Slytherin In
A nice routine has developed between Lucienna and Severus over the last week and a half as they both wait for the new term to begin. Each morning, Severus joins her, Remus, and Sirius for breakfast (Kreacher has nearly perfected his biscuits) and then Lucienna later meets him in the basement to brew for a few hours. Sometimes Severus even joins them for dinner if Lucienna can entice him with the promise of a dish he hasn’t tried before. He only stays on nights she cooks— part of her thinks because he is too polite to decline, but she’ll take it. On these nights, Severus and Lucienna sit in the library together for a bit. Sometimes they just read, but often Lucienna gets him talking about his interest in potions. It’s a safe topic for them both, though he clearly dances around his more offbeat interests in the craft. While she is curious, his evasion is ideal— for now. Meanwhile, it saves her the trouble of having to verbally dance herself and she quite enjoys the little glimpses she gets into his well-guarded mind, even if it is just about potions.
And she could listen to that voice talk about anything.
All. Damn. Day.
On Wednesday morning, however, Severus is late for breakfast. Lucienna begins to devour the pancakes Kreacher set in front of her as she tries not to check the clock too obviously.
“Why does she get pancakes?” Sirius asks with a frown.
“Miss Queen doesn’t like beans on toast,” Kreacher explains, hopping around the table to refill Lucienna’s coffee cup. “And Kreacher didn’t have enough flour for everyone, Master Black.”
“Well, if you’d stop making so many damned ‘biscuits,’ we would have flour,” Sirius grumbles to himself.
“Oh, hush,” Lucienna scolds playfully. “Thank you, Kreacher. I appreciate it.”
Remus folds his paper up and puts it aside with a chuckle. “So where is Severus today?” He asks her, clearly feigning nonchalance.
“I’m not sure,” she shrugs. She drags the paper over to her to have something to look at other than Remus’s probing gaze.
“You know,” Sirius interjects, loudly swallowing the food in his mouth before continuing, “It’s quite unusual for Severus to be around this place so much.”
“Is that right,” she replies absently, doing a poor job of pretending to read the article in front of her.
Sirius scoffs. “Yes, that’s right. I’d be careful if I were you,” he says firmly, pinning her with a warning gaze.
A flash of anger ignites in Lucienna’s chest, warming her cheeks. She whips her head up to meet Sirius’s determined gaze with a glare. “I don’t know what exactly you’re implying but I can damn well take care of myself.”
Lucienna would be touched that Sirius seems to care enough for her to impose this warning if she didn’t know that it primarily stemmed from his obvious disdain for Severus. She likes Sirius— and Remus. They’ve been nothing but kind to her and she’s laughed more in the last few days with them than she has in months. But she has no interest in getting caught between whatever bad blood is between the three men, nor does she appreciate Sirius effectively scolding her for the company she chooses to keep.
Remus clears his throat and puts a hand on Sirius’s shoulder soothingly. “All Sirius is trying to say is that Severus is… complicated. While I trust him as far as the Order is concerned, his past is quite dark.”
“Dark,” Sirius scoffs. “That’s putting it light.”
“Just be cautious, that’s all I am asking. I know we haven’t known each other long, but we have come to truly care for you Lucienna,” Remus says gently with Sirius nodding next to him.
Lucienna sighs, her expression softening as her anger slowly dissipates. “I appreciate that, really. But I prefer to make my opinions of people for myself and Severus has been nothing but kind to me and I happen to enjoy his company.”
Remus nods understandably while Sirius scowls. Lucienna gives him a pointed look until he finally rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he says, raking a hand through his disheveled curls before giving a small grin. “You know where to find us if he ever needs a good hexing, then.”
“Of course,” Lucienna chuckles. “Now shut up and let me read in peace,” she adds to clear the air as she glances back down at the paper.
Remus shakes with a stifled laugh. “I’ll let you get back to the obituaries.”
Lucienna scowls and tosses the paper at a raucously laughing Sirius. “Eat, Wolf, and let me be,” Lucienna scolds while fighting a grin, tipping her head to indicate Remus’s untouched breakfast.
“Wha— How—?”
Lucienna just gives two quick taps to her nose before giving him a wink. She casually sips from her coffee as she pretends not to see the flustered blush spreading across Remus’s cheeks. He isn’t the first werewolf she has met, though it did take her a bit to place the faint scent she caught when she first met Remus.
