Ravenrin & Slytherclaw

RAVENRIN & SLYTHERCLAW- Chapter 21

The next day Argenta remained in her room, memorising every nook and cranny before she would be force to leave. Her father had left a few hours ago and was sending regular owls to his wife with information on how he was doing. By the time Jules had found a flat and come home with the news, Argenta had packed everything she wanted and had shrunk her furniture to fit into one rucksack, which was perched onto of her 5 waiting trunks.
“All ready? Good, just let me lighten those trunks. Here Andrew, take these and we will meet you there soon,” Jules said as he turned to one of the agents he had been asking about the flats. The young man took the trunks and Apperated away.
“Can we go Father?”
“Don’t you want to say goodbye to your mother?”
“I have already. No need to prolong the move any more,” Argenta said as she picked up the rucksack.
“Very well. I will have to take you via Side- Along as you have no idea where the flat is,” Jules said as he held out his left elbow. To an outsider, the contact between the father and daughter looked like the usual fatherly thing that happened every day, but underneath there was much bitterness. As soon as Argenta took a hold, darkness enveloped the pair and they were soon in front of a small block of flats, just behind the Tower of London.
“The top most flat is yours. Very roomy, if I do say so myself,” Jules chirped as they entered the shadow filled hallway. An elevator was at the end of the hallway, which the daughter and father pair rode to the very top and stepped out to find an ample sized, welcoming and warm hall.
It was decorated in the art-deco style, very fitting for the building. Argenta fell in love with it instantly and rushed to open the double doors to reveal a large living room with a spacious kitchen- diner towards the back, its windows showing the wonderful skyline that was London Town and even further, the City. Once again the living room was already decorated and furnished comfortably, making Argenta wonder if her father had something to do with it or whether if it was left by the previous owners. Off to the right was the one and only bedroom, that too was yet to be furnished and decorated.
‘Typical Daddy. Leaves my most private space to me to decorate as I want,’ thought Argenta as she mentally mapped where she would put everything and chose the colours she would use in there. Next was the bathroom, which had a complete fitted suite but just needed Argenta’s decorating touch to finish it.
“I am sure you will be comfortable here Argenta. You are only 15 minutes walk from Diagon Alley, less if you use the Floo or Apperate,” Jules muttered incoherently in the uncomfortable silence that had surrounded the pair since they had left Blackrise Park.
“Once I have put the finishing touches to the rooms, I’m sure that I will be quite happy here Father,” Argenta replied as she opened the airing cupboard and found an ample pile of towels waiting to be used. They were in a teal and pure white colours and very fluffy.
‘Just the colours I would have picked for in here,’ thought Argenta as they walked back into the living room.
“Well, I suppose I should leave you to unpack. Do write. I’m sure your Mother will want to hear how you go on.”
“Of course Father. And thank you,” Argenta managed to stammer before Jules left the flat. He simply nodded before he turned and Apperated away, leaving Argenta stood all alone in her own place. She made herself busy by setting about unpacking and magicking the desired colours onto the walls, eventually ending in her being very exhausted, but pleased with the overall result. She had not changed the décor or furnishings in either the hallway or living room and kitchen-diner, as she liked them as they were. Her bedroom, now full with her king size bed, vanity dresser and wardrobe, was decorated in a sensual burgundy with black lace details on one feature wall. Accessories that adorned the bed, dresser and the curtains were the opposite colours to the feature wall. Argenta was rather proud of how the look had pulled itself together. The bathroom was decorated simply, mainly white with teal square tile with smaller white squares on them in a very random pattern. Argenta spent more time getting the bedroom just right as she knew that she would be spending more time in there then anywhere else in the flat. Tired and work-worn, Argenta gladly fell into her own bed, in her own bedroom that was situated in her own flat and fell to sleep at once, dreaming of the wonderful times that where yet to come.
