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Title: Hissing
Rating:Adult/NC-17
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lilyseyes
Word Count:3690
Challenge: September 1: Return of Porn
Warnings: MPreg, outdoor!sex, rimming, Parsel!smut, dirty talk, a bit of fluff
Disclaimer: JKR ownes the Potterverse – I just play with them
Betas:jadzia7667, irisgirl12000, and rakina
Another in the Breathe
series
A/N: Minor DH Spoilers! If you haven’t read the book, you’ll miss the spoiler!
Harry carefully cleaned the fresh black truffles before slicing them precisely into paper-thin pieces. His lower back throbbed, as it had intermittently all morning, and Harry arched backward in an attempt to ease the pain. Small arms wrapped around his leg and Harry smiled as he looked down at Sevvy.
“Are you bored already, my little prince?”
Crouching down slowly, Harry kissed Sevvy. Waiting until the baby wrapped his arms around his neck, Harry looped an arm around Sevvy’s back and settled him on his hip before moving over to wash his hands. The wall behind the sink was enchanted glass and wooden beams, allowing diffuse sunlight to stream in. Harry found the view of the meadow and the copse of trees soothing; he was very glad that Severus had insisted the kitchen be completed first. It and Severus’ adjacent potions workshop, stood at one end of the house, and the rest of it wasdue to be finished in the next few weeks.
“Da! ‘nate!”
Sevvy squirmed in his arms and Harry had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Severus and his educated approach to child-rearing were sometimes too much.
“You have to go to the loo, Sevvy?” Harry tried as he carried his son to the attached bathroom where the baby potty stood. “Loo is much easier to say than urinate.”
Setting Sevvy down, Harry watched out of the corner of his eye as he took care of his own needs, immensely proud of his son’s progress, despite the nighttime nappy and occasional accident. They washed their hands and Harry was helping Sevvy dry his when a sharp pain flared low in his abdomen. Hissing, he bent down, pressing a hand to the tight muscle under his belly. Laurel had been unusually active last night – the last they would spend in the tent under the trees – but she'd been quiet this morning.
The pain eased and Harry found that Sevvy had wrapped his arms tightly around his leg, looking up at him with Severus’ dark eyes.
“Dadamabadismapapa!” Sevvy had picked up his anxiety.
“I’m fine, Sevvy, and Papa is at Hogwarts preparing for the Welcoming Feast tonight,” Harry told the baby as they moved back into the kitchen. “We have to get our special lunch ready for him, though.”
Settling his son onto the mat in his play area, Harry eyed the broad window seat longingly before turning back to his preparations. He had fallen in love with the spacious, open kitchen the moment he had seen it, with its warm fireplace, large windows and a play nook for the children. Severus had a desk in the corner next to the door that lead down to his lab and Harry had a writing table beside it. It would be the perfect place to spend a cozy winter afternoon with the children, he thought as he cleaned the fresh scallops Dobby had brought. Harry wanted to have an elegant lunch ready for Severus, the first meal cooked in their new kitchen.
Another pain flared as he was inserting thin pieces of truffle into each of the scallops, and he bent as his abdominal muscles tightened. Panting softly seemed to help a bit as the pain receded, allowing Harry to straighten again. Sevvy was once again wrapped around his leg, Dragon crushed between them. Harry stroked the baby’s soft hair in an effort to calm him, even as he offered a prayer to the Goddess. He didn’t mind if Laurel decided to come early; Harry only wanted her to be healthy. As long as nothing was wrong with her…
~~~*~*~~~
Sevvy looked up at Daddy with wide eyes. He knew Daddy was hurting, but didn’t understand why Papa didn’t come. Papa always knew when Daddy was in pain! The gentle hand stroking his hair reassured Sevvy, but he knew Daddy was upset. A movement near the window caught Sevvy’s eye, and he smiled in relief. Grandma Lily would take care of Daddy.
“Dama!” Sevvy pointed gleefully as Daddy began his cooking again.
“Is Grandma Lily here, Sevvy? Will you tell her how much I love her?”
The red-haired lady laughed and Sevvy giggled, because Grandma knew that already. Daddy was just being silly. She bent down to kiss Sevvy’s head and he was sad that he could see her but not feel her touch.
“Daddy will be fine, sweetie, it’s just Laurel practicing for when her time comes.”
Sevvy was glad to hear that Daddy would be fine. “Damasamadlulucoma, Da!”
Daddy looked down at him, blinking for a moment. “Grandma says what, baby?”
“Luludasdood, Dada.” Sevvy certainly hoped that his fathers learned better communication skills as he grew older.
“Lulu…ah, Laurel is good? Grandma Lily says Laurel is good?” Daddy stopped the slow stirring of the oddly-shaped cauldron on the stove.
