Troublesome

I know it's been forever! You guys must hate me cause I'm such a tease! No, but I do have a viable explanation for such a long wait on the update. I almost died you see. I had this massive kidney infection and I refused to go to the doctor until I was forced by my boyfriend (He's evil) and my mother (who's equally evil)and it turns out, my kidneys were trying to shut down on me and if that had happened, well I wouldn't be sitting here telling you this because I'd be laying in a drawer at the county morgue with a tag on my toe. Morbid, right? That's just me. I've got a sick twisted sense of humor. I am considering, however, faking my own death to get out of the massive hospital bill because I'm poor and can't afford insurance. Anyway, this chapter is a bit odd, by my standards,and Evelyn's mental disorder surfaces which was really fun to write. Never really read about characters who have mental disorders unless it's narcissism or Mary-Sueitis. Enjoy the folks, show.




Severus held the small child in his arms, amazed. He was in love already. Nothing made him feel like this baby did, knowing that she was content in his arms. She was wide awake, looking around, exploring the new world she’d just come into not even an hour ago. She had her mother’s eyes. They were round and blue, but they would change. She had a mass of dark hair. He looked up and saw his mother walk in, looking haggard. He was tired as well, but he didn’t want to put his daughter down.

“How’s Evelyn?” He asked.

“She’s doing alright. She’s sleeping.” His mother’s lips were pressed together and he knew there was something she wasn’t telling him. Her face was restrained but she sighed and said, “I asked if she wanted to see the baby and she flat out refused.” Eileen took a step forward and peered down at the bundle in his arms and smiled. “Oh, Severus. She’s beautiful.”

Severus nodded. He’d gotten his wish and he was extremely grateful.

A little girl.

His little girl.

Eileen held her arms out, wanting to hold her, but Severus didn’t want to let his daughter go, but he knew he couldn’t forever. Upon trying to carefully hand the newborn over, the newborn squawked. Severus wrinkled an eyebrow. Eileen was not offended, she rather smiled.

“She’s your daughter through and through. Have you thought of a name yet?”

“Leilene Diondra, after my mother and Evelyn’s.”

Eileen wrinkled her nose at the mention of Evelyn’s mother.

“Honestly, that woman doesn’t deserve it. Not after the way she treated you and Evelyn.”

“Evelyn would want it that way.”

“If I had known putting that announcement in the paper would send that woman into a tizzy, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Severus blinked at his mother, not sure he heard right. Leilene gave a huge sigh in his arms, as if she knew that tension was beginning to mount. It was as if she wanted to draw attention back on herself.

“You what?” Severus asked. “That was you?”

Eileen looked nervous. She gently took the baby from his arms as if holding the baby would hinder his anger. Leilene squawked but her grandmother rocked her gently and clucked her tongue and the baby soon settled down.

Severus couldn’t believe it.

His own mother, betraying him.

“I would have told you sooner, “Eileen scoffed. “But I knew you’d probably react poorly.”

Severus felt a swell of anger rise above in his chest.

He wanted to pummel her. The thought sent him into a fit of guilt for even thinking such a thing, but he was still angry.

“What on earth were you thinking, Mother?” He asked her through clenched teeth. “That almost cost my job! Not to mention it ruined Evelyn’s relationship with her parents!”

“If you ask me that was beyond repair anyway!”

“That’s the point mother! No one asked you! No one asked you a damn thing!”

Eileen’s face fell. She looked as though she had been slapped. Never before had her son ever talked to her before in such a manner. Severus immediately realized his mistake but that would not excuse her.

“I need you to ask Lucille to draw up a birth certificate and I don’t want any announcement in the paper, one was bad enough.” Eileen gave him a sour look, but nodded. She handed the baby back to Severus and left promptly.

Severus felt awful now. He was sure it had been Lupin. Curse the stupid girl for being right. Curse her…he needed a reason to hate Lupin and now that he didn’t really have one any more he hated him all the more. His anger was short lived, however, upon gazing down at his beautiful baby girl. It was a good thing no one could get into his head. He was grateful that she looked like her mother. He’d never forgive himself if his child had inherited his unfortunate nose. The baby began to making smacking noises with her mouth to tell him that she was hungry. He had no choice; he had to wake up Evelyn. She had been relocated to his living quarters, so she wasn’t so far away. She couldn’t stay in the Room of Requirement for ever. He wanted her some where near him at all times, incase something went wrong.

