To Love and To Lose

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters that you recognize. The new ones are my own creations. The name of the Naked Lady pub I took from a TV program called ‘The A-Team’. Thought if was a wonderful idea.


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Five

Sunday Late Afternoon-London -4/13


Jessica finally forced herself to fold away the sofa bed after Severus had left. She hated to do it because that bed reminded her of the most wonderful nights of her life, but her tiny room needed space and besides, the whole place needed a thorough cleaning. She felt the need to do something, anything, to keep her mind occupied and off of that man, that one person that kept running though her thoughts repeatedly. She was pleasantly exhausted but her energy level was still to high to rest. She needed to work of some of that energy Severus sparked in her.

She smiled as she pulled out her small vacuum and switched it on, running it across the thin threadbare carpet. The tiny activity helped her concentrate on him, on their times they spent together. From every Friday to Sunday, she and Severus were nearly inseparable. Every weekend was theirs, almost.

The only time they were separated for any length of time was during her nightly performances at The Naked Lady; but even then, Severus wasn’t more than twenty feet away. Most of that time he was always on the watch for troublemakers.

He was the perfect bouncer and even her boss; Charlie loved him being around during those stressful nights. The weekends were no cause for concern any longer. The police rarely came by anymore and the customers were more well behaved than ever before. No one dared cause trouble with Severus’s dark presence looming about. It fascinated her as to how he was able to intimidate even the biggest man by a mere glare or a drop in his voice. It was amazing to watch him work, to watch him make a man shake in his shoes and exit the pub with barely an argument.

She was thankful that her boss and her boyfriend took up such a nice friendship. She hated the thought of being there without him. Being able to look out into the audience and see his beautiful dark eyes gazing up adoringly at her. It made it all worth while.

Charlie usually hated it when significant others came into the pub. To him it made the workers, well, non-workers. The spouses, boyfriends or girlfriends distracted his employees and he banished most of them from the club if their *others* were working that night.

He had tried to banish Severus once until he had watched the tall man easily toss out two overly obnoxious men without breaking a sweat. This had caused Charlie’s attitude towards him to increase by ten fold. He no longer complained when Severus was there while she was performing nor cared that he never paid for a drink.

He needed a proper bouncer and hell, he wasn’t paying him…so what the hell. Let him drink all he wanted, which to his relief, seemed to be very little.

Flora had teased her once yesterday about him being the perfectly infatuated boyfriend and that had made her smile. Not about him being infatuated with her, but just the fact that he made her feel safe, especially on Saturdays when it was the worst of the week. No one dared molest her now, now that her boyfriend was there. And a dark, inauspicious and very intimidating man to boot.

She loved every minute of it though. Loved knowing that he was there to see her, to protect her and to make love to her throughout the long evenings. If Flora had only known what her boyfriend did to her at nights, she’d have a heart attack.

Her boyfriend.

She liked the sound of that. *HER* boyfriend, *HER* lover. She chuckled at that. Who would have ever have guessed that she would finally find the one she was meant for? One who caused her heart to sing and her body to tremble just at the thought of his black eyes traveling over her or his quirksome yet troubled smile. Sometimes those smiles seem so sad and, at times, never quite reached his eyes. It was during those times that the most intimate part of their relationship was initiated. She wanted to break that sadness that she felt in him.

She wondered if these bouts of sadness were because of his work. He says he loves it, but…she paused in her vacuuming and frowned. What was the name of the school again? He had never really told her much about this school of his. He had mentioned the name of it a few times, if only she could remember it. She frowned again and thought about it. She was sure he has spoken the name but the name refused to come to mind.

Hum.

She finally shrugged, dismissing that thought. It would most likely come to her later when she wasn’t thinking about it. She turned off the vacuum and looked around her apartment. The lunch she had prepared earlier still sat, barely touched, on the dining table. Neither of them was hungry and they stayed most of the time in bed, either talking or making love.

It was another wonderful weekend, which ended way too soon for either of them.

Jessica moved around the room slowly, stiff and sore after another truly mind blowing sexual experience, yet it wasn’t an unpleasant soreness, exactly. She felt exhausted, yet energized something that she couldn’t quite comprehend. A full two days of non-stop sexual frenzy and she still could go for more. She was restless, charged…intensified.

Her body wouldn’t stop, her mind went over it all, bit by bit.

Just that morning she was in the middle of yet another intense orgasm as Severus was thrusting into her mercilessly. Her legs thrown over his shoulder and he had her bent almost in half with her knees up near her head. It was incredible, the things he was teaching her. He was whispering words of encouragement into her ear, when she thought she heard something, an muffled explosion, but dismissed it when at that same time Severus screamed out her name and came, deep inside of her. She cried out and immediately followed him into euphoria. The curious noise forgotten.

Now that memory had returned and she straightened back up as it came floating back into her consciousness. What was that explosion? She didn’t remember hearing any sirens or alarms blaring afterwards.

Curious, but not so much as to leave the apartment she shrugged her tiny shoulders to dismiss the memory and relentlessly pulled the area rug up from under the dining table to sweep from underneath it.

‘Keep your mind on cleaning, Jessie’ She reprimanded herself, ‘and you won’t start to miss him.’

Yeah right. She missed him the moment he stepped out of this apartment.

Shaking her head, she forced her mind to quit dwelling and keep on with her cleaning.

“Maybe if I clean my closet…”

Mumbling as she grabbed a box of trash bags and started pulling things out of the cluttered space. She grimaced as her hand encountered a gooey substance.

“What the hell?”

Stooping and picking up remains of several bottles wrinkling her nose at the gooey mess they made all over her things. All of her clothes were covered in muck from every cosmetic bottle she had stored inside. Something caused them to burst and she grimaced at the sight.

“Great…just great…now I have to have this all washed…”
Dreading the rest of the day, she was going to have to waste in the laundry room on the third floor.

“Well, at least I know what the explosion was…weird…this was just like all the aerosol cans the other day. I’m gonna have to have the maintenance man go over the heating system here.”

She muttered as she gathered all of her mucky clothes to take down to the laundry.

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