How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

Just wanted to let you know the fic has not been abandoned, I've just started a new job with crazy hours and my writing time is nearly nil. Thanks for your patience.


Max picked up his cell phone on the first ring, recognizing Sev's distinct ring tone immediately. "Hey, what's going on? I have a patient waiting," he said, cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear as he leafed through the file of the person he was about to see.

"If you can, please put that patient aside; I have an emergency downstairs. Jason has taken a bit of a spill," Severus stated, not even greeting Max. "Montgomery is here but he informs me that he has a vested interest in Jason and you are his physician."

Max motioned to his nurse and handed her the file. "Is he conscious? Bleeding?" he asked as he picked up his notepad.

Severus leaned around the corner and peered into his office, watching Montgomery and Jason. Richard was bent over Jason and he couldn't see any movement from either man. "I don't see any blood and Montgomery still has him lying on the floor, so he may be conscious but I'm not certain."

"You said Montgomery is there, right?" Max asked as he closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Have him do vitals and a quick evaluation."

Severus walked into his office, bending down next to Jason and Montgomery. "Max would like you to evaluate him; he's with a patient." He pressed the speakerphone button on his cell.

"I don't have any equipment with me but I can do a visual," Richard murmured and ran his hand over Jason's brow. Next he took Jason's pulse, counting that out silently. Lifting Jason's eyelids, he watched his pupils' dilate and contract. "Everything is within the normal range. I don't think he's got a concussion but he'll most likely have a knot on the back of his head. Whatever that person told him on the phone just shocked him and he passed out."

"Max...Did you hear that?" Severus inquired.

"I did. Is he awake now?" Max asked frowning as he listened.

Jason groaned, his eyelids fluttering and he lifted his hand to his forehead. "Ow... Somebody get the license to that Mac truck. That was a hit and run."

"Don't move just yet, Jason." Richard breathed a sigh of relief and placed a hand on Jason's chest.

Severus smirked. "He's coming around now, Max. Would you like us to bring him upstairs?"

"Yes, but let him get his composure back. If you can, get him to eat and drink something. I'd come down, but I have to see this patient," Max said. "Bring him up and just take him directly to room four."

"Thank you, Max, he'll be arriving shortly." Severus turned off his phone and looked down at Jason, smirking slightly. "Mr Summers, I do believe I told you there would be no babies born in this shop. That includes my office. Would you care to explain your actions?"

Jason shook his head, grimacing at a lingering headache. "Got some news I wasn't expecting," he muttered as he got to his feet slowly. "I'm alright."

Richard watched Jason as he got to his feet then looked at Severus. "I'm going to assume Sorens wants to see him."

Severus nodded at Richard then eyed Jason. "I do hope everything is well, Jason. Max would like you to eat something and then proceed directly upstairs. I'll have your insurance information ready by that time."

He gestured to the table. "Let me get Harry and we can all have lunch then."

Jason rolled his eyes as he looked out the back window of the workroom; he really hated it when everyone fussed too much over nothing. "I figured Doctor Sorens would want to see me. I'll use my lunch hour, Professor," he said as he accepted the bottle of milk Harry had held out to him. "Thanks."

Severus walked around to his desk and sat down in his chair, clearing his throat as he passed plates to everyone. "Mister Summers, I would like you to know that after the mistakes I just rectified, I do not want to be taking any chances." He looked up at Jason. "You are a valued employee and a friend of Harry's, Jason. This episode is not something to be taken lightly. This is yours and your children's health of which we are speaking. If you are going to be unable to continue your duties, then we need to place you on Paternity leave as soon as possible."

Jason stopped, horrified at what the man had just said. "Wait a minute, Professor, I can still work," he protested as he set the paper plate he'd been handed to the side. "I'll be right back."

Heading towards the back door, he was muttering under his breath about the fact he wasn't a layabout and could work just as hard as any man in that room and by Merlin he'd prove it if he had to.

Severus stared after Jason, stunned, and Richard shook his head. "Excuse me a moment." He squeezed out of the office, following Jason to the back of the store.

"Jason, slow down! Stop for just a minute!"

Jason turned, one hand on the doorknob. "What? I have to go upstairs."

"I know you do." Richard placed one hand on Jason's arm. "Why don't you come back and eat first, like Doctor Sorens mentioned then go up and see him? I don't think Mister Snape was implying anything; he was just concerned for you."

"You don't understand, Richard, but I'll eat," Jason said as he shrugged and then pursed his lips. "I want to talk to Doc too, he owes me an explanation."

Letting go of the door knob, Jason allowed Richard to usher him back to the others and seat him on one of the folding chairs that had been pulled around the desk.

Frowning slightly and wondering what Greg had done now, Richard settled himself beside Jason. He began to prepare himself a plate and passed the dishes around the desk, only half-listening to the chatter of the others.

Jason quickly ate his food, crumpling the plate as he finished. "Thank you for lunch, Professor," he said as he pushed his chair back awkwardly. Though he hated to admit it, food had been a good idea and it had allowed him a few minutes to think about the phone call he'd received.

Gods! To think that the gallery had actually sold any of his work, let alone every piece and at such sums. Surely there was a mistake, there had to be. But... if there wasn't, he was going to have to figure out a way to get there to pick up the monies owed to him and to do it while this pregnant and not be detected.

Jason gave everyone a smile. "I'll be back shortly."

Severus looked up at Jason, arching a brow at him. "There was no need to rush. Your job is secure, Jason, I told you this before. Take the time you need and be certain that you are able to return to work."

Richard set his plate aside and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Would you like me to go with you?"

Jason nodded to Severus and then looked at Richard. "Sure. I mean if you want to you can," he said, a shy smile playing over his lips. "You may need to keep me from killing Doc later anyhow."

Richard's eyebrows climbed to his hairline. "Do I want to know?"

He turned to Severus and Harry. "Thank you for lunch, it was delicious. I'll bring Jason back down once Doctor Sorens is finished with him."

Richard offered Jason his arm and smiled at him. "Shall we?"

Jason ignored Richard's arm and took his hand instead. "Your friend has been poking around in my past, making it so people can find me," he said under his breath as he opened the back door and stepped out into the cold air. "Come on, I'll explain after I kill him."

Leading the way Jason re-entered the building at a different door and took what at one time had been the servant's staircase, but now served the staff. Doctor Sorens' was on the third floor, but Jason didn't mind, he needed the exercise.

"I may have to go to D.C. and I don't know how I'm going to manage it. It's dealing with Muggles," Jason said as he reached the second landing and paused for a moment before continuing up.

Richard sucked in a breath, whistling softly as he listened to Jason talk. "Are you certain? I mean, I wouldn't put it past Gregory to meddle; he excels at it. Got it from his mother. But never mind that now. Why do you have to go to D.C.?"

Jason stopped on the third riser from the top and looked down at the other man. "I told you I painted, right? Well the call was from a gallery owner that I had given some of my shit to so he could show it, sell it, line the bird cage with it, whatever," he said with a wave of his hand in the air.

"He sold it. Every fucking piece and I have to go there to collect the check because he won't send a sum that large by courier."

Richard gave Jason a wide grin and stepped up onto the riser, wrapping his arms around him. He squeezed Jason gently then pressed a kiss to his temple. Stepping back, he looked down at him. "Jason, that's fantastic! Congratulations! I mean... that is good news, isn't it?"

Jason smiled at Richard; after all, it was good news, just very unexpected. "It is, but I don't like people knowing where I'm at. Todd knew my work was there and they knew we were a couple. I don't want to have him show up with his hand out or trying to take custody of the babies," he explained, biting his lip as he considered the scenario. Todd was a mooching son of a bitch that would show up with his hand out.

Richard made a face, and a sudden tightness filled his chest. He'd heard very little about Jason's former lover and the more he did hear, the less he wanted to know. A hard knot formed in his stomach as Jason's words ran though his mind and the mere thought of the other man coming near Jason or the two unborn children he carried filled him with righteous anger.

"He wouldn't dare," Richard growled softly and met Jason's eyes. "If Gregory has led him to you, then Gregory can guarantee it that he won't ever bother you again. I know he can do it. In fact, I'll make certain that he does it."