Sevvy grinned broadly and held up his hands, trying to reach the bottom of Daddy’s shirt. He wanted to give his little sister a kiss, but Daddy was too tall. A rumble of laughter overhead told him that Daddy knew what he wanted to do.
“Tell Grandma Lily thank you, my little prince, and if you will just be patient one more minute, then you can have my full attention.”
With a squeeze to Daddy’s leg, Sevvy leaned against him and chewed absently on Dragon’s tail. Maybe they could take a walk before Papa came for lunch, because Sevvy really wanted to find Snake and take her back home. Sevvy didn’t want his new friend to get lonely while he was at Hogwarts.
~~~*~*~~~
Carefully stirring the sherry vinegar and slivered truffle into the strained brown butter, Harry watched the delicate liquid gently simmer for several minutes before casting a stasis spell on it. The salad greens were washed and seasoned, tossed with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, and all that was left was to grill the truffle-stuffed scallops as soon as Severus returned. The large wooden table they had found in Diagon Alley was set with the green-edged cream Wedgwood china Severus had surprised him with the day before.
Rubbing a hand along the muscle that was beginning to tighten again under where his daughter rested, Harry sucked in a deep breath. The stab of pain was nowhere near as sharp this time, much to his relief. Harry didn’t doubt that his mum was right, but he was still worried that it was too early for the baby to come. Maybe a walk would help and he knew how much Sevvy loved the sunshine. The temperature had turned unseasonably warm here in southern England and Harry was sure that Severus was glad to be back in the cooler Scottish climate.
Pulling his butter-splattered shirt off, Harry dropped it on the back of a chair as Sevvy watched him. In a flash, his son had stripped down to his big-boy underpants and Harry had to tug those back up as he caught Sevvy up in his arms. Dragon was summoned and they walked out into the sunshine. Severus had made a potion for the baby to drink that prevented him from burning in the sun, leaving his skin a golden color. Harry's own skin had tanned even darker during their visits to the building site, as he had spent most of his time resting and playing with Sevvy outdoors. Adjacent to Godric’s Hollow as they were, Harry was not concerned about any Muggles getting through the wards and enchantments, and spent a great deal of time enjoying the sunshine as it warmed his distended belly.
Sevvy wiggled insistently and Harry set him down just as another pain lanced through his abdomen, the muscle tightening again. Taking a deep breath, Harry eased himself down onto the blanket they had left at the edge of the meadow, knowing the wards would keep Sevvy from going too far. Harry smoothed a hand over his belly as the pain and tightness eased, stretching out on his side as he watched the baby move around the sea of grass.
The hot sun felt wonderful against his achy stomach and had it not been for the lunch he had so painstakingly prepared, Harry felt like he could sleep the afternoon away, hidden as he was by the swaying grass. Sevvy ran to a small group of stones that had been piled to mark the edge of the protective boundary and crouched down. A sing-song hissing sound brought Harry’s head up, his eyes narrowed against the noon sun as he watched Sevvy. Setting Dragon down on a flat rock, Sevvy tugged off his underpants and set them on the ground. Struggling to his feet, Harry saw the little green snake his son had been playing with crawl onto the shorts, and Sevvy picked both up.
“Severus James!” Harry made his way over, listening to the hissing baby-babble in Parseltongue.
“’nake!” His son held up his prize for Harry to admire.
“Yes, Sevvy,” Harry knelt and extracted the pants from Sevvy’s hands, slipping them back on the baby. “He looks like a handsome snake, too, but you know that Papa would not like a snake in the house.”
~Is this your sire or carrier, young one?~ The snake bobbed its head at Harry.
~I am the carrier, Harry informed the snake, ignoring the stubborn set of his son’s face. I do not think you would like to go back with us to the cold dungeons of Hogwarts.
He turned to Sevvy and had to stifle a laugh; but for the protruding lower lip, his son was a miniature of his father in a tetchy mood. The snake stroked the baby’s finger with a flicking tongue, wrapping its tail around Sevvy’s wrist.
“NO!”
Kneeling, Harry brought himself down to Sevvy’s level. “We do not shout at one another, Severus,” he admonished gently, petting the snake’s head with his fingertip as he switched to Parseltongue. ~Snake would not like the cold of Hogwarts, my son, cold makes serpents sleep. Perhaps Snake would consent to stay and keep the garden free of rodents while we are at school?~
The little green snake bobbed her head enthusiastically at this idea. ~I am Esssa and I would be honored to guard the garden of the speakers.
Surprisingly, Sevvy seemed placated by the snake’s acceptance, but Harry didn’t want to take the chance that he’d have to deal with a cranky baby.
“Come, my little prince, let’s pick some flowers to make the table pretty for Papa.”
