Promised Legacy
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/50167993.
Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
F/M
Fandoms:
Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationships:
Aesop Sharp/Original Character(s), Aesop Sharp/Original Female
Characters:
Character(s)
Aesop Sharp, Original Characters
Additional Tags:
Breeding, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Love, Promises, Marriage,
Intimacy, Parenthood, Blue Balls, Older Man/Younger Woman, Married
Language:
Life, Slice of Life, Real Life
English
Stats:
Published: 2023-09-18 Words: 4,741 Chapters: 1/1
He entered the kitchen, breathing in the delicious smell of cake baking in the oven.
Katherine's slender form – clad in a summer dress and apron – moved around the room while cleaning. Her soft singing filled the air and her wavy voluminous mane, which was illuminated by the setting sun, moved with her motions; she was barefoot.
He leaned silently against the doorframe, deciding to watch her for a moment longer, not expecting the profanity leaving her lovely mouth shortly after.
She turned, feeling eyes on her, and cursed.
"Fuck! Merlin..." Her wincing was followed by a look at her raised foot, provoking a chuckle in the Potions Master.
"I told you to stop walking around barefoot."
The dark voice was a welcome embrace to her, after having waited for him all day long. The kids, which were now playing outside in the garden, had exhausted her and made it seem like a prolonged waiting period.
Twisting her mouth she grumbled – a habit of hers he had grown to find endearing.
"It's not the bare status of my feet which is the problem, but rather the fact that our children leave their toys wherever they walk. It would've hurt just the same if I had been wearing socks, and if I had worn shoes, I might've slipped. They truly need to learn to clean up after themselves."
"They do", he agreed, approaching her now to encircle her with his arms. Her hold tightened around him, pressing the feminine curves against his taller frame.
"I baked your favorite cake today, so we might enjoy it over the weekend. I hope it turned out well – Alethea and Thedore helped with it today."
Her irritation had vanished and made room for a joyful disposition, something the wizard was fond of – the forgiving nature of his wife. He squeezed her, burrowing his nose in her soft hair; inhaling her scent. Lavender, Vanilla, Jasmin and Bergamot with a tinge of cashmere wood – all of that mingled with the sweet scent of cake surrounding them. Home, he was home.
His voice vibrated through her, once he spoke – his grasp around her still strong.
"I'm sure it will be palatable. There simply is no chance you let them do whatever they please with the ingredients."
She grinned up at him.
"You know me well, Mr. Sharp. I had to keep them in check and prevent a disaster."
He was about to kiss her, when running feet and loud voices announced their offspring's presence.
"Pa'! I painted something for you!" Alethea's declaration was followed by her brothers' frantic arm movements demanding to be picked up. "Dada!"
Aesop loosened his arms around his wife, picking up his son who was – once more – clothed in nothing but nappies. "At least you've decided to keep your nappies on for once, son." He heard Katherine laugh softly behind him, knowing she was sharing his thoughts. Theodore was in the habit of walking around naked, refusing to keep his cloth nappy on while the weather was balmy.
"See!" Alethea's warm eyes – which reminded him so much of Katherine's - looked up hopefully at him, waving the colorful parchment in front of him. "This is us! Mama, Theodore, me and you! And you know what? I also painted another baby – look!" Her little index finger pointed at her mother's figure on her masterpiece, which included a swollen stomach. The Potions Master looked at his wife, a question in his eyes which was answered with a humored shaking of her head.
"I have not forgotten to tell you something, it's simply wishful thinking on our daughter's part."
His dark eyebrows rose, eyes now back on his daughter. "You want a whole Quidditch team of siblings, it seems." He paused, taking in Alethea's challenging look. "How about picking up your toys? Your mother hurt herself by stepping on one of those. If you treat them carelessly, I must conclude that you don't like them much."
The little witch's eyes grew big.
"No! I do like them very much, Papa! I'll pick them up, alright."
"Toys!" Theodore wiggled in his arms, trying to get down to the toys, now that they had been mentioned. Aesop allowed him his freedom, putting him down carefully.
"There you go – pick up your toys and wash your hands. We'll be waiting for you at the dinner table."
Katherine's instructions were given while her hands were busy taking the plates out of the cupboard. Despite her knowing domestic spells quite well by now, and despite her gratefulness for their existence and the frequent application of those, there were some things she simply preferred to do by hand. Aesop assumed it had a meditative effect on her.
"How was work today?" The question pulled him out of his reverie.