Jason took a long look at the expression on Richard's face and then nodded. "Good," was all he said as he took the man's hand and held it tightly. The last thing he wanted was for Todd to show up and ruin everything he had right now, and he didn't want to be bailing Richard out of jail for beating the bastard up either. "Come on cowboy; let's go see what the doctor has to say."

"Sorens first, Jason. You need to tell him about the multiples and this episode. Let him do a thorough check-up. We'll speak with Gregory later." Richard squeezed Jason's hand, his entire body settling at the contact. He knew exactly what was happening, these wild emotions and sensations. He reached for the door, ushering Jason into the quiet hallway, and found that he was quite content to let the bond continue to form, unimpeded, between him and Jason.

Reaching behind him as he went through the door, Jason grasped Richard's hand once again and held it without thinking as Jennifer looked up and motioned him to the room Max had mentioned.

"Thanks," Jason said as he started to heft his bulk up onto the exam table and looked at Richard standing in the doorway. "You can stay if you want."

Smiling, Richard moved over to the chair beside the exam table. Sprawling down, his long legs stretched out in front of him and ankles crossed, he then offering his hand to Jason. "Thanks. I'll be quiet and not interrupt."

~*~
Not long after Max had examined him, Jason sat in the man's office and waited for Doctor Sorens to come in to speak to him. He was worried that he'd done something to harm his unborn babies in his ignorance and vowed to himself that he'd do the best he could by them now.

Looking up at the sound of the door opening, Jason gave Max a nervous smile. "Doctor."

Max breezed through the door of his office and settled himself behind his desk, tossing Jason's chart on top. He eyed him for a long moment and shook his head before speaking. "Despite your irregular check-ups, and late prenatal care in the beginning, you aren't in too bad of shape. I'm still waiting on the results of a few blood tests to come back from the lab. However, a couple of things I did notice were that you do have high blood pressure and you are slightly underweight. We're going to try and control that with diet, you are too close to delivery to do anything else, so it might just straighten out on its own after pregnancy. I want you to have an ultrasound as well so we can get a better idea about just how close you are to delivering. Multiples are notorious for coming early and I want us both to be prepared for that. Do you have any questions about any of that which I just told you?"

"But they're okay, right? The babies are alright?" Jason asked, his hands settling nervously on his belly. "My dad has high blood pressure, so maybe it's hereditary for me."

Max nodded. "As far as I can tell, just looking with the magi-scan, mind you, their size and their heartbeats are within the normal ranges for the gestational period. An ultrasound will give us a better, clearer picture."

He flipped open Jason's chart and made a notation. "As for your pressure, it could be hereditary or not. People carrying multiples tend to be at risk for more complications, and high blood pressure is usually one of the more common symptoms from the stress of the pregnancy."

Max looked up at Jason and smiled. "What we can do is control it with diet, exercise and reduce the stress. Lighten your workload down at the shop, and yes, that means I'll allow you to go back to work but under some restrictions. You understand that?"

Jason nodded as he listened. "What about going home? Can I go home?" he asked as he thought of the things he needed to do to get ready for two babies.

"I'm not going to admit you to Blue Ridge, if that's what you're asking. Just a few more instructions for you then you are free to go." Max smiled at Jason again. "I would like you to wear a foetal monitor for a few days until we get the ultrasound done. Multiples tend to be born prematurely just because of the strain on the body. The monitor will give us some more information on the foetuses. Doctor Corrican is our Neo-natalist and he'll be the one taking care of the newborns, should you go in to labour early. Doctor Montgomery should also be able to help explain what the readouts mean and it might help ease your mind and reduce some of your stress as well. How does that sound?"

"That's all good, but I want to know if I can go back to my home, not theirs. I've been there long enough," Jason said leaning forward in his chair. "And I need to know if I can travel. I have to go somewhere, it's important."

Max rubbed his chin as he thought. "I don't mean to delve into your business, but I heard about Damon and Sev going up the mountain to dig you out of the snow. I wouldn't be going back into that alone. If you can stay in or closer to town, I'd highly suggest you do that instead. In fact, I wouldn't be going off anywhere by yourself from now until you deliver, for safety's sake. But, I suppose you can still travel, at least for another month. Take it easy; go with a companion and only by Muggle means. I also want to see you back in here every two weeks for a check up."

Jason started to protest that he couldn't afford to stay in town and then shut his mouth. He could afford it and maybe Richard would think about staying with him some of the time.

"Driving to D.C. would be alright then?" he asked as he made mental note to look in the paper for a place to live as soon as he was off of work that day.

Max chuckled. "I suppose, if that's where you want to go. Make certain you stop frequently to get out of the car and walk around a bit. Now as for going back to work; no standing on your feet for longer than three hours. Take a ten or fifteen minute break and eat something. Put your feet up for a few minutes and that should help with any swelling. No lifting anything, and I mean anything, over five pounds. I'll have a word with Sev about you and Harry both. And I think that's about it." He shook his finger at Jason. "Get the ultrasound scheduled, the foetal monitor on you and be back here in two weeks. Jennifer will set you up with all of that before you leave the office today."

"Do I take more vitamins?" Jason asked suddenly as he tried to think of everything he was worried he'd forgotten. "And they're both boys right? I mean, I still have erections so they're both boys? And... can I have sex?"

Max smiled at Jason and chuckled again as he pulled out his script pad, scribbling down the formula. "Keep taking your same vitamin potion but I want you to eat more smaller, better balanced meals. Indulge any cravings you might have within reason. The foetuses are going to start gaining weight, and in turn, you will as well." He looked up as he passed Jason the prescription. "From what I could see, yes, they are both boys. Intercourse is allowed so long as it is still comfortable for you. Anything else you can think of?"

Jason chewed on his lip, making a face as he tried to think of anything he'd forgotten. "That hole's going to come, right? There's a dent there now."

"The indention appears to be deepening, so I am going to say that by the time your labour begins, the canal will be fully formed. I'll have the radiology tech take a look while they are doing the ultrasound to be certain everything is as it should be on the inside."

"Okay," Jason said as he got to his feet. "Thanks for letting me come in today. The Professor said I have insurance now, so an ultrasound will be nice."

Max stood and walked over to the door, opening it for Jason. "Anytime, Jason, I'm just sorry it took something like that fall to get you up here. Just be careful from now on and don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it. You take care of yourself and those babies. You've got the office and the hospital number, correct?"

"I do, Doctor Sorens," Jason said as he walked through the door and smiled at Richard who was leaning against the wall opposite the door.

"Hey you, ready to go back downstairs?" he asked reaching out for Richard's hand once more without thinking.

Richard smiled and took Jason's hand, bending down to press a kiss to his temple. "Everything is all right, I take it?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah, I have to take it easy and he wants me to live in town," he said as he headed back towards the staircase he'd climbed earlier. "Guess I need to go house hunting."

Richard arched an eyebrow. "Just like that? You are going to move into town?" He opened the door for Jason." Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I have to be close, the doctor said the babies would probably come early and I shouldn't be alone," he said as he paused and looked up at Richard. "I'd be mighty proud to have you help me if you wouldn't mind."

Richard stared at Jason, blinking stupidly at him. "You want me to stay with you? You'd accept my help now?" he asked breathlessly. The information that Sorens had given Jason about the pregnancy was correct, and he heard it. The physician in him registered it, and those facts settled something on the inside that Jason and the children were well. However, all that stuck with him was that Jason was actually stepping back, giving into his Texas-sized pride and asking for help.

Shrugging as if it had been his idea all along, Jason turned and headed down the narrow staircase. "I got a raise from the Professor and that money from the gallery, so I guess I can afford a little place here in town now. If you'd like to stay with me, you'd be welcome."

He should have known it was something like that. Grinning from ear to ear and shaking his head, Richard followed Jason down the stairs. He caught up with him and slipped his hand into Jason's. "I would very much like to stay with you, Jason, and if you still need to make that trip to D.C., I think I could see my way into accompanying you in that endeavour as well."