His attention diverted, Sevvy ran towards a patch of wild flowers. Dragging Dragon by the tail, he hissed happily at Esssa, who remained curled around his wrist. Harry smiled as the little green shorts sagged halfway down his son’s bum, concluding that their imp was a nudist at heart. Following behind at a slower rate, Harry wondered how Severus was going to deal with this new behavior of their son's. Both he and Severus had been less than amused last summer when Teddy overused what had been his favorite word, “NO”. Molly Weasley had assured him that that this was a phase toddlers went through, one designed to test their boundaries. Personally, Harry had thought it was more a test of a parent’s endurance and patience.
“Dada!” Sevvy ran to him with a ragged purple flower, shorts headed knee-ward.
Pulling up the shorts automatically, Harry admired Sevvy’s handiwork before ‘helping’ the baby gather several more. They settled the snake at the edge of the garden before carrying the flowers inside. Harry rinsed both flowers and son in the sink, setting a small vase near the highchair so that Sevvy could present them to Severus. A cooling charm on the room helped with the rising temperature and an iced juice pop kept Sevvy busy while Harry carefully grilled the scallops and laid them on the bed of seasoned greens.
A soft ‘pop’ announced Severus’ arrival and Harry quickly set the food on the table, anxious for everything to be perfect.
“Pa!”
~~~*~*~~~
Severus could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his back as the black robes he wore soaked up the blazing sun. The pleasantly warm day he’d come from at Hogwarts had been replaced by the unseasonable heat in southwest England. His fingers were already at work on the buttons of his outer robes as the door to their home sprang open at his approach.
Home.
Who would have envisioned Severus Snape ever being fortunate enough to have a home and a family, let alone being capable of inspiring the fierce, soul-deep love that he shared with his Harry? Severus set a silent thanks to the Goddess for all she had given him.
Another whisper of pain came through the bond just as Severus stepped across the threshold, his eyes immediately seeking out his pregnant spouse. Harry was leaning on a chair next to the table, one hand pressed under the mound where their daughter lay. His husband’s face was on the pale side, but Harry nodded towards the end of the table and Severus’ eyes swept the length. Little Severus sat in his highchair, a riotous bouquet of wildflowers next to him. A heavenly aroma tickled his prodigious nose and he noted the table was set with their new china.
“Pa!”
His son squealed, his hand extended towards him and Severus had a feeling the baby would have summoned him magically if he thought he could. Pulling off his robes, Severus bent to kiss the nearly-naked child.
“While you are undeniably adorable, my little serpent, it is proper to wear a shirt while dining,” Severus retrieved the shirt that had obviously just been shed, slipping it back on his giggling son.
“He’s going to dump those flowers on you if you don’t admire them,” Harry said conversationally as he slowly straightened up.
“Your floral display is simply wonderful, Severus,” he dutifully told his son, before pinning Harry with a sharp look. “You’re in pain.”
Harry gave him a crooked smile. “Just some cramps, I think. Mum told Sevvy that they were, I don't know, practice for Laurel, I think.”
“Braxton-Hicks contractions, otherwise known as false labor,” Severus nodded, moving to enfold Harry in his arms. “Poppy told me about them when you were pregnant with the imp, but you never experienced them, so I forgot to tell you about the possibility.”
Harry’s soft kiss of welcome deepened as Severus molded the rounded body against him, enjoying the way his lover responded to his kisses with soft sighs and moans. Little Severus’ spirited banging against his tray brought their activity to a premature halt and Severus buried his nose in Harry’s sweat-damp hair. The younger man hissed softly into his ear, and the wave of heat Severus felt had nothing to do with the ambient temperature in the room. He pulled back enough to search the emerald eyes, seeing mischief in their depths.
At first Severus wasn’t sure how he would make it through the delicious lunch, but he was distracted when the delicately nutty flavor of fresh black truffle exploded on his tongue. Actually moaning at the taste, Severus savored the flavor and the delighted smile that lit Harry’s face.
“Dobby collected them for me after I found the recipe in that book you brought home,” Harry explained, answering Severus’ unasked question. “I wanted something special for the first meal cooked in our new house.”
Severus smiled slightly, one hand automatically summoning the bottle Sevvy dropped off his tray. “You have indeed accomplished that, my Harry. This is exceptionally flavorful and the scallops are grilled to perfection.”
The slight blush warmed his husband’s sun-kissed cheeks Harry was still not used to receiving compliments. The shy delight on the young man’s face more than made up for the long Apparation from Hogwarts. Their son inserted his opinion into their conversation as Severus relayed to Harry the latest timetable for the completion of the house. Both wanted to be moved in and complete a blessing on their new home before Laurel made her appearance sometime around the Autumnal Equinox.
