How We Love (A Snarry mpreg)

Guilt

SNAPE'S RESIDENCE 

Severus Snape considered himself a faithful man, but this was the tenth morning in a row he's sat in his bathroom jerking off to some stud in a porno magazine instead of making love to his wife. A wife he hadn't wanted in the first place, but that's what happens when the daughter of the richest man in the United Kingdom choose you to be her husband. A disaster. The guilt of not getting his needs met was really taking a toll and as he sat on the toilet lid trying his hardest not to be heard, he slumped in shame feeling the sticky white mess lace his fingertips. 'This has to stop' he mentally scolded himself. He takes a few tissues from the box that he had placed on the bathroom sink before he got started and wiped the mess aways eventually standing up and running the shower.

Its not that he didn't love his wife. No that was exactly what that meant; he didn't love her enough to get excited when she took off her clothes, not as much as he did when he was looking at the naked men in the magazines. He didn't love her because she wasn't a man and even if she had been, they would not be a good match. Her personality was one he could not reason it and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life trying to make something fit that clearly didn't belong together.

He shuts off the shower stepping out as the door opened. "Good morning dear!"

He's silent for a moment watching her through the slightly fogged mirror. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. There was a part of her that he envied and he could never bring himself to speak of it, but looking at her in the mirror as she effortlessly caked her face with some fancy and expensive makeup from France, he envied that he couldn't be as good looking as she was.

"M'rning Kitty," he says after what seemed like an incredible amount of time to be quiet. "Where you off too?"

It's her turn to give him the silent treatment as she rubbed a little more powder on her face. She gracefully puts her lipstick on--- a blood color that coats her lips. Severus watches with peaked interest as she dabs off the excess color from her lips. It's one of the most beautiful things he's seen her do in a while and one of the only things that truly guilt him. "Daddy and I are having lunch at Oxford," she says sweetly snapping him out of his thoughts "you should join us."

"Maybe another time," he says finally dropping the towel. She gives him a quick glance before turning her attention back to the mirror and firmly places her earrings in the correct ear. "Perhaps we should go to the lake this weekend. Get away from the bustle of the city and have a quiet three days to ourselves."

"Some other time dear, I'm having dinner with my father's clients on Friday. Will you come?" She finally turns around looking at her husband of three years. She helps him finish the last five buttons on his shirt her hands resting on his chest gently. 

The two stand in hushed silence looking at each other. Severus leans forward pressing their heads together as he finally captures her lips in a piercing kiss. She moans her hands going to his waist and pulling him closer. They kiss passionately for what seemed like forever the two of them not caring at the moment that her makeup was probably ruined now. He closes the space between them until he feels her back hit the counter. She moans again finally pushing him off so the two could catch their breaths. "If you need me there, then I shall be."

"It's at seven thirty and please tell James and Tom to not keep us waiting, you know how much daddy hates it when we are late, especially if he wants us to meet the clients before dinner."

"Of course, Kitty."

She looks at him eyes deepening into a scowl, "Is it so hard for you to just wake up and actually make love to the woman you married? And are you really satisfied just jerking yourself off all the time?"