"Yeah, I need to. He said I can travel for up to a month, but only by Muggle means and I have to have someone with me just in case something happens. I don't know how to hide this from Maurice though," Jason said as he rubbed a hand over his belly. "I don't know if a concealing spell would work now or be too much for the babies."

"Yes, Muggle means to get around are often prescribed in the last trimester," Richard hummed as he thought about what Jason said. He stopped on the landing and looked at Jason, turning him this way and that, then grinned. "Something you said the other night has given me an idea. How do you feel about playing up a "sickness"?

"What do you mean?" Jason asked as he opened the door that led to the parking lot for the employees and then opened the door to the back of the shop.

"You once told me that magic sometimes went wild on the mountain, so many people are used to doing things the Muggle way. I say we use that thinking to our advantage. A bit of Muggle make-up to make your colouring off, a wheel chair and a blanket thrown over your lap to cover up the bulge," Richard pointed to himself. "Add in one personal physician and you have yourself one very sick artist and travelling companion."

Jason bit his lip thoughtfully for a moment, trying to see any flaws in the plan. "Do you really think you can hide this with a blanket?" he asked as he waved his hand over his belly. "Do you think a charmed blanket maybe?"

The idea had merit and he couldn't see much wrong other than worrying that his belly wouldn't be hidden well.

Richard eyed him then nodded slowly. "I think we could make it work and that's an excellent idea. We could charm the blanket with a variety of spells to take the focus off your stomach."

"I'll see when my next day off is. Do you think we can get there and back in one day?" Jason asked as he picked up his apron and put the strap over his neck.

Richard shrugged as he reached out to tie Jason's apron strings. "I don't know about that. I'd have to check the mileage, the road conditions and how many times we need to stop for you to take a break. I won't rush the trip if it puts you in danger. It also depends on how long we are in D.C. and how much time we have to spend at the place you need to go."

He ran the back of his hand along Jason's cheek. "I want you to take it easy this afternoon as well. You scared the living daylights out of me," he whispered.

"I was alright until he called," Jason murmured, closing his eyes at Richard's touch and sighing softly. "It was just a shock; I never in a million years thought anything would come of those paintings."

Richard hummed as he threaded his fingers through Jason's hair and bent to press his lips Jason's forehead. "I don't see why not. I'm certain you are a very talented artist. Congratulations once again, Jason." He straightened and smiled at Jason. "I'll pick you up at the regular time this evening then?"

"Yeah, that'll be good, I'll be waiting out front so you don't need to pull in the back," Jason said as he smiled up at the man and then started towards the front of the store; Harry would surely need a break by now.

Richard watched Jason go then smiled and waved to Harry as he turned to leave.

Harry blushed as he realized Richard had caught him watching and turned back to straighten up the counter. He glanced up at Jason and smiled at him. "Hey, Jason. So... are you well?" he dropped his voice to a whisper and looked back at the door to Severus's lab then at Jason. "How are the twins?"

Jason watched Richard go before he turned back to Harry. "Doctor Sorens said that the twins seemed to be fine and I need to take better care of myself," he said as he turned and picked up the dusting cloth. "Did you need a break or anything now that I'm back?"

Harry blew out a breath and shook his head. "I'm glad you and the boys are well. It's been pretty slow this afternoon and I've already stocked the few potions Sev brewed this morning, so I am all right for now." He smiled at Jason and reached out to pat a stool. "Severus brought you this so you can sit with me behind the counter and he wanted to see you when you returned from your appointment."

"Thanks, Harry," Jason said a genuine smile of appreciation on his face as he saw the stool. "Is the Professor busy? I'll go talk to him now."

Harry leaned forward, glancing at the lab door again. "I don't think so. The lab door is open a bit. Just give him a knock and see if he'll speak with you."

"Alright. I have to see if I can have a few days off as well. I have to go to D.C. soon," Jason said as he grinned at Harry. "And I have to find a new place to live as well."

Taking the few steps to the lab door, Jason knocked twice. "Professor, Harry said you wanted to speak to me."

Severus glanced up from the potions recipe book, stood and walked to the door of the lab. Pulling open the door, he looked down at Jason then nodded. "Mr Summers, yes, let us speak in my office for a moment." He led the way, holding the door for Jason.

Nodding, Jason followed his employer into his small office. "Yes sir?"

Severus settled behind his desk and steepled his fingers in front of his face, preparing himself for the mental battle with Jason about his work schedule. Max had phoned and explained a few details about both Harry and Jason to him, prompting Severus to seriously consider his options about the two pregnant men. Taking a deep breath, he began. "Jason, Max telephoned me after your appointment and suggested that with the impending arrival of the children, that neither you, nor Harry for that matter, should be lifting, standing, or doing anything of a strenuous nature for long periods of time. Therefore, I have decided to reduce your duties and scheduled hours."

Silent, Jason only looked at the man, waiting to hear the worst as his face paled.

"Are you well?" Severus arched a brow at Jason and turned in his chair, reaching into the small fridge and retrieving a bottle of water then passing it to Jason. He hurried to continue his explanation, hoping to reassure him. "I want you to understand that this does not mean I am retracting your salary or benefits. It is merely a precautionary measure to ensure the safety and health of you, Harry and the children the two of you carry."

"I'm alright, I just didn't know what you were going to say," Jason said softly as he took the water. "What will my new schedule be?"

Severus eyed Jason for a moment then nodded, clearing his throat before he continued. "Four days a week in the afternoon until closing and all day on the Saturdays, we have our rotation for hospital duty. You'll be working the register, some light cleaning and restocking but no more lifting. Are we clear, Jason?"

Jason closed his eyes for a moment, biting his tongue to quiet his protests. "Yes sir. When does the schedule start?" he asked, proud of himself for not sounding bitter at his loss of income.

Severus arched an eyebrow, again eyeing Jason and wondering about the quiet acquiescence. "Next week for the scheduling, the light duties immediately. As I said earlier, there will be no babies born in this shop, from either one of you." He smiled at Jason.

"Professor... I hate to ask you this, but I need a few days off. I need to go take care of some business," Jason said as he leaned back in the chair he'd sat down on. "I might need a day to move as well."

Severus stared at Jason, wondering where his cynical employee had gone. He shook his head. "I see no reason why the days can't be granted. When did you need them?"

"I need to figure it out with Richard, but it will be soon. I won't be able to travel much longer," Jason said with a shrug and then looked the man in the eye. "I wanted to thank you Professor for everything you and Harry have done for me."

Once more, Severus was hard pressed not to let his jaw drop at the change in Jason's attitude. "You are most welcome, Jason, however there is no need for thanks." He smiled at Jason. "You are a valuable employee and a good friend to Harry. We are both glad to have made your acquaintance."

Jason didn't think he was much of a friend to anyone and said so. "Sir, it's kind of hard to be friends with your boss," he said softly. "Things can get weird."

Severus shrugged. "Be that as it may, Jason, I still appreciate the kindness you have shown towards Harry, especially as of late."

"Not a problem Professor," Jason murmured and sipped from his bottle of water. "I was wondering, who's going to be doing the stocking now?"

"I have someone that will be arriving next week to work a mid-shift. They will be doing the stocking from now on."

Jason nodded, understanding the need the man had to make sure his shop continued to run smoothly. "I'll talk to Rich tonight and let you know what days I'll need," he said as he got to his feet, ready to go back to work.

Severus nodded and stood as well. "Harry will show you the changes I have made for the two you at the counter." He eyed Jason for a moment. "I do expect you to abide by the requirements, Jason. I meant what I said about you being a hardworking and valued employee, and want you to return after your paternity leave, if that is your choice."

"I'll listen Professor, don't worry," Jason said earnestly, putting his hands over his belly protectively and then grunting as he was kicked.

Severus smirked as he gestured for Jason to precede him out of the office. "Yes, well, I hope so. If you won't listen to me, at least there is someone who will let their displeasure with you be known."

~*~
Harry stirred the soup in the pot on his stove, smiling as the aroma was something pleasant and not like any of Severus' potions. He was following a recipe that Draco had given him by Floo and was still surprised to find that the man seemed to know what he was talking about.