Evelyn was lying in his bed, sprawled out, sleeping heavily. Her face was a mask of discontent and she fidgeted and mumbled every so often. He prodded her gently his hand and she rolled over and opened her eyes.

“What?” She moaned and winced. Severus was sorry to see that she was in pain but that had to be set aside.

“She needs to be fed, Evelyn. I can’t feed her myself.”

Evelyn gave him a hard stare.

“I don’t know how.”

“I’m sure it can’t be all that complicated,” he said, and handed the baby over to Evelyn. She took the baby attentively, but was regarding her warily. This caused Severus discomfort. Mothers were supposed to be warmer towards their babies than Evelyn was acting. She studied the baby while it nursed from her breast, but Severus did not like the way she was looking at Leilene. There was confusion in her eyes, but not wonder. How could she not fall in love with the infant she was holding in her arms? Severus himself had fallen quickly.

“Have you thought of a name yet?” Evelyn asked.

“Leilene Diondra,” he stated quietly. Evelyn looked up at him, her eyes quizzical, and a small smile formed on her lips.

“You’ve been thinking about it haven’t you?”

“For some time yes. You didn’t seem so keen on discussing names with me and you passed out too quickly for me to discuss it with you, anyway. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve told my mother that’s what is going on the birth certificate.”

“Leilene Diondra,” Evelyn murmured to herself, her dream like smile still there. “It’s lovely, really Severus.”

“I’m glad you approve,” he said, blushing slightly. “I named her after my mother and yours.”

“Yes, well, my mother would love that if she were to know.”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve sent her a letter and let her know that you’ve given birth,” Severus said. He wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do, but he thought it was only fair. Evelyn said nothing and continued to study Leilene who had fallen asleep on her breast. Severus took her from her mother and placed her in a bassinet that lay directly beside the bed. “She wrote back already. Do you want to read the reply?”

“No,” Evelyn said with a sigh. “She probably doesn’t care anyway. She doesn’t want to see me and she doesn’t want to see the baby.”

“No, she doesn’t, but her reply wasn’t so bad. She apologized for the way she treated me and she says to tell you congratulations and that she’s sorry because she just can’t make time to come see you.”

Evelyn blanched. “I think that’s worse than her being a complete bitch. At least then she’s not trying to hide her contempt. I’m this huge disappointment and what not.”

“Oh Evelyn.”

“I’m tired. Can I go back to sleep now?”

Severus nodded and wondered if she would allow him to lay with her. He was extremely tired himself but he didn’t want to intrude. Of course, it was his bed, so really she couldn’t say much if he so choose to nap beside her. He was her husband after all. He motioned for her to scoot over on the bed and she obeyed. He slid underneath the blankets next to his young wife. He had his daughter on one side of him, and his wife on the other side of him. It just didn’t get any better, especially since this was the first time they’d actually sleep in the same bed since they’d been married. He closed his eyes, and felt everything melt away, but he savored the moment. Who knew how long the feeling would last? Here in a few days, he’d have to become the same grouchy professor that he’d always been, but at least now, he had Leilene to cheer him up.

“Severus?” Evelyn whispered. He fought to come back to the waking world, but found it rather hard, so he kept his eyes shut. “Thank you for helping me. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there. I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“It’s alright Evelyn. I wouldn’t have expected anything else.”

“Severus?” She asked again. He was growing weary of this. His eyes shot open and he found her sitting up staring down at him. “Would you mind if I kissed you?” He looked at her strangely but said nothing. She bent down and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and lay back down beside him, exhausted. She was soon snoring gently. Severus found himself lying awake even though her gentle snores threatened to lull him to sleep. Her kiss had lingered, it was almost as if it had left an imprint. She’d done this of her own accord and not because she had to. That gave him hope. But then his left arm began to twitch.

Not this again.

He pulled back his sleeve, slowly as to not wake Evelyn and examined the Mark.

It had once been a horrible etching, no color, nothing. Given another few years it probably would have disappeared completely which would have been okay with him, but now it was slowly starting to surface once more, the blackness of it filling it’s self in bit by bit.

