Rihanna's Son

FINALLY, DAMN MARTI CAN'T YOU UPDATE FASTER???!!!!

ok that was my evil half telling me to get my ass in gear and update more frequently! Well, here's the newest chapter and I hope everyone likes it!


Please review, I love hearing from y'all


live long and prosper,


marti


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Boy bathed, and bathroom cleaned up, Severus led his towel-clad son up the stairs to their connecting bedrooms. He shook his had as he looked down at his shirt, soaked through to his skin, sticking to his flesh coldly. Damien had refused to come out of the bath until his skin was ‘raisined’ as he called it. And thanks to Hermione’s bubble bath, his son smelled like roses and vanilla.

“Can you manage to dress yourself without my help, Damien?”

Yes, the boy had inherited the Snape scowl. He was giving it to his father right now. “Uh huh.”

Severus opened the boy’s door and motioned him in. “I’ll be in my room. When you are finished, come in and get me, please. I’m going to change my shirt.” Severus cocked one eyebrow down at the boy who tried to do the same thing, then ended up giggling. He hurried to his dresser, dropping his towel in the middle of the floor on the way. Well, the child wasn’t a prude at least.


Shaking his head, he closed the door behind the child and went to his own bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt on the way to his closet. He stood in front of it, wondering which black shirt to put on. He should have listened to Hermione and gotten some things with a bit of color. But, he’d always been known for his dark sartorial preferences and liked wearing it. Besides, black was easier to match with his robes, also black. He smiled at the thought of Hermione giving him the green shirt he’d just gotten drenched by his son.

~~~~flashback~~~~


He’d returned from a revel, beaten, bloody and in a fouler mood than usual. Opening his bedroom door he’d been surprised to find his young lover lying on her side atop the bedspread, wearing only this shirt, unbuttoned. It had revealed more than it had covered and the sight had made him forget the aches and pains he’d endured while spying for Minerva that night. She had her head resting on her hand, the gentle curves of her femininity, while her free hand pushed the hem up to reveal more of her peaches and cream body to his sight. He dropped his Death Eater robe to the floor and moved towards her, more of his clothes falling from his body until he stood by the bed only in his underwear, tight and tented with his desire.

“What the devil are you doing here, Miss Granger? Aren’t you worried your friends will find you out of bed and inform Mrs. Weasley?”


“Nope. I snuck Harry in with Ginny, and Ron is playing Exploding Snaps with the twins. No one knows I’m even out of my own bed and in yours. Now, are you going to take advantage of this situation and me, or should I return to my cold bed with this very pretty shirt I bought you today?” She pushed the silky material away from her chest and revealed her right breast, cupping it gently in her hand, palming the hard nipple and shivering from her own touch.


“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathed and knelt on the edge of the bed, bending down and pushing her hand out of the way so he could tongue her nipple before sucking it hard into his mouth and biting into the flesh gently. “But I’ll never wear that shirt, luv. You know I only clothe myself in black, or whatever my Dark Lord wants on me.” He sneered after letting go of her breast with a wet pop.

“You’ll wear it. I picked it out especially for you, my Slytherin lover.”

“It looks wonderful on you, though, Hermione.”

“I’ll see you in this, I swear.” She smirked and rolled to her back, bringing Severus down on top of her, his weight resting mostly on his balled fists on either side of her head.

“Never.”

“Sure I will. When I take all the clothes out of your closet and leave you with that shirt and your underwear.” She smirked and reached up to kiss him lightly on the tip of his nose. He chuckled darkly and bent down to kiss her roughly, his hips grinding into her hard. He rubbed his erection against her and moaned. Hermione reached down and pushed his boxers down, the material catching on his hardness. She giggled and freed his cock, stroking it lightly before turning her attention to his kisses. She wound her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, loving his touch and thankful that he’d returned home safe and relatively unharmed.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m a Gryffindor. You’d be amazed at the things I’d dare do, Professor.”

“Don’t call me that, Hermione. I’m not a teacher anymore.” He whispered against her cheek, sadly. He missed the daily interaction with the students, regardless of how dunderheaded they were; he missed his classroom and the brewing of potions teaching the children.