Moving from the stove to the refrigerator, Harry poured himself a glass of milk and thought about the day's events. Jason had given them a scare and he was worried that Severus may do something rash.

"Husband, would you like anything to drink?" Harry asked as he stood in the kitchen doorway and looked at Severus in the living room with a book he'd been reading.

Severus looked up from his book and stared at Harry for a moment. He laid the text Montgomery had given him aside and beckoned Harry closer. "Come here, little one," he murmured and patted his lap, still watching Harry. "I'm fine for the moment and can wait until supper is ready."

Harry moved across their living room, glaring at a few packing boxes that still remained pushed into one corner. It seemed that he either didn't have the time to unpack them or didn't know what to do with the contents.

Sitting down on Severus' lap and making himself comfortable, Harry leaned back and smiled in content. "The soup will be ready soon, I think."

Severus nodded as he adjusted Harry on his lap and tucked him under his chin. He rested his hand on Harry's stomach, running his palm back and forth over the swell. "It smells wonderful, Harry." He smiled before pressing a kiss to Harry's fragrant hair and sighed, just revelling in the sensation of being close to Harry and their child.

"You didn't tire yourself out today, did you?" he asked softly as he ran his eyes over the twinkling tree in the corner of their living room. Already there were presents under the decorated boughs that he'd not noticed this morning and he wondered when Harry'd had the time to place them there.

Harry shook his head honestly. He'd taken the day easy even with Jason being out for most of the afternoon.

"I'm alright. When did you put those out?" Harry asked as he realized there were gifts under their tree.

Severus arched an eyebrow. "I've not had time to play Father Christmas. I thought you had done so whilst I was not looking." He grinned and bent over Harry's shoulder, peering at the gifts under the tree. "If it wasn't you then it must have been Grant, although I don't know why he put them here... unless they are for Damon." He snorted and shook his head. "That sneaky little man. I wondered how he was going to keep Da out of the tree this year."

Harry's eyes widened as he thought about telling the older man to stay out of the presents. "Damon's going to go through me like I'm not even there. I can already tell he's a shaker, isn't he?" Harry said with a shake of his head and a laugh.

Severus chuckled. "No... Grant will chew him up one side and down the other before that happens, Pet. It's a game to them but I'll make certain he won't get you involved. Besides Damon's worse than a shaker. I've seen him go so far as to open the gifts then spell them wrapped again. Grant's forever trying to surprise him." He shook his head again and ran his hand over Harry's tummy. "Three or four years ago, Grant had Max and I booby-trap the presents to give Damon a small shock if he so much as even tried to peel back the tape on one."

Harry laughed. "Molly did that one year as well. Poor Charlie didn't know what hit him," he said, placing his hands over Severus'. "You'll stay out of the prezzies, won't you? Or do I need to hide them somewhere else?"

"There's no need to resort to tricks here, Harry. I may shake one or two out of curiosity but for the most part I can wait." Severus twined their fingers and kissed the top of Harry's head. "Besides I'd much rather watch you and the others open the gifts." He sighed and leaned back on the sofa, settling Harry in his lap once more. He picked up his wand and aimed it at the fireplace, starting a pleasant blaze in the hearth. He lowered the lights in the room, letting the decorations and fire illuminate the area.

Sighing in contentment, Severus closed his eyes for a moment, just cuddling Harry, and Reganne by proxy.

Breathing slowly, Harry thought about what Severus had said, a warm feeling growing in his breast as he realized he'd never have to be alone for the holidays again. Yes, while it was true he'd spent holidays with Ron and his family, having a family of his own that wanted him was something new.

"Does that mean I should send back what I've ordered for you then?" Harry teased, tracing Severus' fingers with his own.

"Only if you want a spanking, my Harry, and not one that you'll enjoy," Severus mock growled and nipped at the back of Harry's neck. He nuzzled the wisps of Harry's hair near his ear, then sucked the tender flesh into his mouth for a moment before letting his tongue run along the outside shell of Harry's ear and breathing a warm gust of air over his damp skin.

Harry shivered and pressed his back firmly against Severus. "I'd like a spanking," he murmured, the idea of one sparking his mind with all sorts of possibilities.

"Hmm," Severus hummed and continued licking his way around Harry's ear to his jaw. Loosening his fingers from Harry's, he tilted Harry's face up and back, nibbling on his jaw. "I might see my way to obliging you. There might be something around here we could use for a spanking horse that wouldn't strain you or your knees. Something with good support." He slid his other hand down Harry's stomach and between his legs.

Harry purred as Severus' fingers rubbed over his flaccid prick, the sensations seemed to be even more intensified since he knew he couldn't physically respond. "You could put me over your lap, Sir," he murmured, reaching back to drape one thin arm around Severus' neck.

Severus inched up Harry's robe and nodded, his fingers tracing lines on Harry's thighs as he made his way toward his groin. "I could. Spread you across my thighs and have that pert arse right before me. Warmed and red beneath my hand."

He nuzzled Harry's neck again, inhaling his scent and nibbling on his throat. "Mmm, what a lovely image."

Harry grinned and wriggled on his husband's lap. "What else would my Husband wish to do with me?" he whispered seductively.

"Oh, I don't know," Severus purred. "A little bit of this, perhaps a little bit of that. Whatever my shrivelled black heart desires, My Harry. I shan't decide until I get you spread out and begging."

Harry whimpered, turning on Severus' lap until he could tip his head back and offer his mouth to the other man. "Spell the soup warm," he whispered huskily. "Please."

Severus flicked his wand toward the kitchen, and then summoned their lube from the bedroom. He caught the jar and settled his wand and the phial on the side table. Cupping Harry's face, he brought his mouth down to his own. "Done," he whispered across Harry's lips then pressed their mouths together.

Pulling up his robes further, Harry spread his legs and took one of his husband's hands in his own, guiding it back beneath his heavy belly. "Severus," he sighed softly, eyes closed as he enjoyed their nearness to one another.

Severus rubbed the swell of Harry's stomach as he bit at Harry's mouth. "So beautiful, my Harry." He pulled back and smiled at him then eased Harry's robes off over his head.

Taking in the sight of Harry's body, adorned with nothing but the light from the tree's decorations and the fire in the hearth made Severus' heart beat faster in his chest. He ran his hands over Harry's stomach, across his chest then over his shoulders. Tracing the muscles down Harry's arms, he eased him off his lap and on to his feet.

Severus adjusted himself on the sofa, spreading his long legs wide enough for Harry to stretch out across but leaving room for him to cradle his stomach. He placed a pillow between his legs and offered Harry his hand. "Careful now."

Harry made himself comfortable, bracing some of his weight on his hands and moaned softly as Severus trailed his long fingers over his body.

The flames in the hearth went a brilliant green at that moment.

"Severus, are you there?" a well educated voice called from the hearth. "Severus, I know you are there, the fire is burning."

Lucius Malfoy stuck his silvery blond head into the flames and chuckled. "It's a bit early to be plundering your presents, Severus."

Severus groaned at the interruption and pulled the throw from the back of the sofa over Harry's body, resting his hand on Harry's back to still him. "Lucius," he sighed and continued to bring some pillows closer to Harry to make him more comfortable. "To what do we owe the disruptive pleasure of your presence?" He smiled at his friend and ran his hand over Harry's blanketed body.

Harry groaned softly at the interruption and tried to make himself comfortable in the awkward position. Not how he wanted Lucius Malfoy to see him.

Lucius smirked through the flames, the situation not going unnoticed. "I was contacting you to confirm whether you would be joining us at the Manor for Yule."

Severus shook his head. "Not this year, Lucius, I apologize. I'm afraid it's getting too close to Harry's due date for him to be travelling. I just found out today that it's a possibility that we may be graced with Reganne's presence earlier than anticipated. I don't want to take any chances with either one of them."

One manicured brow rose in the green light of the flames. "Early, you say? Is all well with young Harry?" Lucius asked, the concern genuine in his cultured voice.

Severus smiled and looked down at Harry, running a soothing hand over his back then helped him get more comfortable on his lap. He tucked the blanket around Harry and pressed a kiss to his temple. "Yes, quite fine. We've made the acquaintance of an expert recently and have been learning quite a bit about Fleymann's. Apparently early labour is common."