The next morning Argenta was awake as soon as the sun shone through the curtains and penned a note to Severus to come and visit soon. A reply was returned almost instantly. He wrote that he would be there directly. No sooner had Argenta finished reading the note and with no time to change out of her nightwear, there was a knock on her front door. Argenta all but ran bare footed to the doors and wrenched them open. Standing rather hesitantly was Severus holding a rather large bunch of flowers, which included Argenta’s favourites, deep red roses. Severus drank in her beauty and silently thanked the Gods for allowing the owl that had delivered his return letter to fly so swiftly and fast, so that he could see his lover standing in front of him in her nightwear. He cleared his wandering thoughts and broke the silence.
“Your father has taste,” he said, handing over the large bouquet.
“Yes, well. Come in,” flustered Argenta, hastily burying her head into the delicious smell of roses mixed with a plethora of other flowers. Severus wandered around the living room and kitchen-diner as Argenta split the flowers into two vases and then placed one on the breakfast bar and the other on the small table by her bedroom door. She decided that she would move that vase into her bedroom later.
“How have you been Argenta?” Severus received no reply, but did earn a swift and ardent kiss.
“Take it you’ve missed me,” smirked Severus before passionately kissing Argenta onto the sofa that happened to be just behind her.
“I do intend to christen each room,” growled Argenta as she licked and nibbled at Severus’ ear, making him growl in return.
“Should I ward the walls dearest?”
“No. Downstairs is an old deaf couple. They will never hear a thing,” replied Argenta with a wicked glint in her eyes.
‘Gods he really cares for me. He would never call me ‘dearest’ unless he meant it!,’ surmised Argenta as clothes were slowly shed and the pair were squirming under each other’s manipulations in no time. By lunchtime, each room had been fully ‘christened’ and the loving pair were now cosied up in Argenta’s bed with strawberries, chocolate sauce, peaches and other various fruits Argenta and Severus ate off of each other’s bodies.
“Now that’s a house warming present!,” laughed Argenta as Severus licked a trace of chocolate sauce off of her breasts. For the rest of that day the pair of lovers remained in bed, lazily eating fruits from each other’s bodies and being fed by the other. During each session, both experienced the most explosive orgasms either of them had ever had, period.
“OH GODS SEVERUS! FUCK YES!” Argenta came hard against Severus’ sex once more as he pounded and plundered her deeper, making her orgasm longer and more intense with each stroke. Severus came deep and fast in Argenta’s sweet, hot centre and stayed within her until they both had sated and got themselves into a comfortable position in which to fall asleep in.
During the night, Severus’ Dark Mark burned. He silently slipped out of the soft and welcoming bed of his lover and quickly dressed before leaving and appearing in front of his master.
“My Lord,” Severus said as he bowed respectfully, as it was expected of him.
“Ahh, Severus. I hope that I had not interrupted anything?,” Lord Voldemort pried.
“Nothing that I can not deal with later.”
“Good, good. How are the plans progressing?”
“Slowly, but surely. We will have the prophecy soon. Malfoy seems certain that it is located deep with in the Mysteries Department.”
“Very well. Keep a close eye on Malfoy though. I have the feeling that he may not produce the desired result,” Lord Voldemort confided in Severus.
Of course My Lord. His movements are closely watched, although he doesn’t know it.”
“Is there any other news Severus? How goes the treaty with the Dementors and the release of your fellow Death Eaters, my most loyal of followers, other than yourself of course Severus.”
“Not as yet My Lord, but as soon as I hear anything I will send word,” Severus answered.
“Excellent. I require no more from you. Keep up the good work Severus,” Voldemort said as Severus bowed one final time before turning and Apperating back to the comforts of Argenta’s loving arms. Luckily, during his absence Argenta had not woken, so she did not know that he had left and returned. Deftly, he slid back under the covers and allowed his now tense body to mould and relax around Argenta’s soft form. Sleep soon took the spy away from the land of the awake and to the land of dreams, nightmares even that were filled with Argenta and the Dark Lord doing things only he, Severus, and his love, Argenta do.