Severus watched Harry’s animated face as he spoke about decorating the children’s nursery. That this gorgeous, powerful young man had chosen to love him, along with the depth of love Severus’ had discovered within himself, still had the power to astound him. The image of Harry’s face, pale and tremulous, surfaced unbidden in his mind as Severus remembered the day they had discovered that Harry was pregnant with little Severus. His husband had feared Severus’ reaction while he had been thunderstruck, knowing it took an immensely powerful wizard and a soul-deep love to create a child. Harry’s relief had been sobering at his acceptance, but Severus had questioned his ability to truly love any child until the little imp had kicked at him from inside the magical womb and become real to Severus. The day Harry had fallen from his broom had been even more terrifying for him than Nagini’s attack at the end of the war, as Severus realized that he could lose the two most precious things in the world to him.
“Would you like to see the garden while Sevvy naps?” Harry asked him, breaking into his thoughts.
“I would indeed,” Severus answered, a fierce longing to show his Harry just how much he was loved welling up inside him.
Little Severus was particularly cooperative, falling asleep before they were finished with lunch. Deftly slipping a clean nappy on the baby, Severus laid little Severus down with Dragon tucked beside him and conjured a little green tent around the cot. He cast a monitoring spell and a cooling charm on the area, while Harry finished with the washing up.
They met at the door, exiting the kitchen hand in hand as Harry led him toward the meadow of tall grass and wildflowers adjacent to the garden. A thick, downy blanket of the palest green appeared and Severus stepped onto it as his remaining clothing was spelled off. Enfolding his smirking husband in his arms, Severus proceeded to kiss Harry until he sagged against him, all warm skin and heaving chest. With a smirk of his own, Severus lowered them both down onto the blanket. He stretched out beside the younger man, long fingers carding through the unruly hair.
“No cramping?” Severus asked softly, sliding his hand down to cup Harry’s cheek.
“No, it only seems to do that when I stand for awhile,” Harry told him, running a finger down the center of Severus' chest.
Severus covered the trailing hand with his own, pressing it against his heart as he leaned in to kiss Harry hard, nipping at his lower lip. Pushing up onto his hands and knees, Severus licked and nipped a path down Harry’s jaw and throat, biting gently at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Settling on his knees between his lover’s thighs, Severus brought his fingers into play, pinching and twisting each of the swollen nipples in turn as he suckled the other, loving the moans that erupted from Harry’s throat. Smoothing his hands over the mound of baby belly, Severus moved down to taste the distended navel with the tip of his tongue, holding the jerking hips firmly. Harry whimpered as he tried to rub his hard cock against Severus’ cheek. The whimpers changed to a series of sibilant sounds that enflamed Severus.
Cheeky brat, Severus thought as he teased the head of Harry’s cock with his tongue; Harry knew what Parseltongue did to him. Pulling away with a wicked smile, Severus nipped at his husband’s inner thigh before sitting back.
“Up, my impertinent brat, on your hands and knees.”
Scrambling to comply, Harry continued to hiss softly and Severus shivered with arousal as the sounds caressed his libido. He smacked one milky cheek sharply, leaning in to bite down hard enough to mark the flesh. Harry cried out, pushing back against him and Severus grabbed his arse firmly. Spreading the delectable cheeks, Severus whispered a cleaning charm as well as a lubrication spell, slipping one thumb into his husband’s entrance. Harry’s hissing rose an octave when Severus replaced his thumb with his tongue, lapping at the ring of muscle. Using tongue and fingers in concert, Severus stretched Harry, making sure he tormented his sweet spot.
“Now, Severus, please!” Harry practically sobbed through their bond, his arousal fever-pitched through their bond.
Severus guided himself to the well-stretched hole and pushed gently though the ring of guardian muscle. Harry groaned and pushed back, impaling himself with a long, hissing sigh. It was Severus’ turn to groan as Harry clenched his muscles, gripping his cock firmly.
“Now, Severus – fuck me hard! Ram that gorgeous prick into me and make me scream!”
He wasn’t sure if the words were whispered aloud or in his mind, in English or
Parseltongue, but the filthy talk snapped his control. Grabbing the slender hips, Severus had the presence of mind to cast a cushioning charm underneath them for Laurel before he began to pound into Harry, angling his hips until he heard the gasp that told him he had hit Harry’s prostate. Severus saw Harry brace himself on one hand, still thrusting back against him stroke for stroke as his husband slide a hand under them. Fingertips purposely brushed Severus' balls as Harry reached down to fist his cock. The touch sent Severus over the edge and he buried himself deep as he filled Harry with his release. Severus’ climax swept through the bond and Harry shuddered beneath him as he came as well.