"Considering that we only had a staff meeting today and time to ready our classrooms, to prepare for the students approaching arrival, I would regard it as pleasant. I cannot claim having missed Black's antics, but Dinah seems to have spent her time away adventurously in Brazil."
The ash blonde witch chuckled.
"I told you about her plans. She was quite taken with the idea of exploring Castelobruxo during the break, and she mentioned looking forward to meeting Caiporas on the school grounds. Troublesome creatures."
Aesop took the cutlery out of the cupboard, helping his witch set the table.
"Is there anything you do not memorize?"
Placing the last plate on the table, she looked over her shoulder at him; smiling.
"No."
Their eyes met for longer than would be considered decent if in public, the expression more intense. Katherine could feel the electricity in the air.
"We should do something tonight."
Her voice was lowered and swung with meaning, inviting him to step closer.
" Do something? Whatever do you mean?" Aesop's teasing made her pout playfully.
"Engage in the act of showing physical affection. Affection husband and wife should share. If you do not know what I am referring to, I fear that I won't be able to help you."
He approached her from behind, his arms finding to her waist, his lips kissing her neck leisurely.
Enjoying his touch and smell, she closed her eyes; leaning back against her favorite wizard.
"Sex, darling, you want Sex. I'm more than willing to give you pleasure and seek my own. I've yearned to have you naked in my arms again, to see and hear your surrender. It has been far too long since I last tasted you."
His rumbling voice still captivated her like it had done years ago, and his words did not miss their target. He was right – it had been a while since they had last shared intimacy. Nearly a month had gone by without them doing anything, because the children had been going to bed too late and the days had been rather busy. Whenever they had craved the other, something had come in between.
Her spoken words came out husky.
"I'll ensure the children will rest earlier tonight. I cannot wait for much longer."
As if they had called upon the devil, they were once more interrupted by hungry little humans. Their hungry little humans.
"What are we having for dinner, Mama?!" - "Dinner! Dinner!"
Two hours later they had eaten, read and played together; the children's teeth had been brushed. Goodnight kisses were given and promises of ice cream for the next day were made, but various attempts at fleeing the bed by the children followed, nevertheless. Exasperation was growing in both adults. They loved their children – very much so – but they had been trying to take care of everything on their own, and it was simply overwhelming at times. Looking at each other with a sigh of resignation, they sat down at the bedside of their children once more. Katherine was holding Theodore's hand, while Aesop had decided to sit on their daughter's bed; a hand placed on top of her head.
"It's enough. Your mother and I need to rest, and so do you. It cannot be that you think whatever you want to do is what is going to happen. Sometimes we get our will, other times we do not. Often, we want things that are not in our best interest, and this is one of those instances in your case. We care for you, which means that we must ensure you get proper sleep, and take care of ourselves, so that we have enough energy to spend joyful time with you. If you do not sleep, your body cannot grow and stay healthy, and you probably already noticed that your mother's patience wears thin, if she does not get some time to herself, haven't you?" Alethea twisted her mouth, attentively taking in her father's words.
"I will make the phonograph play some music for you, but you'll stay in bed, close your eyes and let it accompany you to sleep. You both are tired, we see it in your faces, so be assured that you're not missing out on anything adventurous. We're in the house and will do boring things before we ourselves lay down to bed. Sleep, little star, and dream of something nice. Tomorrow morning you can tell me about it."
Katherine Sharp had never doubted her love for the Ex-Auror, but in such moments – moments in which she was short of losing her temper, and her husband stepped in to take control instead – her feelings for him were overwhelming. Seeing that strict man, which so often was grumpy, being patient and loving with their children, was something incomparable. Waving her wand, she pointed it at the phonograph – calm melodic sounds filling the air.
"I want to dream of mermaids! Or no! I want to dream of fairies! Wait, how about unicorns?!"
Alethea's excitement made her mother chuckle.
"How about you try dreaming about a fairy on a unicorn, visiting her mermaid friend?"
The little eyes shone with elation.
"What a great idea, Ma!"
Looking down at Theodore, his small hand still in hers, she noticed he had already fallen asleep. His little nose, which she knew would end up looking like his father's, was touching his arm. With a smile on her lips, she leaned down to kiss his soft cheek, before pressing her
own cheek against the backside of the little hand. Rising, she looked at Aesop, who had – not without a wince -risen himself.
