severus. It doesn't bother me. Provided, of course, you don't continue any…previous…relationships." Olivia finally looked up into the stunned face of her wizard.
Severus let out a soft sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He gave himself a few moments to gather his thoughts before walking over to her, slowly. Reaching out a hand, pleased when she immediately grabbed it, he pulled her against his chest. He held her against himself, allowing his breathing to even out with hers. He kissed the top of her head before stepping back to look her in the eye. "Come, Olivia. We need to talk." Looking around the playroom he shook his head in exasperation. "Not here."
Severus held her hand as he guided her towards his room. Olivia gasped as she took a look around the grande room. It was absolutely gorgeous. Easily, she calculated it to be double the size of his bedchambers in the castle. A monstrous bed took up the majority of the room, with an exquisite chevron rug positioned neatly underneath. She breathed in the heady aroma of the, evidently, real, leather headboard. The sheets were as black as the bed itself, and looked to be quite soft. A warm blanket was thrown at an odd angle, but purposeful. The rest of the decor was dark wood, allowing for a very masculine looking room.
Severus unbuttoned and removed his frock, hanging it in the wardrobe with an instinctive flare that led Olivia to believe he had been in this room before. He strode over to the bed, sitting on the edge tentatively as he gestured for her to join him while he loosened his cravat and took his hair down. He felt claustrophobic and overheated. Severus sighed, feeling more comfortable once he could again hide behind his curtain of black hair.
A chill came over her body, she couldn't wait to break in this guest room. She assumed he just needed to explain his…sexual appetites, perhaps explain whatever history he had with their hosts. Why was he so nervous? Surely, he remembered he had already discussed this with her? Or at least strongly alluded to it. In a way, she found it endearing. It certainly wasn't something that would turn her away.
Clearing his voice, Snape started the hardest conversation of his life. "Olivia," she looked up at him, shifting to face him on the bed so she didn't have to crane her neck. "There are…aspects of my life that you do not know. Aspects, that frankly, I would prefer you to have never discovered."
Olivia frowned, nodding slightly for him to continue. "I believe there has been a miscommunication as to why I reacted the way I did. I am…aware… that you accept any previous… partners…that I may have had." Severus grit his teeth, uncomfortable and tempted to just obliviate the witch to avoid this whole bloody topic.
"However, what I wish to discuss is more dubious. A topic you seem to not have any previous knowledge of, or you would not be near me at the present time."
"Severus? You're scaring me."
"Tell me, Miss Wright. What do you know of the Wizarding War in Great Britain?"
Olivia wanted to cry at the return of his more formal frame of speech. She was starting to realize it was a habit Severus had of separating himself emotionally from a situation. Deciding to move on for now, her brow furrowed as she concentrated. She knew the name had sounded vaguely familiar, but couldn't quite place it. "I…" she shrugged, relenting to the fact that she was obviously missing some large detail. "I guess it sounds familiar, but… I'm not really sure, Severus. I grew up in America, no-maj America at that… I'm embarrassed to say I didn't really learn a whole lot of magical history until school, and then that was focused on the French Wizarding World."
Severus relaxed a little. It seems, she really didn't know. He pondered how to best go about this. He knew he couldn't say much, the Manor had eyes and ears all over the place, not to mention the location of his bedroom they were currently occupying. Part of him wanted to brush it under the table, she could be kept blissfully unaware.
Then again…
The truth usually found its way out. Better to come from him. With a sigh, he started his history lesson. "A war started in 1970, when a dark wizard rose to power. His name is taboo…forbidden to speak of; instead, he was to be called the Dark Lord.
"He was a pure-blood supremacist and easily gathered followers. There were extreme acts of… cleansing that occurred. Oftentimes, it was homeless muggles, ones that wouldn't be missed. The Dark Lord wished to reanimate them, creating an army of inferi to assist with his mission. As his power grew, the more fearful muggles and…" he swallowed deeply. He had vowed to never utter that horrible name again in his life. Even with the portraits of the Malfoy Family listening, he still refused the reference. "...muggle borns became. The support grew, many creatures joined his ranks as well as witches and wizards that were willing to support him.
"The highest of his rank were known as Death Eaters. They were given the great honor of receiving their Dark Mark , the 'tattoo' I believe you called it. It allowed the Dark Lord to summon his most loyal, strongest members to him at any time. Those few that gained their ranks within the inner circle would go through a sort of…initiation. Following that, their loyalties were determined and they were branded." Severus paused, looking down at his left forearm, rubbing it gently.