Just then, something in her periphery shifts and she turns her head to the doorway. Severus stands just beyond, half obscured by shadow, with a puzzled expression. He quickly masks it as Lucienna spots him and sweeps into the kitchen to his usual seat next to her at the end of the table.
Lucienna follows his figure with wide eyes.
How long was he standing there? Fuck!
“Severus, hi,” Lucienna greets, cringing internally at the high pitch of her voice.
Severus gives her a curt nod of acknowledgment.
Remus shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes shifting from Lucienna to Severus. “Uhm… are you hungry? Or tea… perhaps?” He asks Severus, awkwardly gesturing to the kettle.
“Coffee?” Lucienna adds questioningly, quickly summoning a mug and sliding it toward him.
“Can I tempt you with the obituaries?” Sirius asks, waving the crinkled newspaper in his hand. Lucienna shoots him a quick glare.
Severus’s eyebrows draw together as he observes the trio. “No, I’m quite alright. Thank you,” he finally says, then turns to address Lucienna. “I’ve made arrangements this morning to retrieve your belongings.”
“Oh… thank you. When will we be going?” Lucienna asks, sipping from her coffee to appear casual.
“Today, when you are prepared.”
Lucienna chokes, her heart rate spiking as she slaps a hand to her mouth to cover her spluttering. “T-today?” She croaks, gaping and wide-eyed.
Severus raises his brows. “Yes,” he drawls. “If your schedule permits, of course.”
Lucienna snaps her mouth shut.
“Right. Yes. Perfect.”
She catches Remus and Sirius giving her curious looks and quickly schools her expression. “I’ll just go get dressed, then” she announces and darts out of the kitchen.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Her mind screams as she launches herself up the stairs and into her room. It had been over a week— over a week!— since she first debated with herself whether she should mention the potentially perilous possibilities and/or inevitably questionable motives of this trip to Severus and she still has not breathed a word of either to him. Lucienna frantically searches through the drawer of clothes Sirius and Remus have lended her as her panic shifts to anger.
Over a week, and that ass hasn’t said anything about his“making the proper arrangements.”
She yanks on a pair of tweed trousers transfigured to fit her better and messily tucks a white button-down into the high waistline.
And then he shows up and says today? TODAY?!
Lucienna huffs, glaring into the mirror above the dresser. She sweeps her hair into a messy bun at the back of her head, securing it again with the dark green ribbon from— well, sort of from— Severus. That makes her grin despite her welling anxiety.
It’s fine, She attempts to convince herself. Everything will be fine.
With a deep, calming breath she observes herself in the mirror as she neatly rolls her long sleeves up a bit. With brief consideration she pops a third button free— only to refasten and then unfasten it nearly a dozen more times.
This is ridiculous, she admonishes herself and lets the button loose one last time. With a long sigh, she sharply turns from her reflection and determinedly strides out of her room.
Severus is waiting at the end of the stairs with his back turned. He glances over his shoulder as he hears her approaching, doing a quick double-take before masking his expression and sharply turning to face her.
Damn. Should’ve stuck with two buttons.
Lucienna feels a blush creeping up her face.
“Those are definitely not Sirius’s clothes,” Severus remarks as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, his sharp gaze gliding down her figure.
“No, this is distinctly Remus,” Lucienna laughs. “Though this isn’t too different than a few outfits of my own.”
“It…” Severus abruptly clears his throat, “It suits you.”
Don’t you dare blush, bitch!
“Thank you,” she smiles up at him, definitely not feeling like she just plummeted of a cliff.
Severus gives a small smile before stepping back and moving to open the front door. “Shall we?” He asks, indicating for her to go first with a sweep of his arm.
Lucienna slips through the door and they both make their way across the street to the apparition point. Severus turns to face her and slips an arm around her waist, drawing her close.
“Do you think I’m not strong enough to hold on to your arm while we apparate?” She asks, narrowing her eyes at him.
“I wouldn’t want to take any chances,” he smirks. “It’s quite a large jump, you know.”
Lucienna looks down at her hands splayed against his firm chest as she tries to steady her breathing, then glances back up at him. “And the first time we apparated together?” She asks pointedly with an arched brow.