Lucius nodded. "As long as he is in good care. Draco and I have been considering popping over for a day during the holidays if you weren't able to attend the Manor."

"You, Draco and little Evette would be most welcome, Lucius."

Harry closed his eyes and grit his teeth. It was Severus' decision, not his own.

Lucius smiled and nodded. "Thank you for your offer, Severus. I shall let you get back to doing... whatever it was you are doing," he said with a chuckle as the flames began to turn back to their normal colour.

Severus picked up his wand and swished it at the hearth. He tilted Harry's face up and smiled at him. "Now, I believe we were attempting something before we were interrupted."

Harry smiled gamely and nodded while he wiggled his backside. "Yes, Husband, we were."

Severus arched an eyebrow and watched Harry for a moment then nodded. "You're all right to continue?"

"Yes Sir," Harry said and smiled. "Just wasn't prepared for the interruption."

"Ah, neither was I. I shall have to speak with Damon about the spells he has upon his own Floo. It won't happen again, I promise." Severus kissed Harry and closed his eyes as he bit gently at his mouth.

Harry moaned softly into the kiss, enjoying the sweetness that was on Severus' mouth from the candy he'd been snacking on. Feeling emboldened, Harry kissed him deeper.

Severus sighed and eased the blanket off Harry's shoulders, running his hands down Harry's warm skin. Trailing his lips across Harry's mouth to his chin, he nibbled on the silken flesh, sucking gentle love bites here and there until he reached Harry's Adam's apple. "Still want me to give you a spanking, Pet?" he breathed out over Harry's damp throat as he licked the hollow at the base then began feasting on Harry's chest.

"Yeah," Harry whispered huskily, body shuddering as Severus mouthed his skin. "Fuck, yeah."

Severus smirked, sliding his hands around to cup Harry's arse. "Such language, Harry. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Whatever shall I do about it?" He sucked one peaked nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth before biting down on the sensitive nub. Pulling the flesh out and away from Harry's body some, he let it go, watching the skin snap back and bent in again to repeat the action.

"Gag me?" Harry offered, hissing in the welcomed pain. He was happy that Severus wasn't treating him like he'd break at the slightest touch.

"Gag you? But then I couldn't hear that lovely filth spill forth," Severus murmured, reaching up to twist Harry's other nipple. "And I do so enjoy it when you babble on in such a vein."

Harry groaned, his fists clenching in Severus' shirt. "Do you?" he whispered, knowing full well he could have a mouth on him like a Knockturn whore.

Severus hummed as he ran his hands over Harry's back and squeezed his bum. "You know I do." He bent his head to Harry's chest and licked across one of Harry's nipples.

Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip as he let himself be carried on the sensations. His nipples were so, so tender and his Master made them hurt so good.

"Make them hurt, Sir," he begged, hands moving up to tangle in Severus' hair, fingers pulling and tugging as he squirmed on the man's lap.

Severus bit down, tugging on the flesh with his teeth and pulling back away from Harry's body. He sucked on the little bud and flicked it with the tip of his tongue then let go, moving to the other one and doing it again as he squeezed and dug his nails into Harry's bottom.

Harry's eyes rolled back, his own hands moving to grasp Severus' shoulders, his short nails biting through the fabric. "Master," he breathed and then gave a lusty chuckle as he wondered if he'd have finger print bruises on his arse in the morning.

Severus let go of Harry's nipple and licked up his chest to his throat. He ran his tongue around the small bump of Harry's Adam's apple before sucking it into his mouth.

Closing his eyes, Harry tipped his head back and groaned softly, still amazed at times that sex felt good and was supposed to feel good... for both parties.

Without thinking Harry began to pull at the buttons on Severus' shirt, popping them free one by one until he was pushing the garment over his husband's shoulder. "I like how you feel against my skin," he whispered huskily running his hands over the pale skin.

Severus chuckled against Harry's neck, and then leaned back so he could shrug out of his clothing. "And I echo that sentiment, my Harry." He pressed his mouth to Harry's quickly then arched an eyebrow. "Still want that spanking?"

"Yes please," Harry asked prettily as he squirmed around a little on the man's lap. "I was so bad today, I need a spanking."

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk." Severus shook his head and carefully manoeuvring Harry to lay across his lap.

Cradling Harry's stomach between his knees and sliding a pillow under his chest for comfort, Severus ran his hand over the expanse of Harry's back then pinched on plump cheek. "Are you comfortable, Harry?"

Crossing his arms under his cheek, Harry nodded. His body felt securely held and he wasn't worried about falling. "Yes Husband, I'm alright."

Severus nodded and ran his hands over Harry's bum once more, squeezing his cheeks. "Ready?" He drew his hand back and brought it down sharply on the right side.

Harry sucked his breath in and moaned softly. "Thank you Master, feels so good," he murmured as he bit his lower lip and pushed his bottom up for more.

Severus smiled and squeezed Harry's reddened skin, lifting his hand once more and smacking the other cheek. His palm was already beginning to sting and his cock was tightly confined in his trousers, rubbing up against Harry's stomach, but it was worth the blossoming colour on Harry's arse.

"Does it?" Severus asked as he drew back, spanking Harry again.

"Uh huh," Harry hummed as he rocked his hips against Severus' clad thigh, groaning as his flaccid prick was smashed between them. "Thank you Master."

Sucking in a breath as Harry wriggled against him, Severus just barely managed to hit the moving target of Harry's arse. He moaned, bringing his hand down again and again on the rosy, warm skin. "Merlin, Harry," he hissed, digging his fingers into one rounded cheek and pinching Harry's skin. "Your arse is lovely this shade. I'd forgotten how much I'd enjoyed seeing my little one with such colour on them. I think you must start out each day like this from now on."

Harry nodded wordlessly, tears coursing down his cheeks and splotching the pillowcase beneath his head. "Yes Master, please!" he cried out. Harry could feel the wet material from Severus' trouser leg as he ground against it, his small cock leaking shamelessly.

Severus administered one more spank to Harry's bottom then eased him up off his lap. He wiped Harry's face gently with a towel and leaned into kiss Harry. "It's over, my Harry. You did so well."

"Thank you, thank you," Harry whispered as he slipped from Severus' arms and went to his knees in front of the man, bowing as low as he could and wrapping his arms around his Master's lower legs, rubbing his cheek against his trousers.

Severus bent and drew Harry up from the floor, laying him out on the sofa. He ran his hands over Harry's body, caressing his chest and stomach, leaning over Harry to softly kiss his navel.

Automatically, Harry reached over his head and grasped the arm of the sofa with his fingers, wanting to be good for his Master. A perfect pet.

Spreading his legs as much as he could and keep his feet on the sofa, Harry sighed contentedly as his bottom smarted and Severus kissed and fondled his swollen belly.

Reaching between them, Severus fought with the buttons on his trousers while he continued to lavish attention to Harry's tummy. He pushed at the material, wriggling them off his legs and crawling up over Harry, carefully lowering himself but not resting his weight on Harry. He sighed as their skin brushed together, "Love you, want you, need you now, My Harry," he breathed and pressed his mouth to Harry's.

Whimpering into the man's kiss, Harry gripped the sofa tighter, his green eyes open wide and watching the other man. "I love you too Husband," he said softly as the kiss was broken and he waited for Severus to open him with his cock.

"I rather think this is going to be difficult like this. We need to change positions." Severus slid back down Harry's body, rubbing as much of himself against Harry as possible until he was sitting up on his knees.

Offering Harry his hand, Severus helped him to a sitting position and then manoeuvred him to his knees, hands braced against the back of the sofa. He moved to the low table in front of the sofa, admired the colouring on Harry's arse once more and grinned, giving Harry another pop just for amusement's sake. "Ah, yes, that's much better."

Taking up his wand, Severus carefully slid it between Harry's cheeks, murmuring gentle spells for hygiene, and then trailed his fingers down the same path. He parted Harry's cheeks and bent forward, running his tongue over the opening to Harry's body.