Olivia had remained quiet. She could see it was physically painful to talk about. She was starting to understand why - it was physically painful for her as well. Her lunch was threatening to reappear all over the beautiful rug. It sounded horrific, this 'Dark Lord' targeted non-maj families? What about half bloods such as herself? Did Severus actually help kill people like herself and her mother? The Severus Snape she knew and cared for, didn't seem like the type to target and…and murder . How could he even have feelings for her if he believed in such philosophies.
Perhaps he doesn't have feelings for you.
She was shaken from her thoughts when she noticed him rubbing his arm. Reaching over, she grabbed his left hand, stroking it lightly as his eyes snapped up to hers. She gasped at the emotion behind them. His eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them, almost hypnotic. She could feel the angst and hurt behind them. She knew there was more to come, but needed him to know she was still with him…or she was trying to be. Her mind and body were screaming at her to run. But her heart, it seemed, had another plan.
Bravely, the witch removed the cufflink of this shirt, slowly rolling back his sleeve, giving him every opportunity to stop her. He stiffened, squeezing her hand and attempting to pull away. He reminded her of a wild horse, fearful of being broken, untrusting and skittish.
Her étalon noir.
"It's okay, Severus," she continued rubbing his palm as she calmed his racing heart. "Shhh, it's ok. I'm here. I'm listening." His eyes had closed as he listened to her soothe him. Once he felt his forearm fully exposed, he flinched, closing himself off and occluding, waiting for the disgust to show on her face. The witch simply ran her fingers over it, ghosting over the wretched skull.
"It was darker in the portrait," she noted.
Severus nodded slowly. "Yes. After the fall of the Dark Lord, the Mark had faded, almost like a scar. Recently, it started to darken, almost daily I would wager."
"What happened to the… the Dark Lord? And why is it darkening now?" She inched closer to her Wizard, attempting to present a united front and give him some sense of protection. He looked terrified.
"As I said, the numbers were growing. There was a small gathering of rebels but they were no match for the Dark Lord's army. A prophecy was made, and overheard by the end of the decade. It stated that the Dark Lord would fall. A Death Eater had overheard this, and reported immediately to him, wishing to protect his Master. The Dark Lord had done everything in his power to stop the prophecy from coming true. Unfortunately, as is known to happen with prophecies, in the wake of preventing it, he had actually caused it. The Dark Lord fell on Halloween, 1981. The Marks burned, one last time. It was…excruciating. There were trials for known supporters, most were kept anonymous and able to hide amongst society. The Mark is not something one would willingly show an outsider, it would mean almost certain death."
Olivia continued to stare at the snake, boldly displayed on an otherwise porcelain arm. Olivia had been so distracted with Severus that she failed to make note of Narcissa. Perhaps she was offering a friendship? This seemed to be a big risk for her to take. Why gamble with Olivia's reaction by showing her this? Perhaps it was a test, to see if Olivia was good enough for her friend?
Severus started to squirm, the silence had returned and he found himself tempted to look inside her mind. He needed to know what she was thinking, to prepare himself for her departure from his life.
"I always thought it was the scars," she murmured. Severus looked at her inquisitively, causing a small smile to spread across her lips. Shrugging, she continued, "why you never undressed with me. I thought it was your scars. I felt them that first night. I never wanted to ask, it seemed like a sensitive subject."
Severus scoffed. "Indeed. Those, unfortunately, are the blessed reminders of my enchanting childhood."
"Someone hurt you as a child?" Olivia covered her mouth with her one hand as the other went to cover her heart. She looked as if she would cry. Who could hurt this child?
"Many did, Olivia. My father was the worst. Followed very closely by a quartet of tormentors during my education. Lucius was actually the first to make me feel welcomed."
Severus rolled his eyes, noting the expression of the witch's face. She clearly was trying to hold back many questions. He knew he should grant her some liberties, especially if he wanted her to stay. "Go on," he offered. "Ask your questions."
"C-could I see them, Severus?"
"Do you pity me, witch?" He was hurt. Why would she want to see him in such a state?
"Not pity, Severus. Never pity. I just…for my own peace of mind, need to know you are healed, that you are ok."
He would never heal. He would never be ok. But, perhaps he could try… for her.