His eyes held a softness in them that told her he had been watching her moment with Theodore; it made her feel vulnerable in a gratefulness inducing way. She was pleased that he had managed to bring out her soft side with the years, that she did not have to be in a defensive state at any time anymore, and that she was attractive to him in her feminine nature. Her life had been so completely different before Aesop – full of violence which demanded defense, rich in abuse which had made her pull up a wall, packed with a mindset that had demanded to at least partially forego her inclinations. Loss of control and exposure of vulnerability had been her greatest fears, but those had vanished with time and Aesop at her side. Now she was fulfilled in her role as a wife and mother, feeling no need to prove the world how worthy and accomplished she was, having no desire to combat everything and everyone. Nobody who knew her would dare to think her incapable of destruction, so she had learned to simply be . No mask of harsh discipline, no role of invulnerable superiority, no veil of uncaring bluntness.
She had not lost her temperament, which had always been rather fiery; she had not stopped being outspoken, or willing to engage in confrontation where needed, and she most definitely had not left behind her analytical nature which often did not suit those whose desire was to live an illusion entirely focused on emotion. Nevertheless, she had changed, and Aesop Sharp was glad to have given her a secure base to do so. He had not fallen in love with another version of herself, he had simply fallen in love with her true self and seen it hidden beneath all the covering layers.
Caressing his face lovingly, she led the way out of the room.
Hoping their daughter would finally fall asleep with the powerful help of music, they found themselves sitting near the fireplace, nipping on the wine they had decided to enjoy in place of the usual tea. Aesop's body was relaxed for once, his arm around Katherine's shoulders. While his thumb was drawing lazy circles on her arm, her hand enjoyed feeling the strength of his leg.
"I miss you", she whispered. Her dark eyes found his; the fire illuminating her lovely features. His ministrations came to a hold, the hand now drawing her closer to his side. He didn't know how long he was lost in his thoughts, while he took in her beauty, instead of answering. Her lovely lips were slightly parted, her delicate nose calling to be traced with his much more prominent one, her hair – which was inviting his touch – shone angelically, and the elegant collar bones longed to be kissed.
He did not know what he had done to deserve her and everything they had built together, but he thanked God for this best of blessings.
Finally answering he leaned in.
"I miss you just as much, Kate."
Her appealing lips turned into a smile, her elegant yet capable hands taking his glass from him to place it on the table before them with her own. Facing him now, she took his rough
hands into her softer ones, starting to investigate them first with her fingers and then with her lips.
Looking up at him from under her lashes, she let her velvet tongue glide over his palm, eliciting a sharp intake of air on his part. Pressing an open-mouthed kiss on it gave rise to a growl.
"Let me feel you tonight. I want you on me... and in me, husband."
Rarely addressing him directly as her husband made the use of the title meaningful. It struck a chord in him – one which awoke possessiveness and protectiveness. He would take care of her like he always did and give this stunning creature the pleasure she deserved to experience. The thought of leaving her untouched, making her feel unloved, was inconceivable.
His strong hands captured her face delicately, as if she were easily breakable. Despite knowing that her porcelain skin had taken damage well over the challenging cycle of her life, he did not dare to handle her roughly – not when he was putting all of his devotion into action. Brushing his eloquent lips against her soft cheek, approaching her eager ear, he spoke – voice low and alluring.
"I will fill you. First I will adore your body, a body that Aphrodite would envy; then I will enter you slowly but forcefully, reflecting our inner disposition; and afterwards – when I moved in you, reaching places that bring you transcendental bliss – I will empty myself into you, filling you, lining you with my seed. It is that what you want from me, wife, is it not? For me to lose myself in you, gifting you another child? Oh, I saw that flicker in your eyes, when you informed me about our daughter's wishes, Katherine, do not think me ignorant."
Something akin to a whimper left her involuntarily, her hands gripping his sleek hair. She could feel how her body was preparing for his claiming her, how moisture between her legs was inviting his invasion. "Aesop...", her voice was quivering; chest seeking contact with his imposing form. Wrapping herself around him by positioning herself on his lap, she locked the door and cast a silencing charm. Despite their frankness with their daughter – which included her knowing about the act of lovemaking – they did not want to expose themselves so openly.
His hands roamed over her curves; his face nestled in her bosom. She felt him inhaling deeply, before a groan left his throat, making his chest vibrate.
"You have no imagination of how alluring you are."
Rocking against him, her hands still in his hair, she closed her eyes – her head laid back, her throat exposed.
His hands found her nipples through the fabric of her dress, provoking the strong reaction in his wife he had been expecting to receive. A forceful movement of her hips, an impassioned moan, and a strengthening grip on Aesop's hair kept his attention secured on Katherine's shapely breasts.