Sucking in his breath as Severus tongued his arse, Harry closed his eyes and spread his knees farther apart. He didn't care if his husband hung him from a hook in the ceiling as long as Severus kept touching him.

"Want Master's cock," Harry moaned, pushing his bottom back into Severus' face.

Severus hummed and continued to lick Harry, running his tongue over and around the loosening muscles. He nibbled gently on the sensitive skin then slowly eased his tongue inside and back out again. "What was that, Harry?" he asked then returned to his task, starting the cycle over.

"Need Master to use me," Harry moaned, a slight tremble starting in his thighs. "Need Master's cock so bad."

Severus chuckled and hummed again, louder this time, sending vibrations all across Harry's skin. Licking harder, and moving his tongue in and out of Harry faster, he squeezed Harry's cheeks, digging his fingers into the reddened skin. He pulled away long enough to demand. "What's that? I can't hear you."

"Fuck me, fuck this dirty whore, Master. Oh Merlin! Please fuck me!" Harry screamed out, tipping his head back, his fingers buried in the back of the sofa.

Severus threw back his head and laughed, revealing in Harry's filthy mouth then stood up and roughly kissed him. He grabbed his wand and flicked it toward the table, calling down the lube.

As he continued to nip and bite at Harry's mouth, Severus's fingers were busy with the lube. He coated two of them thickly with the slick substance then shoved them in to Harry's arse.

Lips bruised and bitten, Harry howled as he was breached, his flaccid cock dripping in a steady stream as he rocked back on his Master's fingers.

Looking up into Severus's eyes, Harry's own were wild as he rutted back against Severus's hand mindlessly, wanting him to see how grateful he was for the touch.

Severus stared at Harry's eyes, searching his face for coherency. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Harry's temple. "Stay with me, my little one. You are my Harry. Repeat that, Harry. Tell me who you are, Harry."

Repeating the words over and over again, Severus added another finger and continued to stretch Harry's arse. "Talk to me, my Harry. You'll not have my cock until you can tell me who you are."

"Master's boy... Harry," the younger man moaned as his arse was stretched. His eyes rolled back as he grunted and rocked on his knees. "Need Master's prick."

Severus hummed and kissed Harry again then eased his fingers out of him. He coated his fingers with more lube, wrapping his hand around his cock, and stroking the length slowly. "That's right; you are my boy, my Harry. You'll have me soon," he reassured Harry then moved closer to him, rubbing the head of his prick against Harry's arse.

"Tell me who you really are," Severus whispered as he slowly slid inside, just the head of his prick inside Harry.

"A whore, hole, slut, Master's toy," Harry babbled as he clenched his arse as much as he could to feel Severus' prick.

"Please...," Harry keened, body trembling as he waited.

Severus hissed, closing his eyes as the muscles contracted on his cock. He swallowed hard, tightening his hold on Harry and reigning in his control to not slam into his very pregnant husband. He blew out a breath and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "Yes, yes, My Harry. You are all those things to me and for me, but who are you?" He ran his hand down Harry's arm and twined their fingers; bringing their clasped hands up to cup Harry's swollen stomach. "Who are you, My Harry?"

"No one," Harry whispered almost too softly to hear.

Severus sighed and gritted his teeth, wondering if he'd pushed too far and too fast with the spanking earlier. He eased out of Harry, just pressing his body against Harry's back.

Wrapping his other arm around Harry, Severus slid their joined hands over the bulge of Harry's stomach. "I can't hear you, my Harry. Feel me, feel us and tell me who you are."

"Your husband. My name is Harry," Harry murmured as he tightened his fingers around Severus'.

"Again. Who are you?" Severus squeezed Harry's fingers in return and rubbed his prick against Harry's arse.

"Harry."

"One more time," Severus murmured as he rubbed Harry's stomach and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, nipping his skin gently and making certain Harry wasn't answering by rote. "Who the bloody hell are you?" he growled softly and thrust against Harry.

"Harry James Snape," Harry moaned, arching his back under Severus and clenching his fingers in the sofa.

"That's right, and don't you forget it," Severus snarled and slipped between Harry's cheeks, pressing up inside of him slowly but firmly. "I don't marry nobodies. I don't fuck nobodies, and I certainly don't let nobodies serve me!"

He stopped speaking when he was balls deep in Harry and pressed his lips to the side of Harry's face. "Because I've found somebody," he murmured. "And he's not a nobody, Harry James Snape."

A smile crossed Harry's lips as he listened to Severus murmur in his ear. "Yes Master," he said softly, joy in his voice as he rocked his hips back against Severus'.

Severus moaned, long and low, ran his tongue over Harry's ear then pulled back and thrust back in to Harry. "That's what I want to hear from you." He bit down on Harry's shoulder, gliding in and out of Harry with long slow slides.

Harry shuddered and bucked under his husband and Master, mewling and whimpering as Severus kept a steady pressure on his prostate.

Severus gripped Harry's hips, moving faster and harder, while he rested his head against Harry's back. Panting hot, harsh breaths across Harry's skin, he pressed his lips to the back of Harry's neck and murmured nonsense words of comfort. He slid his tongue across Harry's glistening shoulder and moaned, "Come for me, My Harry."

All Harry could do was nod, semen already dripping from his swinging prick. There was a stain growing beneath him and he couldn't have stopped if he'd tried.

Severus threw back his head, groaning and shoving into Harry one last time as he came. He collapsed forward onto Harry for a moment, blowing quick and short puffs across his ear. "Love you, my Harry."

Wrapping his arms around Harry, Severus rolled them on the sofa, sitting back on his arse and cradling Harry on his lap, his prick still nestled snug inside Harry.

Settling on top of his husband with a grunt, Harry panted as he let his head drop back against Severus' shoulder. There was a feeling of warmth and safety spreading through him and he wondered briefly if this was part of his 'season'.

"Love you too Husband."

Severus sighed, stretching out even more on the sofa then reaching up to tug the throw over the both of them. He kissed the top of Harry's head and snuggled him under his chin, cradling Harry's swollen belly with one arm. Chuckling, he moved his feet out of the way as he heard the soft click-clack of little toenails on the floor then felt the cushions dip as Asphodel and Bezoar jumped onto the end of the sofa.

The fire popped and crackled in the hearth and he closed his eyes for just a moment as he revelled in the surroundings of his home and family.

~*~
Shutting the television off, Grant got to his feet, smiling as Baby hopped down from the sofa as well.

"Ready for bed, Baby? Papa's already in there," he said with a chuckle as he headed to the kitchen to get his last 'dose' of the day and carried it along with his other potions to the bedroom, turning out the lights along his way.

In the bedroom Grant smiled as he found Damon watching an old Western on their small television. "John Wayne?" he asked as he set everything down on the small table next to his side of the bed and began to undress.

Damon grunted and looked up at Grant, arching an eyebrow as he watched him undress. He stabbed the button on the remote, turning off the television and leered at Grant. "Nope... Playboy channel."

"Nice try, old man, but I know better. You won't pay good money for porn when you have a damned library here," Grant scoffed with a laugh as he stepped out of his panties and moved to get his night shirt for bed. "How are you feeling?"

Damon snorted. "You noticed I turned off the television when my play boy entered the room; I have a live feed." He eyed Grant again, this time more thoroughly, slowly taking in everything. "I'll live, Injun. Don't I always?"

Grant grinned as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "You keep coming up with lives," he said as he leaned over to give Damon a kiss. He'd always joked that his Animagus husband had more lives than the normal cat that he took the form of.

Damon pulled Grant on top of him and cuddled him close, pressing his mouth to Grant's softly several times in succession. "I have to, so I can keep up with you." He ran his hand down Grant's body and gently kneading his ass. "Got to get some more meat on these old bones, Injun. I need something to gnaw on."

Damon brought Grant's hand to his mouth and kissed each one of his fingertips then his palm before making his way to the inside if his wrist, nibbling lightly on his skin.

"What would you do with a fat old winkte? Trade me in for some young pretty thing?" Grant asked with a chuckle as he snuggled closer to Damon and shivered as the man mouthed his wrist. "Damon... you know what that does to me."