It was not something he wanted to think about but yet how could he not? The imbecile Karkaroff had pointed it out when Severus had tried his damned hardest to ignore it, only showing its remarkable changes to Dumbledore, but Karkaroff was positively panicking, making it hard for Severus to stay calm about it.

He could feel it in the air.

There was no getting around it.

He didn’t know when it would happen; all he knew was that it would be soon. He wouldn’t know what to do when that day would come, but Dumbledore had planned it all nicely for him. He just prayed he wouldn’t become another martyr like so many others before him. If that were to happen to him, he wasn’t sure which cause he’d die for. He certainly didn’t want to die for Potter’s son. He was scared, so very scared and as the days drew on, the feeling of impending doom seemed to bare down upon him, suffocating him. He wondered how long it would take for it to finally snuff him out. It was hard to be brave when you didn’t really feel the part.

***
Thankfully for Evelyn, Severus had allowed her to take a few days off before heading back to class. She was extremely tired and despite Eileen’s offers to take care of Leilene, Evelyn insisted that she do most of the work. Eileen eventually eased off but two days after classes started, Severus insisted that she leave the baby with Nita so that she could go to classes.

Of course, people had wondered where she’d been and Evelyn merely smiled as though touched by their concern and informed them that she’d had a nasty bout of flu over the holidays and didn’t feel up to coming to classes. The handsome Ravenclaw boy who was her partner in Herbology had clucked his tongue sympathetically and said, “The ball was wonderful, it’s a shame you didn’t feel up to going. The Weird Sisters were phenomenal.”

Evelyn smiled patiently at him but said nothing as she trimmed the thorns down on a poisonous rose bush.

“I thought about asking you to go with me, but you seemed so preoccupied I thought you already had a boyfriend or something,” The Ravenclaw boy said. Evelyn laughed cynically in her mind. No, she didn’t have a boyfriend, but she did have a husband whom was slowly starting to grate on her nerves and a baby that screamed and squawked every time Evelyn went to hold her.

“Oh, well, I don’t, but it’s probably a good thing you didn’t as you might have gone stag at the last moment.”

“Right,” he smiled at her and began working on the rose bush with her. Their hands brushed a few times which caused them both to blush. At one point, a thorn had penetrated his glove and he was forced to go to the Hospital Wing for the antidote, though the injury wasn’t horrible, it could’ve gotten worse if he hadn’t of sought treatment. After he was gone, Evelyn felt thankful. She didn’t want to like him, but she couldn’t really help it. He was nice to her which was a change, and actually noticed her which made her uneasy. Besides, she was already infatuated with Draco Malfoy, but that was only because he’d forced his way into her life. Three days after she’d had the baby, he’d come to see her and had kissed her soundly when Severus was not around. His kisses were a bit possessive, and she couldn’t help but like the way he took control. She didn’t have to think around him. She was tired of thinking.

After Herbology, she had Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and then Potions. The first two, she could really care less about, but in Potions, she really had to make an effort so it seemed like she was actually doing something and it wore down on her. The formidable Potion’s Professor did not go easy on her though a couple of times during class, he’d swept behind her to inspect her potions and when he was sure no one was looking, he placed a hand on her shoulder and massaged it slightly. She knew he meant no harm, but she didn’t want him touching her at all. If he touched her, it only confirmed everything horribly wrong with her life, and brought her back to reality. She did not want to live in reality any more so for the most part she didn’t. Her escape was Draco Malfoy. For weeks, she met him, though she wasn’t really aware of the time passage. January soon turned into March and Evelyn found her self wondering where it had all gone…

One night she met him after dinner, in the Astronomy Tower. She rather enjoyed their secret meetings. Draco was not willing to engage in any sexual activity yet, but she was willing to do anything to escape from her shitty life as she thought of it, even if it was for a short period. That night in particular, they sat there and said nothing to each other, but rather gazed out of the telescopes, looking out on to the grounds. She saw the groundskeeper; she couldn’t remember his name, trekking into the forest. She’d always wondered what was out there. Every year they were warned not to go out there and Evelyn had never had the urge to do so, but after her walk on Christmas, it fascinated her. Perhaps if she went in there something would take her away and never bring her back…

“Oh, it’s nearly midnight! I have to go!” Evelyn squeaked. She turned to leave, but the pale blonde boy stopped her.