Severus managed not to collapse on his husband, using gravity to pull them both over onto their sides. The tingle of magic against his skin told him Harry was still conscious and a sudden, cool shade confirmed it. Harry snuggled back against him and Severus buried his nose in his damp hair, one hand sliding over his swollen belly.
“That was incredible,” Harry murmured sleepily.
“Of course it was,” Severus managed to sound smug.
“Git,” There was amusement in Harry’s tone. “I love you anyway!”
Severus reached down and entwined their fingers over where their daughter rested. “And I love you, my Harry.”
Rating:Adult/NC-17
Author:
lilyseyesWord Count:3690
Challenge: September 1: Return of Porn
Warnings: MPreg, outdoor!sex, rimming, Parsel!smut, dirty talk, a bit of fluff
Disclaimer: JKR ownes the Potterverse – I just play with them
Betas:
jadzia7667, irisgirl12000, and rakina Another in the Breathe
series
A/N: Minor DH Spoilers! If you haven’t read the book, you’ll miss the spoiler!
Harry carefully cleaned the fresh black truffles before slicing them precisely into paper-thin pieces. His lower back throbbed, as it had intermittently all morning, and Harry arched backward in an attempt to ease the pain. Small arms wrapped around his leg and Harry smiled as he looked down at Sevvy.
“Are you bored already, my little prince?”
Crouching down slowly, Harry kissed Sevvy. Waiting until the baby wrapped his arms around his neck, Harry looped an arm around Sevvy’s back and settled him on his hip before moving over to wash his hands. The wall behind the sink was enchanted glass and wooden beams, allowing diffuse sunlight to stream in. Harry found the view of the meadow and the copse of trees soothing; he was very glad that Severus had insisted the kitchen be completed first. It and Severus’ adjacent potions workshop, stood at one end of the house, and the rest of it wasdue to be finished in the next few weeks.
“Da! ‘nate!”
Sevvy squirmed in his arms and Harry had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Severus and his educated approach to child-rearing were sometimes too much.
“You have to go to the loo, Sevvy?” Harry tried as he carried his son to the attached bathroom where the baby potty stood. “Loo is much easier to say than urinate.”
Setting Sevvy down, Harry watched out of the corner of his eye as he took care of his own needs, immensely proud of his son’s progress, despite the nighttime nappy and occasional accident. They washed their hands and Harry was helping Sevvy dry his when a sharp pain flared low in his abdomen. Hissing, he bent down, pressing a hand to the tight muscle under his belly. Laurel had been unusually active last night – the last they would spend in the tent under the trees – but she'd been quiet this morning.
The pain eased and Harry found that Sevvy had wrapped his arms tightly around his leg, looking up at him with Severus’ dark eyes.
“Dadamabadismapapa!” Sevvy had picked up his anxiety.
“I’m fine, Sevvy, and Papa is at Hogwarts preparing for the Welcoming Feast tonight,” Harry told the baby as they moved back into the kitchen. “We have to get our special lunch ready for him, though.”
Settling his son onto the mat in his play area, Harry eyed the broad window seat longingly before turning back to his preparations. He had fallen in love with the spacious, open kitchen the moment he had seen it, with its warm fireplace, large windows and a play nook for the children. Severus had a desk in the corner next to the door that lead down to his lab and Harry had a writing table beside it. It would be the perfect place to spend a cozy winter afternoon with the children, he thought as he cleaned the fresh scallops Dobby had brought. Harry wanted to have an elegant lunch ready for Severus, the first meal cooked in their new kitchen.
Another pain flared as he was inserting thin pieces of truffle into each of the scallops, and he bent as his abdominal muscles tightened. Panting softly seemed to help a bit as the pain receded, allowing Harry to straighten again. Sevvy was once again wrapped around his leg, Dragon crushed between them. Harry stroked the baby’s soft hair in an effort to calm him, even as he offered a prayer to the Goddess. He didn’t mind if Laurel decided to come early; Harry only wanted her to be healthy. As long as nothing was wrong with her…
Sevvy looked up at Daddy with wide eyes. He knew Daddy was hurting, but didn’t understand why Papa didn’t come. Papa always knew when Daddy was in pain! The gentle hand stroking his hair reassured Sevvy, but he knew Daddy was upset. A movement near the window caught Sevvy’s eye, and he smiled in relief. Grandma Lily would take care of Daddy.
“Dama!” Sevvy pointed gleefully as Daddy began his cooking again.
“Is Grandma Lily here, Sevvy? Will you tell her how much I love her?”
The red-haired lady laughed and Sevvy giggled, because Grandma knew that already. Daddy was just being silly. She bent down to kiss Sevvy’s head and he was sad that he could see her but not feel her touch.