"Is it working?" Damon laughed quietly and continued to gently nibble on Grant, making his way up Grant's arm and swirling his tongue around the soft skin of his inner elbow. "Since I've never seen a fat, old winkte, I'm not certain what I'd do with one. But I surely could figure out something."

Damon glanced up at Grant and smiled at him, wiggling his eyebrows again.

Grant bit his lip and nodded, blowing his breath out slowly through his nose. "Yeah, it's working," he said softly and swallowed hard. He was going to need his 'dose' and need it soon. The treatments Montgomery had prescribed had been working but the small man still felt the undeniable pull of his mate.

Damon nodded. "Want me to help you with this one?" He ran his finger across Grant's lips and leaned in, pressing his mouth to his brow, clearing away the furrows. "I feel better than I did this afternoon."

"Do you mind? Are you sure you feel like it?" Grant asked, carefully shifting his weight until he was more on the bed then on his husband.

Damon arched an eyebrow and pulled Grant back on to his lap. "What did I tell you earlier?" He nuzzled Grant, holding him close to his chest and sighing softly. "I'm fine. Never felt better." He looked up at Grant. "Honestly."

Trust filled eyes looked into Damon's and Grant nodded with a smile. "Thank you," he whispered. "How do you want to do it?"

"You remember your spells?" Damon asked softly as he reached out and ran his hand over Grant's cheek. "We'll go tomorrow and pick up the new potions but for tonight we can use the spells." He smiled and leaned in to kiss Grant. "You can have me any way you want me."

Grant nodded. "I remember them, Daddy, but don't forget what the doctor told you," he said softly, worried that his husband was going to try to push things too far and undo his healing.

"I heard him, Kitten," Damon murmured, "and I'll not take any chances with you. That's why I asked if you remembered them spells." He grinned and tapped the cast on Grant's arm. "It's my turn to take care of you again, like how it's supposed to be."

Grant closed his eyes and began to chant softly in Lakota for a few minutes and then smiled down at Damon. "All finished," he said with a grin. "I'd really like it if maybe something could be touched on me."

Damon nodded then arched a brow. "Oh, you would, huh? Do I get a hint or is it going to be search and find?"

"I know you're restricted, so it's up to you as to what you feel like doing, Damon. I don't want to do anything that's going to make you feel worse or tear stitches," Grant said as he ran his fingers through the fur on Damon's chest.

Damon arched into Grant's hand and closed his eyes, humming as he was petted. "You're not going to hurt me, Grant," he murmured huskily. "You heard what Max said but if you want to take it easy, then that's fine too." He opened one eye and watched Grant for a moment then grinned. "Make the decision, cause I'm just going to lay here and let you do that all night."

"You like to be petted, huh?" Grant asked with a laugh, giving the man a little scratch under one nipple.

Damon closed his eye and growled for Grant then purred long and deeply. "I think that's a given, all things considered."

"I'd like you to apply this to me if you feel up to it, if not, I'll drink it and stay here petting you," Grant murmured, rubbing his cheek over Damon's chest and sighing in content.

"Don't see why we can't do both, Pet." Damon decided and reached down to run his hand over Grant's head. "Where do you want me to put it?"

"I think I'm healed enough to put it there if you want to," Grant said as he spread his legs to either side of Damon's body, exposing his still tender groin to the man. "I'd like to be touched there."

Damon grunted and opened his eyes, glancing down to check Grant. He sat up and laid him out on the bed, smiling at him and nodding as he adjusted himself in the bed. He leaned down and gently pressed his mouth to Grant's prick, kissing the tip. He lifted Grant's shaft and sac, revealing his slit then leaned forward and softly kissed him there again as well.

Soft flesh twitched as Damon kissed him and Grant sighed as he felt Damon's lips on his nether lips. He'd been bracing himself for some sort of pain and felt relieved as he realized there wasn't any. "Everything's still where it should be, right?" he asked jokingly.

Damon arched an eyebrow and looked up at Grant. "Did you think it was going to fall off or something?" He slid his fingers over the delicate skin, gently touching Grant before gliding his fingers between the soft folds.

"I didn't know if there were sores or something, I hadn't looked," Grant breathed, grunting softly as Damon touched him, surprised at how wet he seemed to be already.

Damon shook his head. "Other than being a little more pink than normal, you seem to be healing just as fast as I have." He eased two of his fingers inside of Grant, smiling at him before leaning down. "And oh so wet," he murmured before wrapping his mouth around Grant's clit and running his tongue back and forth across it.

Grant squeezed his muscles around Damon's fingers, moaning softly as he spread his legs farther apart.

Damon hummed around the little bud in his mouth and crooked his fingers, rubbing back and forth leisurely. He pulled back and ran his tongue up the underside of Grant's sac then across his prick, before drawing the short length into his mouth.

Grant whined, arching his back and pushing down on Damon's fingers. He could feel the need engulfing him and he was sorely afraid of relapsing into the creature he'd been only a few short days ago.

Digging his fingers into the mattress, Grant panted, his eyes rolling back as he attempted to keep control.

Damon let Grant's prick slid from his mouth with a pop then looked up at Grant as he continued to glide his fingers in and out of Grant. He reached over to the nightstand for the vial tipping the contents onto his fingers then pushing them back into Grant. "Relax, baby, and let go," he murmured and wrapped his mouth around Grant's clit.

Breathing broken sobs, Grant felt his body start to relax almost immediately. "I don't want to be crazy anymore," he cried as he shuddered at Damon's hands.

Damon eased his mouth off Grant, flattening his hand over his groin and smearing the rest of the sample on him. He withdrew his fingers from Grant, pulling him up off the bed and into his arms.

Pressing a soft kiss to Grant's hair and rocking him slowly back and forth in the bed, Damon cradled Grant to his chest. "You aren't crazy, Pet. That'll never happen again," he murmured as he wrapped them up in the blanket.

Sniffling and rubbing at his eyes with his good hand, Grant laid his head over Damon's heart and sighed softly as he was soothed. The effects of his 'dose' were calming him, giving him a sense of centred peace as he was enveloped in Damon's arms.

"I don't mean to be such a pain in the ass," he mumbled, not budging from where he was being cradled.

Damon chuckled and scooted down in the bed with Grant, leaning back on the pillows. He pulled the blankets up higher around them and nuzzled Grant. "This? This isn't a pain in the ass, Pet. I can handle this. In fact, I rather like this right now."

Squeezing Grant just a bit tighter to his chest, Damon sighed and bent his head to kiss Grant's hair again. "If this is as bad as it ever gets again, then I'll give Montgomery a blank check."

"I was afraid I was going to get bad again," Grant murmured softly, closing his eyes and clinging to Damon.

Opening one dark eye, he looked up at his husband sleepily. "You didn't hurt anything did you?"

Damon shook his head and smiled at Grant. "No, and I don't think you have to worry about it ever getting bad again, My Grant." He ran a hand over Grant's brow, trying to smooth out the worry lines. "I know it's going to be hard letting go of so many years of preparations. But for now, just give in and let go until we both get it right."

"You'll make sure it's okay," Grant said softly, trust and love in his voice as he laid his head back against Damon's chest. "You've always kept me safe."

Damon nodded, tightening his hold on Grant. "Don't you forget it either cause I'm doing my best, Injun."

~*~
Allie looked out of the kitchen window as she drained the pasta she'd been cooking, the flash of headlights turning into the drive had caught her attention.

She'd already put the children to bed after feeding them both and was now waiting with Max's dinner.

Max shut off the big truck and sighed out a breath as he looked through the windshield at the house. Allie was in there and had been in there since the big snowstorm. It was nice having her home and had almost felt like they were a family again... except for the part where he slept in their big bed by himself. The Impotence Charm helped but it did nothing to stop his desire for his wife, and he still wanted her something fierce.

Max pushed open the door to the truck and slid out, knowing he'd not act on his desires though. It was too good having them all together again to jeopardize the easy peace they had made by complicating things with sex. He opened the door to the mud room and a genuine smile curled his lips as he heard Allie in the kitchen.

"Hey Allie girl. How was your day?"