“It’s not that late. Stay for a few minutes,” he said.

“Draco, I can’t. He’s already going to be angry that I’ve been out this late.”

“Who cares?”

Evelyn remained quiet for a moment. She did care, she really did, and she was supposed to right? But some how, she wished she didn’t. She wished that Draco’s philosophy would work for her, but the burden of reality was settling in. She was supposed to feed Leilene nearly an hour ago.

“Draco, I can’t. I’m really sorry.”

He looked hurt for a moment, but then his face clouded over with anger. He kicked at the ground but said nothing. Evelyn didn’t want to go, she really didn’t but what choice did she have?

“I’m sorry, Draco.”

When she got back to Professor’s Snape office, he was waiting on her, tapping his foot impatiently. When she entered the room her rounded on her, and the paleness of his face replaced with red anger.

“Where have you been?” He demanded. Evelyn rolled her eyes as she dropped her book bag on the floor and went to take the baby from Nita’s arms. Leilene, for the first time since being born, didn’t cry or make a fuss about being in her mother’s arms. “Answer me, Evelyn!”

Evelyn turned and looked at him, trying to think of something to say, but trying to keep Draco’s face far from her mind. “The library.”

“The library has a clock does it not? Because if I’m not mistaken you should’ve been here an hour ago!”

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep.” Her tone was flat but his gaze was hard and suspicious. Evelyn wanted to disappear. She wanted to be with Draco, or anyone, but not here. Professor Snape sat down with a heavy sigh. He covered his face with his hands.

“You had me worried. I didn’t know what happened to you. “ If Evelyn had been in a right state of mind, she might have been touched.

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” she snapped and began to inspect the baby.

“Little Miss’ Little miss has already been fed and changed,” Nita quipped. Well, at least Evelyn didn’t have to put up with the little beast suckling greedily at her breast for another couple of hours. Evelyn thought that if she had to change one more diaper, she was going to hurl herself off the astronomy tower. The little beast was all too content in her arms, and it was a nice change. Evelyn really wanted to enjoy the baby, but she couldn’t. The little girl was slowly sucking her life away from her and to make matters worse, it connected her to Professor Snape, the absolute last person she really wanted to be with. Evelyn was tired, so very tired. She carefully handed the infant back to Nita and turned back to Professor Snape who was observing her with a harsh stare.

“What is so wrong with her, Evelyn?”

“Can I go take a bath?”

“Is it because she’s mine as well?”

Evelyn exited the office quickly, anxiously, so she wouldn’t have to answer his questions and headed towards the staff bathroom, which she’d been given exclusive permission to use. She’d used it only twice before, right after she gave birth, and right before she went back to classes. The bathtubs in there were large whirlpools, which Evelyn found heavenly. Her idea of a peaceful bath was interrupted, because Severus came bounding out of his office. She quickly fumbled for the key to the bathroom, hoping it was unoccupied. He was right behind her when she shut the door. She thanked the heavens because when some one else was in that bathroom, no one else could get in. There was a plush arm chair sitting next to the dark blue marble bathtub and Evelyn sat down in it, resting for a second, trying to calm down. His constant pounding didn’t help, so Evelyn turned on the tap, successfully drowning out all the noise from the other side of the door. Slowly, Evelyn began to remove her clothing, piece by piece, examining herself in the long, golden framed mirror that hung on the wall next to the chair.

The stretch marks on her stomach made her want to vomit.

Her breasts suffered the same ailment and sagged horribly. Her nipples were cracked and were so dark they looked almost black.

She was ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly. She felt like crying. She hated herself.

Just then, the door opened and Evelyn snapped out of her thoughts just in time to cover her breasts with her arms. Professor Snape entered and after shutting the door behind him, he glared at her. Evelyn mentally slapped herself. She’d forgotten that they were married.

“I don’t appreciate you walking away from me when I’m trying to talk to you,” he growled. He took a step towards her, and Evelyn instinctively took a step back, feeling cornered and scared, thinking he might hit her. The bathtub was on the brink of overflowing, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn it off. Severus did it for her, however, just before the water started spilling over the edge.