Lucienna holds her breath as several silent seconds pass, her eyes glued to his and looking for any hint of what he might be thinking. Then his arm tightens around her, his free hand coming up to grip her upper arm, and their hurtling through space.
Lucienna gasps for breath as they land in the middle of her small dorm room. “Goddamn,” She wheezes, clutching a hand to her chest. “I didn’t even know it was possible to apparate that long.”
“It isn’t for most,” Severus replies smugly. His arms fall back to his sides and he steps away from Lucienna to glimpse out the window.
Lucienna looks around her room. The other half belonging to her dorm mate that should be empty is in fact still full of her shit. “Fuck, of course,” she mutters. She goes to lock the door when it suddenly swings open, a pair of large blue eyes staring at her in shock.
Lucienna freezes.
The girl blinks. “Wha—“
“Get out.” Lucienna demands bitingly. The girl flinches and quickly scurries away. Lucienna sighs, closing her eyes to collect herself for a moment before turning back to Severus and meeting his questioning gaze. “My roommate,” she explains, turning back to shut and lock the door.
“You two seem close,” he smirks.
Lucienna snorts. “She’s a cunt.”
She jumps slightly as Severus barks a sudden laugh and gawks at the sight of his typically stoic mouth stretched into a wide smile. She can’t help but smile herself as his rich laughter runs a shiver down her spine. “That word sounds distinctly filthy in your accent,” He remarks once he’s recovered.
She gives an exasperated shake of her head and quickly turns from him to drag her trunk out from under her bed. She attempts to smother the deep thrill traveling dangerously lower down her abdomen at the word filthy dripped in such a voice as his.
“Alright,” she says determinedly, hands on her hips. “Let’s make this quick. Anything on this side of the room,” she gestures to the left with her hand, “goes in the trunk.”
Severus raises a brow in amusement. “I did not accompany you to help you pack.”
“Do you want to be here when Bitch Stacy comes back?” She asks bluntly, matching his arched brow with her own in challenge.
Severus sighs in defeat.
Lucienna and Severus begin tossing her belongings in the trunk. All the while, she wracks her brain for a discreet way to retrieve the mysterious item stashed under one of the loose floorboards. The feeling of Severus’s occasional eyeing pricks at her fraying nerves as the minutes go by.
“Is your abhorrence of Miss Stacy the reason for your reluctance to return here?” Severus asks as he carefully stacks her books into the trunk.
“I didn’t know she would be here for the summer,” Lucienna replies truthfully, though she is tempted to let him believe that a catty peer is the cause of her anxiety rather than explain the quite tangled truth of the matter. Lucienna keeps her eyes trained on her work as she methodically folds her clothes with her wand and sends them floating into her trunk. “I— there are others that I’m just not too keen on talking to right now,” she adds in a rush.
“A boy, then,” he probes, somewhere between a statement and a question.
Lucienna gives a tsk, shaking her head. “A bit too cliché, don’t you think?”
“I suppose you’re right,” Severus smirks.
Several moments of silence pass as they continue to pack. “It’s a woman,” Lucienna finally murmurs quietly. She fixes him with a sharp gaze as she reigns in the roiling emotions threatening to simmer back up to the surface. “Someone I thought I could trust, but… I think she might have had something to do with what happened to me in Italy.”
Lucienna is surprised by the gentleness in Severus’s eyes. “I understand,” he replies simply, resuming his task.
Lucienna sighs in relief and starts on clearing her desk when a frantic knocking sounds from the door.
“Luce! Luce, open up!” A familiar voice calls from outside.
She holds up a staying hand to Severus, now standing alert, and opens the door. A blur of wild blond curls immediately slams into her and Lucienna wraps her arms around her friend with a laugh.
“Ohmygod, Luce, I’m so happy to see you!” Her friend Callie exclaims, holding her tightly. Callie jerks back slightly, pinning Lucienna with a panicked look. “But you have to go. Your cow of a roommate went blabbing when she saw you and now—“ she glances back at Severus and then back to Lucienna, “she knows.”
The blood drains from Lucienna’s face as she nods curtly and throws her arms back around Callie with a quick hug. “I’m glad I got to see you,” she says with a squeeze before letting her go. “Can you stall her?”
