His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

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"Such a bummer that Slytherin didn't win first place," Rosabelle grumbled, perched on Severus's desk.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was quiet.

Finally, the much-awaited holiday had arrived. Students bid farewell for a well-deserved two-month break before the new term would kick off once more.

Severus let out a sigh, feeling a bit displeased with Gryffindor taking the top spot, all thanks to the infamous Golden Trio. Rosabelle, on the other hand, remained impartial but secretly wished for Slytherin's victory.

"Sev? What are you brewing?" she asked curiously.

Severus continued stirring the cauldron and replied, "Amortentia. I thought of storing it for the next term."

Intrigued, Rosabelle slid down from the desk and approached Severus, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look over her husband's shoulder.

"Have you finished with it?"

"Not quite, but I'm almost done."

With a mischievous grin, Rosabelle enveloped Severus in her embrace from behind.

"Belle, you're distracting me," he remarked, feigning resistance.

"Oh, hush. How can you call this a distraction?" she playfully retorted.

Rosabelle proceeded to place gentle kisses along Severus's neck, eliciting a pleasurable sensation.

"Now, my love, I believe this is what you mean by distraction," she teased.

Severus inclined his head slightly, granting her better access to his neck. Her actions were undeniably effective in capturing his focus.

Indeed, Rosabelle's playful affection was successfully drawing Severus away from his preoccupations. In that moment, he willingly surrendered to her enchanting presence, finding solace and delight in their intimate connection.

Rosabelle caught a whiff of Severus's intoxicating cologne, a scent that always made her heart flutter.

Severus let out a blissful sigh, completely surrendering to the sensations caused by his wife's tender kisses on his neck.

He winced slightly as she playfully nipped at his skin, knowing that her actions would leave a trace of their passionate encounter the next day. He couldn't blame her for it, though, as he had marked her, in the same way, countless times, prompting her to grow her hair longer as a clever disguise for the love bites.

"Ah, mine," Rosabelle declared with a satisfied grin, admiring the mark she had left on Severus's neck.

"Belle... I promise to give you all the attention you need tonight. So please stop distracting me," Severus pleaded, his voice filled with longing.

Rosabelle couldn't help but smirk, feeling the depth of his desire for her. "Deal," she whispered, anticipation dancing in her eyes.

Severus couldn't help but shake his head, a smile playing on his lips. Rosabelle had an uncanny ability to captivate him, and he found himself unable to resist her charms.

Rosabelle leaned in, her nose delicately twitching as she sniffed the cauldron.  "Mmm, this smells like you. New parchment and your cologne. Merlin, it smells so nice."

Severus's smile softened, his eyes glimmering with affection. He, too, caught a whiff of Rosabelle's enchanting perfume, a scent that never failed to evoke a sense of comfort and longing within him.

Severus and Rosabelle stood side by side, Severus' task of brewing the potion now complete. The room was filled with a warm, comforting glow, and the sweet scent of Amortentia. As they exchanged satisfied smiles, a playful sparkle danced in Severus' eyes.

"Well, my love," Severus said, his voice low and teasing, "we make quite the formidable team, don't we?"

Rosabelle chuckled softly, her gaze fixed on him. "Indeed, Severus. Our combined skills are truly unmatched."

Severus took a step closer, his fingers gently tracing the outline of Rosabelle's face. "But there's something else I hunger for," he murmured, his voice laced with desire.

Rosabelle's cheeks flushed as she felt the weight of his gaze on her. "And what might that be, my dearest Severus?"

Leaning in, his breath caressing her ear, Severus whispered, "You, my love. I did say I would give you the attention that you need."

A shiver ran down Rosabelle's spine, her heart beating faster with anticipation. Their playful banter dissolved into an intimate dance as Severus's lips brushed against hers, igniting a fiery passion between them.

Their kiss deepened, a symphony of longing and tenderness. Time seemed to stand still as they reveled in the intimacy of the moment. Their bodies pressed together, each touch sending electric currents through their beings. With every caress, they discovered new depths of love and desire.

As their lips finally parted, they remained locked in a tender embrace, their foreheads touching. Severus whispered, his voice filled with adoration, "You are my everything, Rosabelle. Thank you for everything."

Rosabelle smiled, her eyes shimmering with love and affection. "And you, Severus, have given me a love that fills my soul. I am eternally grateful."

In that embrace, they found solace, passion, and an unbreakable bond. Their love would forever guide them on their journey together. Their love was a potion of its own.