Severus flicked his wand at the door, warding it from entry. He knew silencing charms would never work inside these walls, but he was always able to lock his personal room. He slowly released the buttons, revealing small amounts of his body at once. She schooled her features, trying to not become aroused at finally seeing the wizard, as well as feeling determined to not show the proud man an ounce of pity. Olivia reached to his other sleeve, removing the cufflink and helping him slide his shirt off the rest of the way. He stood, spreading his arms wide and turning in a circle, as if on display. Snape hid behind his hair, although he knew his blush could still be seen traveling across his chest and up his neck. If there was one thing Severus Snape loathed more than anything in the world, it was being vulnerable.
Olivia stifled a gasp. His back was worse than she imagined, and there were a few on his arms and torso as well. "Talk to me, Severus. Help me understand."
"My father was the worst sort of Muggle. Drunk. Abusive. Jealous. He hated my mere existence and often took it out on me. Usually a belt. Sometimes his fists. If I was lucky, a quick burn of his cigarette," Severus ran a finger over his deltoid, showing a perfectly circular scar. "The belt scared the most, when he used the buckle."
"Some of these look magical, Severus," she reached up, caressing two long scars across his back.
"Those are from my tormentors. Curses I endured for my mere existence. I won't speak any more on that," he said darkly.
"What about…those?" Olivia caressed the three small scars on his abdomen that she had noted earlier. Severus looked down and shrugged.
"Werewolf," he responded simply.
"Werewolf? Where the hell did you come across a werewolf?"
"Last year. The Headmaster thought it wise to employ one. He didn't take his potion and transformed one night. That night is one of the many reasons why Potter and his idiot partners are the bane of my existence."
"What did Potter have to do with it?"
"He stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Naturally, he, Granger, and Weasley found themselves at risk of becoming a meal. I had no choice but to place myself in front of them."
"You… you put yourself between a werewolf and the children? Severus! That's so–"
"Idiotic?"
"I was going to say brave, you wretched man," she teased. Olivia swore she might have seen a smirk from him but wasn't entirely sure. She watched as he put his shirt back on, unable to prevent the disappointment at not being able to touch him. As much as she craved the warmth of his embrace, she knew there was more to discuss.
"Why join at all, Severus?"
He was at her side in an instant, one long finger placed across her lips, silencing her. "Not here," he whispered. He quickly dressed as he continued. "Would you care for a walk around the grounds? Lucius always keeps his property under a permanent heating charm, lest those ruddy peacocks get cold."
He offered his arm, which the witch took before he un-warded the door and stepped through. "We can continue our conversation outside," he murmured, heading towards the front door. He had more he needed to share.
XOX
Olivia was glad Severus had been correct about the grounds being warm, she had forgotten to grab her cloak and her dress was quite sheer. A slight breeze ran over them, bringing forth silvered ripples across the smooth water of the pond they were also brought the soothing sound of leaves rustling in the trees. Olivia couldn't help but rub her arms, curling into herself, seeking out some sort of comfort. Severus removed his black coat, draping it over her shoulders in a similar gesture to the one that first brought them together all those weeks ago. She smiled at him, softly, but her eyes twinkled. Severus thought that was a good sign.
They walked in companionable silence until they got a fair distance from the house. A flash of white drew her attention, a small smile crossed her face as she watched an albino peacock dance for his mate. Severus quickly cast a silencing charm as he turned to grab Olivia's hands, looking into her eyes, pleading for her to listen to his explanation.
"I must apologize, Olivia," he brought her hand to his lips to kiss in a rather gentlemanly manner. "The Manor has eyes and ears everywhere. It is warded against silencing charms and the portraits are never to be trusted. Out here, however," he gestured to the acres of property, "we are rather safe. I cannot conceal us, but our conversation will remain private."
Olivia nodded her head in understanding. "Alright, then. What is it I really need to know?"
Severus bristled at her short reply, dropping her hands and pacing. Truthfully, he couldn't really blame her for her hesitation at the moment. Severus wondered aloud, "If I tell you about the darkness inside of me, would you still look at me as if I'm the sun?" He let out a hollow laugh, sad and foreboding.
Olivia's heart broke. She wanted to love him, if only he'd let her.
"There are…things, aspects of my life which will haunt me until I am no longer of this world, Olivia. Things I can not bring myself to say. I will, however, inform you that although I have an…unique… bond with Lucius and Narcissa, I cannot trust them with the information I am to tell you. You must fully understand, it is my life at risk should anyone discover this. Are you willing to keep this secret? I must be sure before I reveal anything."
The witch shivered at his tone; so cold, distant, and desperate to understand, she nodded her head.