“Already working on it!” Callie beams and darts out of the room.
Lucienna turns sharply, scanning the floor, and kneels to run her hands along the dark wood panels. “I need you to throw everything left in my trunk as fast as you possibly can,” she orders Severus, clawing at the edge of a panel with her nails.
“What—“
“No questions! Please.”
Severus promptly finishes packing everything away, shrinks her trunk, and slips it into his pocket as Lucienna fumbles around under the floorboards with one hand.
“Fuck, where is it?!” She hisses, yanking board after board up.
“Someone’s coming,” Severus warns as the sound of quick footsteps down the hall reaches them. “We should go.”
“I can’t leave without— no!” She yelps as Severus yanks her up by the elbow and pulls her against his side just as She appears in the doorway.
Time seems to freeze as Lucienna meets her gaze with wide eyes, not daring to breath. For a split second, no one moves.
Then Severus’s grip tightens around her waist. “Miss Fayne,” he whispers close to her ear.
Lucienna snaps back to attention, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. The woman before them takes a slow step forward, raising her hand in a staying motion.
With a swift wave of Lucienna’s hand, the floorboards between them shudder and explode with a great crack.
“Wait—!” The woman exclaims with an outstretched hand.
At the same time, Lucienna barely snags the necklace that comes flying from the splintered floor before she’s swept off her feet in a roiling cloud of black smoke. She shrieks, tightening her arms around Severus’s neck in a death grip as they hurtle through the window, glass shattering around them, and jet higher into the sky outside. In a matter of seconds, Lucienna is rattled by Severus touching ground again but she can barely open her eyes before she’s sucked into space as he apparates.
They hit the ground hard on the other side and Lucienna yelps as Severus loses his footing and sends them both toppling to the ground. He grunts in pain as she lands on top of him.
“Ouch,” she groans, lifting her head from his chest and squinting down at him.
They blink at each other, both in mild shock, and then simultaneously burst into laughter.
“You’re crazy,” she finally says, still shaking with laughter.
“Me?” He asks indignantly before smiling again. “You blew up your dorm room,” he continues, shaking his head. “And somehow without a wand.”
“You threw me through a window!”
“I didn’t throw you, I flew you.”
“You’ll have to teach me that trick,” she grins.
“Not a chance,” he quickly replies.
“It’s the least you owe me for nearly killing me.”
Severus raises a brow. “I aid you in escape and this is the thanks I get? Accusations and demands.”
Lucienna sighs dramatically and simply looks at him for a moment, her eyes flitting across his features. As her adrenaline begins to wane, their current position sinks into her senses, slowly igniting her flesh. His arms are still wrapped firmly around her, pressing her even firmer against him as she sprawls across him. Her heartbeat picks up again and she wonders if he can feel it against his chest. Lucienna raises a hand and gently brushes a lock of silky black hair away from his eyes that somehow seem darker than before.
“Thank you,” she murmurs softly.
Her breath catches as she feels his hand flex around her hip and her gaze drops to his parted lips.
Someone clears their voice nearby and they both jerk their heads to the side to see Remus standing across the street, hands stuffed awkwardly into his cardigan’s pockets.
“Just came to see if you two were alright,” he says, looking around uncomfortably as he rocks slightly on his feet.
Lucienna stumbles to her feet, followed quickly by Severus. “Yeah, just a rocky landing,” Lucienna replies, smoothing her hair down with one hand.
“Good, good… well, dinner is ready!” Remus blurts and scurries back into the house.
Lucienna is baffled as Severus brushes past her and strides toward the house. “Aren’t you coming?” He calls to her over his shoulder.
***
After dinner, Severus and Lucienna sit in the library. Severus mulls over the day as he pretends to read, occasionally shifting his gaze to watch the girl do the same as she sits curled into the corner of the sofa closest to his armchair. She fiddles with the strange necklace she was most desperate to retrieve earlier, her fingers idly smoothing over the deep red stone. The silver setting decorating its edges indicates that the pendant is quite old, Severus notes curiously.
He sighs heavily and sets his book down on the nearby side table, catching her attention. She raises a questioning brow as she also sets her book to the side.
“I don’t suppose you could tell me why you need that pendant so badly?” He asks bluntly.
