Belonging

Belated Wedding Night -Severus Snape-

-Severus Snape-

Friday Afternoon

Snape was a whirling dervish of being devilishly pleased with the turn the morning had taken, while simultaneously being a little annoyed at his lack of control. He could not stop the proverbial pep in his step that making love to his wife had given him. Yet there were a couple of things he was regretting in this otherwise happy day.

Severus had not intended to become a jealous man. He was not sure if this came from his bad experience with Lily or if it was borne of his mating bond, but seeing Barlow touching his mate had certainly set him off. He had not been planning on using his lunch time walk with Madelyn that way.

He had not intended to tickle his wife until she spilled someone else's secret. A playful extraction, but a purposeful torture none-the-less. He needed to check that. He had to trust Madelyn. She would steer herself right and matehood meant he should not worry over her affections being stolen.

He had been planning on checking in with her post their rather unexpected sex this morning. He worried he had been too... unrestrained. While he knew he had been careful physically , taking his time coaxing himself inside of her slowly. It was his words he was too unrestrained with. He had been perhaps a little too comfortable saying filthy things to her. He should have been romantic with her.

He worried he should have made her roll on her back where he could observe her expressions more closely. He had planned on being more tender and loving, giving more affirmations. He felt a little bad he had teased her for her wetness, how she had been so unrestrainedly enjoying it, he did not want her to think those were bad things when they were actually the opposite. He hoped she knew that when he said things intended to make her feel like she was acting naughty he actually was cherishing her for being his willing partner. He liked it so much when she was a little minx and the teasing was intended to spur her on, and he hoped she knew that, but she was inexperienced and he should be checking in.

Should's piled up high. It was her first time. It could have been more planned. Should he not have covered the bed in rose petals or some such romantic thing to make it more special? He hoped he had not done wrong by her for bending to her urges and doing it spur of the moment.

It had certainly felt right, in the moment. Nothing like kissing the nape of your partner's neck while slowly making love to them. Though he didn't get to see her expressions he heard every breath that left her lips. He had held her so close to him. Perhaps the idea that there was a correct way to have a first time was rot and he should trust she knew what she wanted.

He stood in his living room contemplating this between periods, laying out piles of marking under paperweights for the weekend, when the lover in question burst in, out of breath. Catching his eye for a half a second she announced she had forgotten... something he missed what, her words were flying out of her in a panting rush. Into the bedroom she went.

He went to the bedroom door and watched her looking all around his room for something. He would have suggested accio, if he weren't so taken with watching her on her hands and knees looking under the bed. A triumphant noise and then she was up on her feet.

"I thought you hadn't moved in yet, and already you're forgetting things in here."

"I had this locket in my pocket. It's a charms project. Trying to hide an expandable extension charm in there," she returned it to her robe pocket from whence it fell. She approached the door, slowing when noticing how he had blocked it with his leaning arm. "Are you... going to let me go to class now?" she raised her eyebrow. Severus said nothing, staring at her and waiting. "You're going to make me late."