His manhood was straining against his trousers, yearning to be gripped by Katherine's hidden garden. His self-control, which had seldomly failed him, was hanging on a thread, since he hadn't indulged his passions for quite a while.
The womanly centre feverishly seeking contact with his masculine counterpart was clouding his thoughts, laying a veil of desire over everything.
It didn't take long for them to dispose of their clothing. Warm pliable flesh melted against heated solid muscle; audible breathing, moaning, and sighing could be heard, just as much as groaning and soft whispering. As if the weather wanted to emulate their interplay, it started to rain outside – the raindrops falling against the windows, joining their exclamations and the moisture that was building on their bodies.
His lips did not want to part from hers; every time they attempted to, they peeled slowly from them only to close back in. His mind was lost in everything Katherine was, not thinking about how astonishing it was that he reacted to her so intensely even after all those years. He did not find anything lacking in her, nothing he would want to change. She couldn't be close enough, so his hands pushed her against his erection – his head thrown back onto the backrest of the sofa, - eliciting a high-pitched yelp from his woman; she couldn't feel better to him, so his hands drew her curves without having coal to immortalize them on parchment, making her the paper and muse simultaneously; she could not look nor smell better, so he made an effort to take in every detail of her beauty; drowning in her sweet aroma which called him home. He loved her – profusely and unconditionally. Joining their bodies was seldomly an act of lust alone, but a desire to lose oneself in the other; this time being no different.
Her movements became desperate, making him aware of her haunting her release by seeking friction on his erect cock. Still caught in the delirium of desire, trying to support her in her ambition, he moved her hips. It would be futile to deny that her chasing kindled his passion even further, leading to him losing the fight against attempts at being silent. He moaned in surrender.
"Use me to your satisfaction, Kate. Show me how greatly you hunger for me."
His words ran through her like lightning. To outsiders it may have painted a picture of submission on Aesop's part, but it was on Katherine to surrender to her souls yearning for her husband. The bidding which had left his mouth awakened the need in her to show him the dedication for him that was a constant companion. Raising her hips, she guided him to her entrance, slowly sinking down; taking him in. A moan of extraordinary pleasurable nature was shared, her walls closing around him. She felt complete in the combination of being stretched by his impalement, and his arms surrounding her. Foreheads touching each other, she began to move on top of him – his hand, which had found to the apex of her thighs, kindling the fire inside. Smelling him – masculine and enchanting – and feeling his hair-covered skin upon hers, supported her inner turmoil of enticing fantasies which fought for dominance. She gave in to the most appealing of all: Him taking pleasure from her, using her and spending himself inside of her to breed. She was the one he chose; she was the one he wanted to not only fuck but make the mother of his children; she was the one he wanted to fill up to the brim with his precious seed, she was the one he made his queen and protected with everything he could. A whimper escaped her, the rocking of her hips quickening. Her
hands rove through his bearded distinctive face, up into his hair, their eyes meeting with intensity. It was difficult to comprehend how this capable intelligent man had claimed her, how he was choosing her every single day. The thought and feeling of this powerful wizard driving into her made the friction against her bud effective, shutting her eyes and letting her pale feminine body spasm in ecstasy. Feeling her inner walls gripping him firmly, her beautiful face contorted in the transcendental bliss Aesop had promised her, he had to fight to keep control. Wanting to enjoy the feeling of her for a bit longer, he indulged in her beauty and softness, bringing his hand to his nose, to breath in her arousing musky honey, which he had managed to coax out of her.
With a dexterous move, earning him a surprised intake of air followed by a chuckle from Katherine, he laid her down on the sofa, now towering above her. His eyes shone in that special way again, reminding her of the time he had approached her at Hogwarts, when he was suspecting her pregnant. Admiration – something akin to it – came closest to describing it accurately. She smiled.
"What is it?"
He shook his head slowly, his eyes not leaving her.
"You are ethereal."
Taking his face into her hands again, she smiled – loving amusement dancing in her eyes, which so much reminded him of warming black tea.
"It would be truth and lie contemporaneously, if I would claim to never be capable of understanding how you can see me that way. Truth, because I do not see myself the way you do; lie, because I can estimate how you must see me due to my similar view of you."
She paused.
"Well, I wouldn't describe you as ethereal, but there is simply no way of a woman being more attracted to a man than I am to you."
A smirk was pulling at the corners of his mouth; his eyes even now fixated on her.
"Intellectualizing everything... How very Katherine ." His gruff voice mirrored his amusement, before his facial expression turned serious once more.