She draws in a deep breath as she studies him for a moment. “To be honest, I don’t really know what it is. Here, come sit,” She says, straightening in her seat and patting the sofa next to her.
Severus moves to her side and waits expectantly.
“Hold your fingers close to it, but don’t touch it.”
He does as she asks, narrowing his eyes as he soon feels a pulse of powerful, old magic emanating from the pendant.
“It’s magical,” Severus muses, eyes wide. “And quite powerful.” He skims the surface with a fingertip and immediately jerks his hand back with a hiss.
Lucienna winces. “That happens when anyone else tries to touch it,” she explains. “I think… Well, I think it found me somehow.”
Severus leans a shoulder into the back of the sofa, eyes narrowed in thought. “Is this before or after you were a vampire?”
“Before.” Lucienna bites her lip contemplatively before continuing, “Is there any chance you could wait to tell Dumbledore about this?”
Severus considers her for a moment. I should tell Dumbledore, he thinks grudgingly. But something in him very much does not want to. He doesn’t want to break the tentative trust building between them. Severus wonders to himself when her trust began to actually matter to him rather than simply being a necessity to learn her secrets.
“I won’t tell Dumbledore. You have my word,” he says sincerely. He then tilts his head as her eyes widen. “You’re surprised.”
“I assumed you told him everything,” she replies quietly. “And we haven’t known each other long.”
“You’re not the only one with secrets,” he drawls, arching a brow.
“No, I suppose not,” Lucienna murmurs, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I think I might trust you anyway, though.”
“Hm,” Severus hums, his eyes narrowed in mock suspicion as he looks down his nose at her. He inches a bit closer as he rests his arm along the back of the sofa behind Lucienna. “You think?” He purrs in a low voice.
She shrugs playfully as she looks up at him, her body unconsciously leaning closer.
“Whatever must I do to prove my loyalty to you?” He whispers seductively, eyes falling to her mouth.
A pleasant shudder runs through Lucienna’s veins as his breath fans across her cheek. She knows his last words were mostly rhetorical, but the faint note of longing that laced his words rang true despite his intentions and ripped the air from her lungs.
“Trust me,” she breathes in reply, her eyelids growing heavy as he draws closer. Lucienna burns to finally close the small space between them as he grazes his nose down her cheek, teasing her.
Suddenly, he jerks away from her with a hiss and grasps his left arm.
“What’s wrong?” Lucienna asks in concern, placing a worried hand on his shoulder.
“I’m being summoned,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, already standing and striding past her to the door. “I must go.”
“Severus,” she calls as he reaches the threshold. She realizes she doesn’t know what to say that doesn’t sound utterly silly as he turns to look at her. “Be safe,” she ultimately says lamely, trying to keep her fear from reaching her imploring gaze. “Please,” she adds quietly.
His eyes widen briefly before he schools his expression and gives a curt nod, leaving her alone and reeling in the library.
***
Lucienna tosses and turns in her bed that night for what feels like hours. She wishes she would have asked Severus to send word once he is safe but he would probably consider it an imposition, she quickly surmises. Countless scenarios of what he might be going through play through her mind, each one darker than the last. They follow her into her dreams when she finally falls into a restless sleep, gruesome images branding themselves to the backs of her eyelids.
Hours of torment pass until she bolts upright in her bed, sweating and panting, after being jolted awake by a terrifyingly realistic nightmare of blood squelching through her fingers as she clutches a bloodied and beaten Severus to her chest. She runs a shaky hand through her hair as she calms her breathing and waves a hand to light the candles littered around the room. Pulling her wand out from under her pillow, she casts a tempus charm to see that it’s only 2 am. Groaning at that, she throws the quilt aside and tiptoes downstairs to get a glass of water— or something a bit stronger, if she can find it.
She pauses just before the threshold of the kitchen, the faint buzz of a muffling spell humming in her ears. Puzzled, she peeks her head around slowly. She stifles a gasp with her hand as she sees Severus sitting at the end of the table, his chair turned out to the side. His face is turned away from her as he stares blankly into the lit hearth at the back of the room.
“Severus,” Lucienna announces herself quietly as she steps into the kitchen.
Startled, he jerks his head in her direction. Lucienna’s eyes widen as she takes in his haggard form, his black eyes lifeless. “Don’t call me that,” he demands coldly, tossing back the rest of his drink.