"Hey Papabear," Allie said as she turned to him to take his coat. "Here, let me have this stuff, dinner's almost ready if you want to go wash up."

It felt right to be home and the fact she'd not had a panic attack at all that day just made it better. "The kids are already in bed, so try not to wake them up."

Max swallowed hard and nodded as he caught himself leaning down to kiss her. He straightened and smiled at her. "Thank you, babe. I'll be quiet," he whispered and toed off his shoes then padded through the kitchen. He groaned softly at the smells of supper and stopped at the door, looking back at her. "That smells delicious, Allie. I hope you'll eat with me and tell me about yours and the munchkins's day."

"I was waiting for you to get home. Jennifer called to let me know when you were scheduled to leave the office," Allie said as she followed the man through to the master bedroom, leaning in the doorway as she nodded to a set of sweats she'd laid out on the bed for him. "I thought those might be comfortable."

Max scooped up the cotton warm-ups and headed for the en-suite, nodding as he squeezed the clothing in his hands. "Thanks," he murmured and looked back over his shoulder at her, biting on his lips for a moment before speaking again. "You know, I really appreciate all that you are doing for me and the kids, Allie, but you don't have to lay my stuff out for me like you used to. I remember what you asked for and am going to respect your wishes."

Allie smiled and shook her head. "It's natural to take care of you and the monsters, Max, I don't mind that. It's just... I needed to know I was a person just like you," she said with a sigh, wondering if that had made any sense to her husband.

Max nodded. "You've always been a special person to me, Allie. I'm sorry if I wasn't showing you that in the right ways." He smiled at her and ducked into the bathroom to clean up, closing the door behind him.

Allie sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for Max to come back out, she had something she wanted to say to the man. Hopefully, she wouldn't back down.

Max washed his face and tossed his scrubs into the hamper, pulling on his sweats and opened the door. He stepped out into the bedroom, in just his sweats, bare feet and no shirt, staring at Ali, sitting on the bed. "Ali..."

"Hey. Come here a sec, I wanted to say something," she said as she looked down at the floor, steeling herself to keep from running.

"Let me just get a shirt, a-a-all right?" Max stuttered as he continued to stare at her for a moment then made his way over to the big cherry wood dresser. "Is everything okay?"

"Just come here and sit down for a minute, okay?" Allie asked, reaching out a hand to take one of Max's. "Everything's alright."

Max nodded and tugged on a t-shirt, pushing the drawer closed before reaching out to take her small hand in his. He drew in a deep breath as he caressed her soft fingers and smiled at her. "What is it, Mama bear?"

She pulled him to sit down on the bed next to her and smiled gently. "I called my landlord today and cancelled my lease."

Max searched her face then nodded slowly. "All right, and does that mean what I think it does, Allie?" he whispered, not wanting to say it too loudly as if voicing it would nullify it somehow.

"Is it alright with you?" she asked softly, biting her lip and wondering if she'd pushed her luck too soon.

Max grinned, wanting to throw his arms around her. He settled for squeezing her hand and nodding. "Of course, Mama bear. This is our home, we built it together and you are always welcome here."

Allie leaned close to Max, hesitating for a split second before laying her head against his chest. "Thank you, I didn't know if it would be alright," she whispered.

Max closed his eyes, biting his lip as he ran one hand over her silky hair, carefully carding his fingers through the long stands. "Oh, baby, you should have known better than that. That door has never been closed to you. The wards haven't been changed nor have the locks," he murmured and brought his other arm up, wrapping her in a loose hug.

"I needed to hear you say it was alright," Allie sniffed, tears leaking from her eyes and soaking the front of his shirt. With an embarrassed laugh, she pulled away and wiped at her face. "I've made a mess of your shirt."

"I'll keep saying it as many times as you need to hear it, Allie." Max smiled at her, reaching out to gently touch her face then pulled on his shirt. "Don't worry 'bout this old thing. That's why we have a washer and dryer, Mama bear. It isn't anything that detergent won't wash out."

Allie smiled as she wrapped her arms tighter around Max. "I'm so glad I came home," she whispered through her tears, pressing her face against him once again.

Max swallowed hard and gently draped his arms over her shoulders, running his hands down her slender back. "Me too, Allie, me too," he murmured. He bent his face to her hair and smiled as he inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. "I know Sarah loves having you home as well."

"I was so horrible to everyone, to you especially," Allie sobbed. "What am I going to do, Max? How do I make this better with everyone?"

Inside the small woman was despairing as she thought of all the bridges she'd burned in such a short time.

Max squeezed Allie to his chest and sighed. He leaned back from her and cupped her face, wiping away the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. "We'll work on that together, baby. They're our family or they're supposed to be, and if they can't accept that you had some problems and are trying to get better, then we don't need them."

He nearly leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips but managed to stop himself in time and smiled instead. "One step at a time, Allie. Isn't that what you told me when we talked a few days ago?"

Allie looked up into Max's eyes searching for some sign of anger, and when she didn't see any, she leaned up herself and pressed her lips to his.

Max gasped and stared down into Allie's eyes when she kissed him. The entire time he held perfectly still, softening his mouth and letting her lead, only the tightening his hands on her hips and a soft moan betraying his need.

Breaking the kiss, Allie buried her face in the crook of Max's neck, breathing deeply as she let him hold her tighter.

"You always smell so good," she murmured, face still pressed to him.

Max blew out a breath and closed his eyes, running a soothing hand over Allie's back. He bit his lip, trying to calm his racing heart and took a moment to just enjoy holding her, having her back where he wanted-needed- her. Chuckling, he pressed a soft kiss to her hair. "That's cause you always know which stuff to buy that smells just right."

"I could get you something nasty from the dollar store and you'd still smell good," Allie said with a chuckle, one hand coming up to play in the man's hair. "You always smell good to me."

Max laughed again, his heart jump starting once more as he felt her fingers in his hair. Merlin, he'd missed having these times with her after work. "If you say so, Mama bear, I'll take your word for it."

Allie's fingers tightened in his hair as she chuckled softly, "I do say so, Papa bear. You can move your hands if you want to, you aren't making me uncomfortable."

Max opened his eyes and looked down at her. Taking a deep breath, he reached up, caressing her cheek and threading his fingers through her hair, brushing the long strands back from her face. "I just didn't want to ruin this," he whispered. "I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or to feel unwanted ever again, Allie."

"You aren't ruining anything, Max. I don't know what's going to work for me, and I don't want you to be mad if I can't finish what we start," Allie said softly as she drew back to look up at him. "But I don't want to be just your roommate."

Max nodded and smiled at her. "That's fine, Allie, I understand. We'll take things at your pace. I want you to feel comfortable here, so I've taken care of things so that you will."

"What do you mean?" Allie asked as she moved to get closer to him. She missed the physical side of their relationship, but didn't know how far she'd be able to take things, but she wanted and needed Max now.

"Just that I've taken care of the problem of me making you uncomfortable. I can hold you like this all you like now, without me having a reaction to our being close," Max shrugged and helped her get comfortable on his lap. "I meant what I said about having you home, Allie. I'm glad you're here and will do anything to make certain you feel welcome and stay with us."

Allie frowned at his words. "You made yourself impotent, didn't you?" she asked, irritated that she had pushed this gentle man into doing something so drastic.

Max arched an eyebrow at her. "I did and there's no reason to make that face at me. It's a simple spell, which I can reverse at anytime. It doesn't quell my desires for you, just curbs the reaction. Believe me; I still want you, more and more each day." He ran a finger over the lines on her face. "Don't be upset, Allie. You have your ways of coping and I've got mine."

"I'm just frustrated with myself, Max, not you. You shouldn't have to do that after everything I've put you through," Allie said softly and hung her head.

Max tipped Allie's chin up and shook his head. "No, I told you we are in this together. This was my decision that I made on my own."

Allie nodded and then grinned as she heard a low rumble coming from her husband's belly. "Let's go feed you Papa bear," she said as she got to her feet and held a hand out to the man.

"As long as you are cooking, I'm always ready to eat," Max smiled and took Allie's hand, letting her lead him to their kitchen.