Having her laying below him, her hair fanned out around her, was intoxicating. He could see the little scar above her left brow which she had gotten as a teenager, one that barely anyone else could see, unless they were searching for it in her face. He could see the little birthmark on the point of her little elegant nose. He could see the laugh lines that were starting to form, and he loved every single detail about the woman who had willingly chosen to be his companion. Stroking her forehead and gliding over her shining wavy hair, he lowered his lips to her jaw, kissing just below it.
"What would I be doing without you?"
She felt his arousal against her thigh, his warm lips at her jaw, and enjoyed his hands now on her throat. He wasn't choking her, not today, no, he was soothing it with his thumb and making her hope he would proceed in his ministrations. She barely registered his question, wasn't even sure if she should take it as rhetorical or answer.
"I do not want to think about that for a second, Aesop. You have me, so come into me."
The eyes which had closed as soon as his lips had met her skin opened, begging him for union.
After one last heated look, his strong hand glid along her leg before raising it, his sex demanding entrance when it met hers. The feeling of him coming into her once again made her back leave the furniture, the sensation of him opening her overwhelming. A silent groan left him, his head seeking comfort at her neck; hair falling into his handsome aged face.
When he started moving, pushing and pulling his arousal through his wife, making sure he met the spot inside of her which never failed to make her moan exquisitely, he knew that he wouldn't last much longer. He had needed her for too long as to be capable of resisting her pull on him for any longer; felt himself getting lost in the paradise she was to him – Eden, which welcomed him instead of being a home he had been exiled from due to his transgressions. Lowering his head to the fruit, which was not forbidden to him, he engulfed her nipple with his avid mouth – his hips moving with enthusiasm. The sounds she produced where like a heavenly choir to him, her hands on his solid buttocks grabbing and animating him. Biting his teeth together – hands tightly holding onto her – he drove himself deeper into her, meeting the entrance to her womb. The sweetest sound yet escaped her accompanied by her sex's rhythmical dance around him. Giving in to the siren her orgasm had become, he drowned, filling her with the last he had to give – semen spilling into her as a witness to his surrender.
His body, which seconds ago had been strained in effort and anticipation, was now at ease – head lying in Katherine's lap. His leg hurt more than he wanted to admit, having ignored it while exercising in devotion. Raising himself up with a wince, he sat beside the warm exhausted but satisfied body of his lover. Taking her hand into his, he guided it to his lips – his head resting on the backrest of the furniture. A tired smile came in response to his affection, her breathing evening out.
"I love you."
Her voice was barely a whisper, but neither the fire crackling in the fireplace nor the rain hitting the window managed to silence it.
"I love you", he repeated with meaning; his eyes meeting hers.
As usual they had ended up talking for hours after their shared intimacy – from politics, the state of society, and the future to come, to their children's seemingly quick growth and what they would like to snack.
A bath later they were preparing for bed. Having checked on their offspring – which had been long asleep – the phonogram was now playing in the master bedroom. Aesop, who was lying in bed while attempting to read, looked over his glasses at his wife. She was standing at the sink of their bathroom, door open, her body clad in a lilac-coloured silken negligee. Her hair in an up-do, he saw her delicate neck and clavicle. Her hips were softly swaying with the music that was playing, while she made sure to apply cream to her pretty face.
"I know that you are watching me, Aesop. Does the book fail to entertain?" Closing the book and taking off his glasses, he huffed. "The book is not to blame for failing to compete with you." He saw her grin while she closed the door behind her.
"You had your full share of me tonight, Professor. I dare claim that a good book would be able to keep your attention for a while."
A wave of her hand turned off the music while she climbed into the bed.
"You are mistaken. Having had you tonight only put you in your rightful place – right at the centre of my attention."
Her eyes spoke of her adoration for him, ensuring him that his efforts at being a good husband were appreciated.
"Well, we should ensure our time spent in a state of undress doesn't come too short", she said with humour shortly before becoming more earnest. "I missed you terribly."
He welcomed her into his arms, making sure her head was resting comfortably on his chest.
"Do you think I put a babe in you tonight?"
He seemed thoughtful, though not hesitant in seeking an answer.
She pressed a kiss to his chest.
"You might have. According to my calendar the possibility is quite high."
His hand was massaging her scalp distractedly.
"The Sharp line continuing." His voice seemed infused with wonder, acceptance and hope.
He felt her smile against his chest.
"The Sharp line continuing. I told you we would build a legacy and I intend to keep that promise."
Please drop by the Archive and comment to let the creator know if you enjoyed their work!