“Are you alright?” She asks with a sigh, snagging the bottle of whiskey near his glass and taking a large gulp. She sets it back down with a grimace. “Sick,” she mutters.
Severus snorts. “I’m fine. Luckily for me, it was just a revel,” he spits, pinning her with a stony gaze. He leans forward to prop his elbows on his knees and scrubs his face with his hands. “Now leave,” he orders.
“No.”
“I don’t want to see you,” he bites out, his face still buried in his hands.
Lucienna moves to stand in front of him and gently tugs on one of his wrists until he looks up at her. “Then why did you come here?” She challenges, searching his dark gaze. A flash of pain crosses his face before his expression hardens.
He jolts to a stand and seizes her wrists in a firm grip. “Don’t.” He growls, pulling her closer.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t look at me like I’m not the most vile human being you’ve ever laid eyes upon,” He seethes, shaking her by the wrists.
Lucienna shakes her head, “You’re not. Severus—“
“You don’t know that!” He bellows as he swiftly releases her to grab hold of the whiskey bottle, hurling it into the hearth.
Lucienna jumps as the glass shatters against the stones but holds her ground. “You are not vile, Severus.” She repeats firmly. He slowly advances toward her, drawing close as his chest heaves with anger and forces her to move backward. She raises her chin and holds his steely gaze. “You’re a brave man who others ask too much of,” she says with as much determination as she can muster. “Who punishes himself for what he is asked to bear for the good of others— for doing what you must to survive, Severus.”
Lucienna’s back hits the wall and Severus cages her in with his arms. “You don’t know that,” he says in a broken whisper, resting his forehead against her shoulder.
“I do,” she replies softly in his ear, her voice catching. She draws her hands up to his sides, gripping the white fabric of his button-down tightly with her fists and pulling him closer. “And you should too.”
Several seconds of silence pass and she relaxes a bit when she hears his breathing even out somewhat.“I didn’t become a Death Eater for survival,” he finally murmurs in a gruff voice.
“Everything we do is for survival, in one way or another… People do what they have to, to take what they need,” she replies, running a soothing hand down his back.
Severus turns his head into the crook of her neck. “I’ve done unspeakable things,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across her exposed neck.
“I know.”
He presses into her and Lucienna holds her breath as she waits for him to speak again. Her pulse spikes as she feels Severus graze his lips against her neck. “I’ve killed people, Lucienna,” he says, his dark voice rumbling against her chest.
“So have I,” she murmurs breathlessly, flushed by the sound of her name falling from his mouth. Her eyelids flutter closed as his hands move to her hips. A quiet gasp escapes her as he presses his lips to her neck. A heady heat builds under her flesh as his hot mouth blazes a path up her neck and down her jaw until he stops just before her mouth and then rests his forehead against hers.
His long fingers wrap around her neck as he places a hand to her throat. “And I’ll do it again… and again,” he purrs. “If I must.”
Lucienna tilts her head back, grazing his cheek with the tip of her nose as she whispers, “So will I.”
Severus slams his lips against hers in a bruising kiss with a deep groan, his grip tightening around her neck as he wraps his other arm around her waist and crushes her against him. She moans against his mouth as he thrusts his knee between her legs, pressing his thigh firmly against her throbbing center and claiming her mouth with a dominant lave of his tongue as soon as her lips part. She can feel his hard length pressing into her hip and arches into him as she hooks a leg around his waist, desperate to soothe the growing ache between her thighs. The hand around her throat moves to caress up her raised thigh, slipping under her long sleep shirt. He skims his fingers along the scarce band of her underwear before sliding his hand back to firmly palm her bare cheek, grinding hard against her. She wraps both legs around him as he grabs her ass with both hands and lifts her to carry her to the table, their lips never parting as he rolls his tongue languidly over hers. The chair he sat in earlier skitters across the floor as he kicks it out of the way and sets her down on the edge of the table. Lucienna rakes her fingers through his hair, rolling her hips against his erection, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hips as he swallows her wanton moan. A hand roams up her side then, rucking her shirt up and leaving a scorching trail prickling across her skin. He stops his hand just below her breast and she nips at his bottom lip in impatience. She can feel him grin against her mouth before brushing his thumb teasingly against the painfully hard peak of her nipple. A desperate heat pools in her lower abdomen and she arches into him in encouragement, begging him silently to touch her. She whimpers as he flicks his thumb across her breast again before finally palming her flesh. Groaning, his lips move up her jaw and to her neck, kissing and laving at her sensitive skin there as he rolls her nipple firmly between his fingers. He suddenly gives a sharp tug, wrenching a moan from her as the pleasurable sting travels straight to her clit.