Severus was trying to prepare himself. He was absolutely furious with Narcissa for showing that damned portrait. Why the fuck did he have to discuss this here? Now? He was finally in a good place in his life, and now it was to be shattered. But what more could he expect? He didn't deserve happiness.
Ironic, isn't it? That this is to be the second woman lost to his darkness.
Olivia watched as her wizard paced, running his hands through his hair as he muttered unintelligibly. Suddenly, he looked up, locking eyes with her as he strode over to take her hands in his.
"I…I am not sure I have the words for this. A penseive would be better. Communicating has never been a strength of mine."
The minutes ticked by slowly, and Olivia was getting anxious. She knew this was difficult but all the pausing and drawn out sentences were starting to bother her.
Exhaling slowly, he began walking, encouraging the witch to walk beside him. To any outsiders, it would appear they were a couple happily conversing as they strolled around the property, headed towards a beautiful willow tree. He had to make sure his cover remained intact. "I was initiated into the ranks immediately following my graduation from Hogwarts," he glanced down at Olivia, observing her staring straight ahead and nodding. "I was… gifted with the Dark Arts, something my mother saw to. My education was marred with childish fights, until one day they became too much. I knew I'd never be able to get back what I had lost, so I sought out a way to survive. I had befriended other wizards from my House, powerful and older wizards."
"Like Lucius?"
"Yes, like Lucius, among others." He paused again, attempting to find the correct words without revealing too much of his tattered soul. "They took me in. They were less abusive than others and helped me to find a purpose. It wasn't long before my presence was requested before the Dark Lord."
The couple came to the willow tree, but Severus continued walking past it, down towards the horse stables. He needed more time to talk. "He valued my abilities. He understood my past. We were both abused at the hands of muggles, so it wasn't a difficult leap to wish revenge on those who deserved it." Olivia started to speak when Severus hastily continued. "I was 18 then. Still just a poor lad who didn't belong anywhere," he laughed bitterly.
"In the beginning it wasn't so bad. He helped me get my Mastery, something I'd never have been able to afford. I was granted… things I never would have been able to achieve on my own. Things I took advantage of, and wish I hadn't. All it did was continue to tarnish my soul. I was a dark child, and an even darker man, Olivia. It wasn't until…later, that I realized I made a grave mistake. The Dark Lord had grown more powerful, larger than the rebels could handle. He was becoming more violent, unhinged."
"What did you do then?" she whispered.
"I went to Albus."
"The Headmaster?" she gasped. "I don't know him that well, but I would presume he'd want to hex you." She was shocked. What a brave thing to do.
Severus thought back to that night, how angry Albus was, how badly Severus wanted to die.
Hide them, Hide them all.
He shook his head, willing the stinging tears to retreat back into his broken soul. "He did. I have never seen him as angry as he was at that moment. But he hated the Dark Lord more. He wished for me to return, as a spy, in exchange for my position at the school. When the Dark Lord fell, he testified for me. He is the reason I am still alive. No one can know of this. Do you understand?" He had turned, grasping her shoulders with a light squeeze, hoping to get his point across.
Olivia was shocked. She knew Severus had a hard life, but she couldn't imagine it was this hard. His father was abusive. His only friends were blood purists, who likely didn't even like him since he was a half-blood. He finally finds a man who accepts him as he is, who gives him 'things', whatever the hell that means, and he loses faith in that man. Then, he turned to the only other man he looked up to. And that man chose to use him, to risk Severus' life. She shook her head in disbelief. Tears fell freely from her eyes, hurting for the man she was growing to love.
Severus steeled himself, prepared for the inevitable.
Olivia reached up, wrapping her hand around his neck to pull his face down to hers. She sealed her lips to his, gently. Not moving, just…resting against his. She hoped to show her loyalty to the man, share his pain and imply her understanding.
"It's ok, Severus. It was a long time ago."
Severus stood, aghast. "Pardon?" He couldn't believe it. No fight?
"It's okay," she repeated. She smirked as she noticed Severus was still taken aback, obviously not believing her. "Look. I know I don't fully understand all of this. I'm sure it was terrifying, and I'm sure one day you'll be able to tell me everything. But for now? Let's put this behind us. You said yourself you realized your mistake? Plus…he's gone. So…there isn't really anything to worry about, right?"
Except that the Mark is darkening. He did say he didn't know what that meant but…the man I know…the Severus Snape I know doesn't hold those ideals. Just the way he looks at me confirms it. We are both half-bloods.