“Daddy will be fine, sweetie, it’s just Laurel practicing for when her time comes.”
Sevvy was glad to hear that Daddy would be fine. “Damasamadlulucoma, Da!”
Daddy looked down at him, blinking for a moment. “Grandma says what, baby?”
“Luludasdood, Dada.” Sevvy certainly hoped that his fathers learned better communication skills as he grew older.
“Lulu…ah, Laurel is good? Grandma Lily says Laurel is good?” Daddy stopped the slow stirring of the oddly-shaped cauldron on the stove.
Sevvy grinned broadly and held up his hands, trying to reach the bottom of Daddy’s shirt. He wanted to give his little sister a kiss, but Daddy was too tall. A rumble of laughter overhead told him that Daddy knew what he wanted to do.
“Tell Grandma Lily thank you, my little prince, and if you will just be patient one more minute, then you can have my full attention.”
With a squeeze to Daddy’s leg, Sevvy leaned against him and chewed absently on Dragon’s tail. Maybe they could take a walk before Papa came for lunch, because Sevvy really wanted to find Snake and take her back home. Sevvy didn’t want his new friend to get lonely while he was at Hogwarts.
Carefully stirring the sherry vinegar and slivered truffle into the strained brown butter, Harry watched the delicate liquid gently simmer for several minutes before casting a stasis spell on it. The salad greens were washed and seasoned, tossed with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, and all that was left was to grill the truffle-stuffed scallops as soon as Severus returned. The large wooden table they had found in Diagon Alley was set with the green-edged cream Wedgwood china Severus had surprised him with the day before.
Rubbing a hand along the muscle that was beginning to tighten again under where his daughter rested, Harry sucked in a deep breath. The stab of pain was nowhere near as sharp this time, much to his relief. Harry didn’t doubt that his mum was right, but he was still worried that it was too early for the baby to come. Maybe a walk would help and he knew how much Sevvy loved the sunshine. The temperature had turned unseasonably warm here in southern England and Harry was sure that Severus was glad to be back in the cooler Scottish climate.
Pulling his butter-splattered shirt off, Harry dropped it on the back of a chair as Sevvy watched him. In a flash, his son had stripped down to his big-boy underpants and Harry had to tug those back up as he caught Sevvy up in his arms. Dragon was summoned and they walked out into the sunshine. Severus had made a potion for the baby to drink that prevented him from burning in the sun, leaving his skin a golden color. Harry's own skin had tanned even darker during their visits to the building site, as he had spent most of his time resting and playing with Sevvy outdoors. Adjacent to Godric’s Hollow as they were, Harry was not concerned about any Muggles getting through the wards and enchantments, and spent a great deal of time enjoying the sunshine as it warmed his distended belly.
Sevvy wiggled insistently and Harry set him down just as another pain lanced through his abdomen, the muscle tightening again. Taking a deep breath, Harry eased himself down onto the blanket they had left at the edge of the meadow, knowing the wards would keep Sevvy from going too far. Harry smoothed a hand over his belly as the pain and tightness eased, stretching out on his side as he watched the baby move around the sea of grass.
The hot sun felt wonderful against his achy stomach and had it not been for the lunch he had so painstakingly prepared, Harry felt like he could sleep the afternoon away, hidden as he was by the swaying grass. Sevvy ran to a small group of stones that had been piled to mark the edge of the protective boundary and crouched down. A sing-song hissing sound brought Harry’s head up, his eyes narrowed against the noon sun as he watched Sevvy. Setting Dragon down on a flat rock, Sevvy tugged off his underpants and set them on the ground. Struggling to his feet, Harry saw the little green snake his son had been playing with crawl onto the shorts, and Sevvy picked both up.
“Severus James!” Harry made his way over, listening to the hissing baby-babble in Parseltongue.
“’nake!” His son held up his prize for Harry to admire.
“Yes, Sevvy,” Harry knelt and extracted the pants from Sevvy’s hands, slipping them back on the baby. “He looks like a handsome snake, too, but you know that Papa would not like a snake in the house.”
~Is this your sire or carrier, young one?~ The snake bobbed its head at Harry.
~I am the carrier, Harry informed the snake, ignoring the stubborn set of his son’s face. I do not think you would like to go back with us to the cold dungeons of Hogwarts.
He turned to Sevvy and had to stifle a laugh; but for the protruding lower lip, his son was a miniature of his father in a tetchy mood. The snake stroked the baby’s finger with a flicking tongue, wrapping its tail around Sevvy’s wrist.
“NO!”