“Just stop, please.” Evelyn said. “I’m sorry, I’m just extremely tired and I want to relax.”

“You should have thought about that before you begged me to let you make up your grade!”

Evelyn felt as though she’d just been slapped. How dare he? How fucking dare he bring that up when she couldn’t remember it? He seemed to realize his mistake because his eyes widened in horror. Evelyn’s face crumpled, and she felt that horrible tension as her face tightened. She would not cry. She would not cry. She would not cry.

Yet, she was so ugly, worthless and to top it off, a whore.

A no good whore.

The no good whore was standing in the middle of the bathroom, half naked in front of a man she’d came on to. A man who’d been forced into a marriage with the no good whore. Every thing was horrid, horrid, horrid. She was horrid.

Evelyn crumpled into the arm chair and tried her hardest to not let the tears fall. But there they were; splashing down her cheeks and plopping appallingly into her hands which were resting limply in her lap. Everything that she’d been pushing down for the longest time was beginning to surface and soon she was sobbing shamefully. She’d ruined so many lives…what was wrong with her?

A pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her up to help her undress the rest of the way.

“Stop looking at me!” She screeched and tried to pull her clothes back on. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” She wasn’t sure who she was yelling at. It could have been Severus who was trying to calm her as she fought him or it could have been the several little thoughts that kept saying horrible things to her. Maybe it was both. She found it hard to concentrate and she was yelling things that she wasn’t comprehending but yet Severus didn’t relent and she found herself being pushed into the pool of warm water. “Just stop!”

“No,” a firm voice said. The voice echoed through her brain and the thoughts dissipated, leaving Evelyn feeling confused. Her thinking hadn’t been this clear in days. Her sobbing ceased and she looked up at Severus who was staring down at her, trying to make sense of it all. His expression clearly asked, “What’s wrong with you?” Of course, she didn’t know. The water, she noted, felt wonderful however.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” Evelyn whispered hoarsely. “I don’t know what came over me. One minute I was in your office and the next minute I’m screaming at you.”

“Evelyn, you’re sick,” was all Severus said. “You need help.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Were you aware that you were calling yourself a whore just now?”

“No, I just remember to telling you to stop.”

“You said, ‘Stop looking at me, stop looking at me, I’m a whore, don’t fucking touch me.’ You don’t remember saying that during the struggle?”

“No,” Evelyn said. All she could remember was screaming at him. She wasn’t aware of what she was screaming. Disgusted, she was disgusted.

“You need help.”

“I’m fine. I’m just tired. I’ve been stressed. I’ll be okay.”

Severus just stared at her for a few moments before he undid his robes and slid into the bathtub next to her. It horrified her slightly, but yet it calmed her even more.

“How long have you been feeling this way?” He found his wand over the side of the tub and summoned a wash rag from the sink. He caught it with his hand and dropped his wand again. After dipping the wash cloth in the water, he began to wash Evelyn’s face which was snotty and covered in smudged make up after her episode.

“I’m fine,” Evelyn insisted and sprawled out so that her neck was propped against one side of the tub and her feet hung over the other side. “I’m tired, that’s all. Please, don’t worry about me.”

“How could I not after that tirade?”

Before Evelyn answered, she caught sight of his left forearm and frowned deeply.

“You saw it before I erased your memory,” Severus said, as to defend himself. The fact that she supposedly didn’t know about it wasn’t what was bothering her. Evelyn grabbed his arm and ran her fingers over the Mark.

“I thought the Mark faded after he died,” Evelyn muttered. “Remus told me they faded…” She looked up at him, slowly, blinking, confused. “What does this mean?” Her grip on his arm remained firm. Severus stared her down for several moments, and it looked to her as though he were struggling inside.

“It did fade,” he said, finally. “But it’s not just me this is happening to. I’ve spoken with some…others…and they grow fearful as well. We believe that a second coming is afoot.”

“I thought he was dead. How can he come back if he’s dead?”

“That’s the thing Evelyn. No one found his body. He was just gone. There are some of us who believe that he never died.”

“Why would they say he was dead if he wasn’t? And if he isn’t what is everyone going to think if he does come back?”

Severus shook his head slowly. “I don’t know, Evelyn. That’s what we’re wondering.”

“What will happen to you if he does?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. He shook his head once more.

