The Potions Master and the Ravenclaw

"You're My Home"

Severus Snape opened his eyes and smiled. He had awoken with his wife in his arms, as he had for two full weeks now. He would never have to wake up without her again. Ever.

God, how quickly he had grown accustomed to having her in his bed. He, who had chosen solitude for so long... and yet now he couldn't bear to be without her.

Paris and Rome had been perfect, but their honeymoon had come to an end. They would be leaving for Scotland today, and Snape didn't want to go. It would be so easy just to stay there and hide from everything. Stay there and make a whole new life with his beautiful wife and never go back to Hogwarts. But that was not the kind of man he was now. No. He was not such a coward.

He gathered her to him, spooning her. Her back was flush with his chest, their legs intertwined. He kissed her on the top of her head and breathed in her scent. Her body was so warm. She was so good. So sweet. How could she love him? But she did, and he thanked the gods for it every second of every day. And now she was his wife. They were bound together for life and he would endeavor to deserve her with every breath he took.  He would love her and protect her. Keep her safe.  Keep her happy. Give her anything and everything.

He felt her stirring, moving even closer to him, burrowing into him. His arm was tight around her waist, hand splayed over her stomach, drawing her into his body, and she laced her fingers with his. Her touch aroused him and she felt his hardness pressing against her. She instinctively began to move her hips, rubbing against him, and he inhaled sharply, hissing in through his teeth. He moved his hand down to her thigh and pulled it up to hook her leg over his, opening her up, then began to caress her in the warm space between her thighs.

She let out a soft, yearning sigh - that sound that he loved so much - and he began to gently touch her. Warm. Wet. Ready for him.

"I want you, Madeline. Need you,"  he whispered.

"Yes..." she whispered back. "Now, Severus."

He gently repositioned her hips and then entered her from behind, slow, easy. She let out a sweet little moan and matched his gentle rhythm. He held her hip, then moved his hand to knead her breast, rolling her nipple with his thumb. She was melting into him, his chest warm and firm against her back. Then he slid his hand lower and began to rub tight, slow circles on her most sensitive spot with his long, slender fingers. Those magical fingers. She covered his hand with hers as he touched her. It was so good. So, so very good.

Their bodies moved in tandem and it felt so close. So intimate. So loving.

He whispered to her as he touched her and moved inside her.

"You're so good, Madeline. I love you. I love being inside you. Such a good girl. You're such a good girl for me. I love you. That's it. Just there. Just like that. Ah, Madeline. You're mine. Mine. I love you..."

"Severus..." she whispered. Her breathing was ragged, shaky. Heat was radiating from her body almost burning him.

"Yes, my love. Come for me. I love you."

He could feel her starting to shake and tighten,  and then she gushed around him, crying out in absolute unabashed pleasure. When he felt her release, he made a final thrust and came inside her, filling her with his essence and his love and his soul. They were both heaving, shaking, pulsing. When their breathing slowed and their bodies stilled, he wrapped her in his arms. She laced her fingers in his again and pressed as close to him as she could, her back still against his chest. They lay together for a long while, loving each other, feeling each other breathe, coming down from the intense high of such powerful closeness. Neither wanted to speak for fear of breaking the spell.