Kneeling, Harry brought himself down to Sevvy’s level. “We do not shout at one another, Severus,” he admonished gently, petting the snake’s head with his fingertip as he switched to Parseltongue. ~Snake would not like the cold of Hogwarts, my son, cold makes serpents sleep. Perhaps Snake would consent to stay and keep the garden free of rodents while we are at school?~
The little green snake bobbed her head enthusiastically at this idea. ~I am Esssa and I would be honored to guard the garden of the speakers.
Surprisingly, Sevvy seemed placated by the snake’s acceptance, but Harry didn’t want to take the chance that he’d have to deal with a cranky baby.
“Come, my little prince, let’s pick some flowers to make the table pretty for Papa.”
His attention diverted, Sevvy ran towards a patch of wild flowers. Dragging Dragon by the tail, he hissed happily at Esssa, who remained curled around his wrist. Harry smiled as the little green shorts sagged halfway down his son’s bum, concluding that their imp was a nudist at heart. Following behind at a slower rate, Harry wondered how Severus was going to deal with this new behavior of their son's. Both he and Severus had been less than amused last summer when Teddy overused what had been his favorite word, “NO”. Molly Weasley had assured him that that this was a phase toddlers went through, one designed to test their boundaries. Personally, Harry had thought it was more a test of a parent’s endurance and patience.
“Dada!” Sevvy ran to him with a ragged purple flower, shorts headed knee-ward.
Pulling up the shorts automatically, Harry admired Sevvy’s handiwork before ‘helping’ the baby gather several more. They settled the snake at the edge of the garden before carrying the flowers inside. Harry rinsed both flowers and son in the sink, setting a small vase near the highchair so that Sevvy could present them to Severus. A cooling charm on the room helped with the rising temperature and an iced juice pop kept Sevvy busy while Harry carefully grilled the scallops and laid them on the bed of seasoned greens.
A soft ‘pop’ announced Severus’ arrival and Harry quickly set the food on the table, anxious for everything to be perfect.
“Pa!”
Severus could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his back as the black robes he wore soaked up the blazing sun. The pleasantly warm day he’d come from at Hogwarts had been replaced by the unseasonable heat in southwest England. His fingers were already at work on the buttons of his outer robes as the door to their home sprang open at his approach.
Home.
Who would have envisioned Severus Snape ever being fortunate enough to have a home and a family, let alone being capable of inspiring the fierce, soul-deep love that he shared with his Harry? Severus set a silent thanks to the Goddess for all she had given him.
Another whisper of pain came through the bond just as Severus stepped across the threshold, his eyes immediately seeking out his pregnant spouse. Harry was leaning on a chair next to the table, one hand pressed under the mound where their daughter lay. His husband’s face was on the pale side, but Harry nodded towards the end of the table and Severus’ eyes swept the length. Little Severus sat in his highchair, a riotous bouquet of wildflowers next to him. A heavenly aroma tickled his prodigious nose and he noted the table was set with their new china.
“Pa!”
His son squealed, his hand extended towards him and Severus had a feeling the baby would have summoned him magically if he thought he could. Pulling off his robes, Severus bent to kiss the nearly-naked child.
“While you are undeniably adorable, my little serpent, it is proper to wear a shirt while dining,” Severus retrieved the shirt that had obviously just been shed, slipping it back on his giggling son.
“He’s going to dump those flowers on you if you don’t admire them,” Harry said conversationally as he slowly straightened up.
“Your floral display is simply wonderful, Severus,” he dutifully told his son, before pinning Harry with a sharp look. “You’re in pain.”
Harry gave him a crooked smile. “Just some cramps, I think. Mum told Sevvy that they were, I don't know, practice for Laurel, I think.”
“Braxton-Hicks contractions, otherwise known as false labor,” Severus nodded, moving to enfold Harry in his arms. “Poppy told me about them when you were pregnant with the imp, but you never experienced them, so I forgot to tell you about the possibility.”
Harry’s soft kiss of welcome deepened as Severus molded the rounded body against him, enjoying the way his lover responded to his kisses with soft sighs and moans. Little Severus’ spirited banging against his tray brought their activity to a premature halt and Severus buried his nose in Harry’s sweat-damp hair. The younger man hissed softly into his ear, and the wave of heat Severus felt had nothing to do with the ambient temperature in the room. He pulled back enough to search the emerald eyes, seeing mischief in their depths.
At first Severus wasn’t sure how he would make it through the delicious lunch, but he was distracted when the delicately nutty flavor of fresh black truffle exploded on his tongue. Actually moaning at the taste, Severus savored the flavor and the delighted smile that lit Harry’s face.
“Dobby collected them for me after I found the recipe in that book you brought home,” Harry explained, answering Severus’ unasked question. “I wanted something special for the first meal cooked in our new house.”
Severus smiled slightly, one hand automatically summoning the bottle Sevvy dropped off his tray. “You have indeed accomplished that, my Harry. This is exceptionally flavorful and the scallops are grilled to perfection.”