“I don’t know.”

In that moment, Evelyn saw something in Severus that she’d never seen before; conflict. He’d always seemed so sure of himself. He would not look at her now. She ran her fingers over the Dark Mark once more. A sudden rush of Déjà vu hit her almost painfully. For some reason, she felt the urge to kiss it, as though kissing it would chase the burden it held away. So she did and then she held his arm to her face and nuzzled it, caressing it with her cheek, before she finally let him have his arm back.

“You did that the first time you saw it,” he said quietly. Evelyn smiled weakly. She sort of remembered now. Evelyn glided gently over to him and held his face in her hand.

“You’re a man who needs a lot of comfort, Severus Snape. Maybe that’s what I saw in you. I’m a sucker for a sob story.”

“I have no sob story,” he growled and gently pushed her hands away from him. They fell upon his chest and her legs swung around his waist, straddling him.

“You don’t find me repulsive, do you?” She asked, trying to appease herself. Seduction was something she knew too well but her body wasn’t what it used to be.

“No,” he said. His hands wandered to her bum and squeezed slightly. “Maybe that’s the problem. If I found you repulsive, we wouldn’t be in the mess we’re in.”

“That’s a thought, I suppose.”

“Why are you doing this now?”

“Doing what?”

“This, Evelyn. You haven’t touched me since we’ve been married hardly. Why now?”

Of course, he brought up a valid point. She was grinding her crotch into his, which was definitely getting a rise out of him, quite literally. The feeling growing between her legs was mounting horribly, and she hadn’t even noticed it until he said something. One of her hands found its way behind his neck and she brought his face to hers. They were so close in fact they were almost crossing their eyes trying to look at each other.

“Because,” she said in a low voice. “You’re all I’ve got right now.”

“Horrible girl,” he hissed before bringing his mouth to hers. Evelyn wasted no time, as soon as his lips met hers, her tongue found his. She wasn’t aware of what she was doing, the need and desire building up and possessing her. His hands, oh god, his hands…the way they moved over her skin and the way they crept like spiders on her body….his fingers seemed to be tracing delicate webs on her moist skin. Beads of sweat began rolling off his face, their breath, which was growing rapid, was echoing off the high ceiling…

The embrace was suddenly broken as Severus gathered her hair in his hands and forcibly yanked her head to the side, meriting a gasp from her as his hot mouth began sucking at the flesh between her shoulder and neck.

“God,” she moaned as he suddenly bit down on the area he’d previously been sucking.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded roughly.

“No,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop, please.”

“The fact that I’m your teacher doesn’t faze you?”

“Oh god, no,” Evelyn moaned as he began to massage her ear lobe with his tongue. Her insides were melting, like hot fudge now. She couldn’t ever remember feeling this turned on, ever. It was no wonder she ended up pregnant with his child. The man was not handsome by any means, nor was he a nice fellow, but God knew, he knew how to please her. “Since when are you my teacher? Since when? Since when?”

“Exactly,” he said, and let her hair go. His hand sunk into the water to somewhere unknown, but his other hand prodded her legs open even more. “Look at me, Evelyn.” She hadn’t realized that her eyes had been closed or that she’d been looking every where else but at him.

“I can’t,” she stated.

“Look at me,” he commanded in a rough whisper. “Look at me. Look at me.”

Evelyn knew she wouldn’t get what she really wanted at that moment unless she obeyed him. Her eyes searched his face, wanting to settle anywhere except those eyes. Those dark, bottomless pit eyes…

They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity.

She just wanted him to…oh god…

“Oh…” she whispered as he penetrated her. This was what she wanted…this…God it seemed like it had been forever for her.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless, girl.”

“Please do…”

“You’re mine, and mine alone,” he said. Evelyn desperately wanted to thrust but he held her firmly in place by her hips. “Give yourself to me.”

“I will if you’d let me…”

“Not like that, idiot girl. I want to hear you say it…”

“I’m yours, now please…” she moaned. He was enjoying teasing her far too much, the prick. His hands left her hips, and now she was free to do as she felt with him…His eyes never left hers the whole time she thrust, rolled her hips and thrashed about on him…the water and steam creating new sensations she’d never felt before…

Everything, she thought, was going to be fine. Just fine.