“You’ll return, Severus. Don’t worry; you’ll be exonerated and go back to Hogwarts.”

“With you as my assistant?” He’d been begging her for the last two weeks to apprentice under him when or if he returned to the school.

She grinned and pulled him down for more attention. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed her heels into his flesh, urging him to slide his erection between her legs. He moaned and kissed her heatedly, his tongue exploring her mouth, teeth nipping gently into her lower lip. He thrust himself between her legs, almost losing his legendary control when he realized how wet and hot she was, how ready she was for him. “Were you doing something naughty before I got here, luv?”

“I’ll never tell. Severus!” She arched into him as he thrust into her hard, without warning. She tightened her legs around him and gripped his shoulder blades with her nails.

“Yes, luv?” He grinned down at her, imbedded deep inside her clenching heat. He could feel her heartbeat around his cock and he forced himself not to thrust into her again.

“Why are you going so slow?” She whined against his chest. She licked a line from one nipple to the other, tasting the salty sweat he was already covered in.

“I want to savor this, Hermione. I need something good after what happened tonight. Please?” Severus held her gaze, the horror he’d seen and been a part of this evening reflecting in his black eyes. She softened beneath him and licked his lip in response. Sometimes it was hard to remember that they weren’t just lovers, but working together in the Order to defeat Voldemort and the Death Eaters. And he had to do horrible things to achieve that goal, sometimes.

He lifted himself up on his hands and looked down at her, her youthful body below him, around him, reminding him of all that was good in his life. He pulled completely out of her and thrust back in slowly, lazily, making her gasp again and close her eyes. He thrust again and again, steadily. He bent his head down and flicked his tongue over one distended nipple. Hermione arched again. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, already close to orgasm. She’d been lying there with her fingers between her legs, relieving the tension of waiting for her lover to return, hoping he’d return this time.

“AAaaahhh! Severus, mmm.” She fell to her back, panting as he started thrusting faster into her, now leaning on one elbow while his free hand worked between their bodies and stroked her clit in time to his thrusts. He had hoped to last longer, but he could feel the fire building in his testicles as they pulled in tighter to his body. Just knowing that this woman, amazing and beautiful, wanted him had him over the edge faster than he thought possible.

He grunted and thrust inside of her, pushing into the mattress with his feet so he could rest as deep in her as he could, wanting to become a part of her body, the other half of her soul. Severus gasped as the orgasm overcame him, stars appearing behind his closed eyes. He opened them and gazed down into Hermione’s peaceful face. She had a bliss-filled smile on her lips as she watched him come, her pussy squeezing around him as he came in fitful spurts.


“I love you, Hermione Granger.” He wanted to ask her to marry him, but feared the same reaction as the last time he’d proposed to a woman.

“I love you too, Severus. Now, don’t you like this shirt?” She grinned up at him and brushed some of his black hair from his face. He gave her one of his rare smiled, usually only for her, and kissed her quickly before rolling from her body to cradle her in his arms.

“I’ll wear the damn thing. For you. Now, make sure you get up before dawn, I’m tired and I’m not sure I’ll awaken in time to get you out of here before morning’s light.” He yawned and squeezed her briefly before closing his eyes and falling into an instant sleep.


~~~~~~end flashback~~~~~~


With a shuddered sigh, Severus looked down at himself and shook his head ruefully. The cold water he’d finally been showered with by his son should have kept him from developing such a reaction. He changed into a black shirt and pulled on his robe to hide his arousal from the memory of Hermione’s visit that night.

“Daddy, I’m ready. Basement now right?” Damien’s voice came from the open bedroom door. Finishing buttoning his robe, he turned to the boy and snorted out a laugh. The child had chosen to put on black robes over his Muggle clothes. With his hair combed back on his head, he looked like severus had at the same age.

Severus couldn’t wait for the Order members, and Remus especially to return and find the boy imitating him so thoroughly. He smirked at the imagined reaction!


~~~~~TBC~~~~


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Another chapter's coming soon. This isn't going to be an open and shut story, i'm going to end it once i get to a certain point. I don't want to write yet another 30+ chapter story, even if said chapters are kind of short