Lucienna nudges him back with a hand and quickly throws her shirt off over her head.
Severus tugs her close again by her hips, kneading her flesh as his gaze, dark and molten with lust, rakes down her bared skin. He dips his head back to her neck, nipping the tender spot behind her ear as he massages her other breast. Meanwhile, Lucienna fumbles with the buttons of his shirt for a moment before giving up and wrenching his shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor around them.
He huffs a laugh as her hands roam across his firm chest. “So impatient,” he husks against her ear.
“Yes,” she replies in a ragged whisper, sliding her hands down his abdomen before gripping his waist and grinding against him. Lucienna gasps softly as he threads his fingers through her her hair and wrenches her head back with one hand. She clings to his shoulders for support as his teeth sink into the soft spot between her neck and shoulder before he soothes it with a caress of his tongue.
Severus’s other hand slides down her front and a carnal groan rumbles through his chest as he cups her pussy, pressing his fingertips into the soaked fabric at her center. “So wet for me,” he murmurs sinfully before nipping her earlobe.
“Fuck, yes,” she moans breathlessly, nails digging into his shoulders.
Waves of scorching heat pulse through her as he pulls her head back further, making her arch her chest upwards, and he nuzzles her breast with his nose as his other hand massages her clothed pussy with just enough friction to drive her mad.
“Should I touch you?” He whispers, his warm breath teasing across her nipple.
“Oh god, yes, please,” she begs, thrusting into his hand. “Fuck,” she whimpers, spreading her legs farther apart as his hand dips into her underwear, his fingers sliding across her throbbing clit before briefly dipping into her entrance and then back up to move in slow, tight circles. A guttural moan is ripped from her lungs as his hot mouth closes over her nipple. He groans and sucks it harder into his mouth.
Lucienna clutches his head to her chest as deep shivers of pleasure build in her flesh. “Yes, harder, just like that,” she breathes, rolling her hips against his hand.
Suddenly, they both freeze at the sound of clomping footsteps coming down the stairs. “Shit!” Lucienna groans as Severus quickly straightens and they both look around frantically. She hops off the table and yanks on her shirt, vanishing the scattered buttons with a wave of her hand. “Go hide in there,” Lucienna orders, pushing Severus toward the storage room at the back of the kitchen.
Just as he disappears out of sight, Lucienna whirls around to see a bleary-eyed Sirius trudging into the kitchen, his slippers shuffling noisily against the floor. He stops in his tracks when he spots her and blinks.
“What are you doing up?” He asks.
She leans a hip against the table to appear casual. “I couldn’t sleep. I came down for some water,” she explains, indicating to the glass that had been knocked over on the table earlier.
Sirius narrows his eyes and picks up the glass, giving it a sniff. “Smells like whiskey to me,” he challenges, raising his brows.
Lucienna blinks. “Like I said, I couldn’t sleep.”
“Why are you all sweaty and red?”
“Because I was drinking,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“What happened to the chair? And where’s the bottle?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! I threw it in the fire! Now go back to bed!” She exclaims, sharply raising an arm and pointing to the door. She moves toward him to shuffle him out.
“I just came down to get water,” he grumbles, dragging his feet.
“Are you a wizard or not? Conjure some. Now off with you, sweet dreams.”
Lucienna listens to him climb the stairs and sighs. Severus is standing in front of the fire when she turns around, his shirt magically fixed from her rough handling before. “So…” she says uncertainly, as she moves to stand in front of him.
“I should go,” he says. He grins as she sighs and nods her head. Stepping close to her, he cups her cheek and brushes his lips gently against hers. “Goodnight, Lucienna,” he murmurs.
She smiles warmly up at him, “Goodnight, Severus.” He steps back and with a pinch of floo powder, he disappears.
She stifles the urge to laugh incredulously until she makes it to her room.
What the actual fuck am I going to do now?