"What's done is done. Let's move on from this Severus, until you are ready and willing to discuss it further. I won't force anything out of you, I promise."
Severus exhaled, his face scrunched into a mixture of relief and pain. He had come so close to losing her. He felt a tear run down his cheek, followed by her gentle caress. She kissed him again, softly. They held hands as he led her back towards the manor. He'd convince her to pack their things and return to the castle, he wasn't wanting to remain here.
As they passed the willow, Severus and Olivia jumped when they heard the crack of apparition.
"Begging your pardon Master Severus and missus, Kippy is sorry!" A young house elf had apparated into view, her overly large eyes cast downwards as she bowed her head. Master Lucius summoned Kippy to bring these to you sir! Kippy knows Master is being sorry for upsetting the young missus. Master Lucius wants young missus to have fun here." With another deep bow, the young elf placed a basket on the ground and disappeared.
Severus scoffed. Concupiscent man. He knew damned well Lucius was angry at Cissa for ruining his less than gentlemanly plans for the evening. Severus couldn't be bothered by that, he was only focused on his witch and making sure she was still by his side.
Olivia for her part was beaming. "Oh, Severus! How sweet!" She had already started sorting through the wicker basket, finding a soft gray blanket and shaking it out to lay down on. "Come, sit with me. It's too beautiful outside to not enjoy this, we both know it'll be frigid back at the castle." Olivia crossed her legs beneath her bottom, sitting daintily as she patted the soft blanket for him to join her.
Barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he sat beside her, leaning against the sturdy trunk of the willow tree.
The intoxicating scent of freshly baked bread filled the air as the witch continued to look through the basket. Olivia was thrilled, no French picnic could be complete without a delightful crusty baguette. It seemed her host was intent on keeping her comfortable. She giggled, pulling out container after container of delightful snacks. The Malfoy lord seemed to want to cover all his bases; sweet, bitter, sour, salty - hot and cool options as well. Olivia's mouth watered as she plucked an olive out of the container, pinching it between two fingers before she popped it into her mouth. The delighted moan she released was enough to capture Severus' attention.
One dark eyebrow rose as he shifted, extending his legs in an attempt to relax.
"Want some?" the witch whispered as she sucked the brine off her fingers.
Severus bit his bottom lip, lost in this temptress. How could she forgive so quickly?
Lost in thought, he was surprised to feel her rubbing an olive against his bottom lip. His tongue slipped out, licking the salt from his lips before Olivia slid the olive inside his mouth. They locked eyes with one another while they chewed. The air seemed to change, now charged with electricity as the tension from the day melted away. This witch was beautiful and, for reasons he still didn't understand, she wanted him. With a slight growl, he leaned over, gently encouraging her to lay down on her back.
She looked like an angel with her beautiful brown hair spread across the blanket, her innocent eyes gazing into him, glistening with joy and lust. He noted how the breeze had hardened her nipples, impossible to miss honestly, her dress was practically transparent. He wanted to lick them, lick every single inch of her delectable body, finally allowing the heat of his own body to mesh with hers - clothing no longer a barrier. He lay on his side, an arm on either side of her face as he leaned forward, his lips close to hers, she could feel his breath. Olivia closed her eyes, begging for a kiss, when he reached over her to the basket. Snape plucked a grape from the vine, lightly capturing it between his teeth as he moved over his witch. Bending his neck down, he brought his lips to hers, depositing the cool grape into her mouth as he sealed their lips with a kiss.
Gods, this man was so sensual. She craved his skin… needed to feel him pressed against her, now… within the beautiful garden they currently found themselves nestled within.
"Mmmm, Sev'rus," she purred. "Do you think anyone is around? Or could we…possibly…" she ran her fingers over his chest, toying with the buttons in his linen shirt. Severus' frock had long since been forgotten on the picnic blanket when Olivia had laid down.
The wizard snickered, reaching over for a chocolate-dipped strawberry. He brought the fruit to his mouth , biting off the bottom to allow the juices to seep out. Severus kissed her once more, before bringing the dripping strawberry to her lips, painting them red. Her eyes closed, lost in the sensations as he tossed the treat away, nuzzling her neck with his nose.
"Could we do what, Olivia?" he whispered. Severus slid his knee in between her legs, pulling up her dress to gaze upon her silky thighs. He raised himself up again, snatching another strawberry, completing the same process, before running the fruit juice over her inner thigh. Severus grinned boyishly as he slowly scooted down her body. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder so that he could easily lick the stickiness from between her thighs, licking higher than he had originally intended, being driven by her own enticing scent.
Olivia fisted his hair, tugging him closed as he licked the sensitive skin over her inner thigh, over to the point of her hip before biting down. The witch was squirming and moaning. "Ahh, more, Severus. I want more," she begged.
Snape kissed across her cloth-covered sex, the heat of his breathing causing her nerves to ignite. "Lucius is likely watching somewhere," he muttered as he continued kissing.
"So let him watch."
"Indeed." He bit the strap for her pathetic excuse for knickers and pulled them down her thighs with his teeth. Olivia wantonly raised her hips to provide as little resistance as she could. She bit her lip, looking down at the black head between her legs, his hair tickling her as he removed her thong. Finished with his task, he looked up, staring at her as he moved his head slightly to bite her inner thigh. Olivia yelped before moaning, enjoying the hint of pain Severus always seemed to gift alongside his pleasure.
"Come up here, Severus. I want to feel you."
With a growl, the wizard kissed up her body, settling himself between her legs. He grabbed the thin straps of her dress, pulling them down her shoulders, nipping her sensitive skin along the way. Olivia couldn't wait any longer, reaching up to his shirt and tugging hard, buttons flying off as the couple gasped. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, leaning up to bite at his neck, pleading for him to roll onto his back.
Severus complied, lying back with his shirt thrown open. His erection was tenting his trousers, a fact Olivia felt as she straddled his hips, cheekily grinning. "Mmm what is it with you, Severus, that makes me absolutely feral?" She scratched down his chest, thin red lines appearing on his skin.
Severus secretly hoped to add them to his collection of marks, they'd be the first he'd consent to. He closed his eyes, jaw tightening as he fought the urge to flip her on her back and pin her down. He knew she'd likely need control, whether she'd admit it or not, he had scared her. He could allow himself to submit to her, even if only this once.
Olivia leaned forward, kissing him passionately as their tongues caressed each other. She sucked on his bottom lip, pulling a grunt from her wizard as his cock twitched inside his trousers. She kissed her way down, biting his chin softly before moving to his neck… then his chest…and, oh Merlin, she licked one of his nipples.
Olivia was overjoyed with finally being able to feel him. She sat up, hastily removing her dress before laying back down on his strong chest. She wanted to be naked with him, their body's entwining in passion. She resumed her work, kissing down his belly, licking the indentation around his hips as they disappeared into his waistband. Olivia waved her hand, wandlessly removing the rest of his clothes.
"Oh fuck, it worked!" she giggled. "I wasn't sure if it would."
"You are absolutely remarkable," Severus complimented.
Olivia reached between their bodies, grasping his length and pulling it between her cleft, readying herself for his penetration. She couldn't wait anymore, aligning their bodies and finally sinking down on him.
"Ahhh fuck, woman. So good… so good!" Severus grabbed ahold of her hips, thrusting into her the best he could, he was fucking in the grass after all.
Olivia felt her orgasm build quickly. Severus must have felt this too, he quickly found her throbbing clit, swollen in need, as he began rubbing it - slowly at first but quickly building.
"Oh, God! Severus!"
"You better get a lot louder than that if you want to come, little witch," he growled.
"Please! Please…I need…" she couldn't finish her thought, he was thrusting so hard inside, his cock hitting just the right spot.
"Me. Because that's all you're going to get from this point forward. Me…and only me."
The couple continued loving each other beneath the willow tree, their passions overflowing into one another. When they finally shouted their release, Severus summoned his coat, lengthening it to wrap their exhausted bodies in. He caressed her back and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as he summoned the wine Lucius thoughtfully included. Neither person saw the man standing atop his balcony, looking on with his omnioculars.
"Well done Severus," Lucius whispered, "Although I hope they haven't neglected those crumpets from Austria. They are quite the delicacy." Lucius turned his gaze back onto his grounds, seeking out one of his prized peacocks. "Oh, look! Bernard is copulating with Matilda. Well done, old chap. Both my boys are having their thrills this afternoon it seems. Although now, I have this to deal with." Lucius glanced down at his own tented trousers. "Where is Narcissa? Perhaps she's still cross with me? I do hope so…there's nothing more delightful than a scorned woman's nails on my back." Lucius turned on his heel and went inside to find his wife. Dinner would be in a few hours and perhaps he'd get another chance.