The slight blush warmed his husband’s sun-kissed cheeks Harry was still not used to receiving compliments. The shy delight on the young man’s face more than made up for the long Apparation from Hogwarts. Their son inserted his opinion into their conversation as Severus relayed to Harry the latest timetable for the completion of the house. Both wanted to be moved in and complete a blessing on their new home before Laurel made her appearance sometime around the Autumnal Equinox.
Severus watched Harry’s animated face as he spoke about decorating the children’s nursery. That this gorgeous, powerful young man had chosen to love him, along with the depth of love Severus’ had discovered within himself, still had the power to astound him. The image of Harry’s face, pale and tremulous, surfaced unbidden in his mind as Severus remembered the day they had discovered that Harry was pregnant with little Severus. His husband had feared Severus’ reaction while he had been thunderstruck, knowing it took an immensely powerful wizard and a soul-deep love to create a child. Harry’s relief had been sobering at his acceptance, but Severus had questioned his ability to truly love any child until the little imp had kicked at him from inside the magical womb and become real to Severus. The day Harry had fallen from his broom had been even more terrifying for him than Nagini’s attack at the end of the war, as Severus realized that he could lose the two most precious things in the world to him.
“Would you like to see the garden while Sevvy naps?” Harry asked him, breaking into his thoughts.
“I would indeed,” Severus answered, a fierce longing to show his Harry just how much he was loved welling up inside him.
Little Severus was particularly cooperative, falling asleep before they were finished with lunch. Deftly slipping a clean nappy on the baby, Severus laid little Severus down with Dragon tucked beside him and conjured a little green tent around the cot. He cast a monitoring spell and a cooling charm on the area, while Harry finished with the washing up.
They met at the door, exiting the kitchen hand in hand as Harry led him toward the meadow of tall grass and wildflowers adjacent to the garden. A thick, downy blanket of the palest green appeared and Severus stepped onto it as his remaining clothing was spelled off. Enfolding his smirking husband in his arms, Severus proceeded to kiss Harry until he sagged against him, all warm skin and heaving chest. With a smirk of his own, Severus lowered them both down onto the blanket. He stretched out beside the younger man, long fingers carding through the unruly hair.
“No cramping?” Severus asked softly, sliding his hand down to cup Harry’s cheek.
“No, it only seems to do that when I stand for awhile,” Harry told him, running a finger down the center of Severus' chest.
Severus covered the trailing hand with his own, pressing it against his heart as he leaned in to kiss Harry hard, nipping at his lower lip. Pushing up onto his hands and knees, Severus licked and nipped a path down Harry’s jaw and throat, biting gently at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Settling on his knees between his lover’s thighs, Severus brought his fingers into play, pinching and twisting each of the swollen nipples in turn as he suckled the other, loving the moans that erupted from Harry’s throat. Smoothing his hands over the mound of baby belly, Severus moved down to taste the distended navel with the tip of his tongue, holding the jerking hips firmly. Harry whimpered as he tried to rub his hard cock against Severus’ cheek. The whimpers changed to a series of sibilant sounds that enflamed Severus.
Cheeky brat, Severus thought as he teased the head of Harry’s cock with his tongue; Harry knew what Parseltongue did to him. Pulling away with a wicked smile, Severus nipped at his husband’s inner thigh before sitting back.
“Up, my impertinent brat, on your hands and knees.”
Scrambling to comply, Harry continued to hiss softly and Severus shivered with arousal as the sounds caressed his libido. He smacked one milky cheek sharply, leaning in to bite down hard enough to mark the flesh. Harry cried out, pushing back against him and Severus grabbed his arse firmly. Spreading the delectable cheeks, Severus whispered a cleaning charm as well as a lubrication spell, slipping one thumb into his husband’s entrance. Harry’s hissing rose an octave when Severus replaced his thumb with his tongue, lapping at the ring of muscle. Using tongue and fingers in concert, Severus stretched Harry, making sure he tormented his sweet spot.
“Now, Severus, please!” Harry practically sobbed through their bond, his arousal fever-pitched through their bond.
Severus guided himself to the well-stretched hole and pushed gently though the ring of guardian muscle. Harry groaned and pushed back, impaling himself with a long, hissing sigh. It was Severus’ turn to groan as Harry clenched his muscles, gripping his cock firmly.
“Now, Severus – fuck me hard! Ram that gorgeous prick into me and make me scream!”
He wasn’t sure if the words were whispered aloud or in his mind, in English or
Parseltongue, but the filthy talk snapped his control. Grabbing the slender hips, Severus had the presence of mind to cast a cushioning charm underneath them for Laurel before he began to pound into Harry, angling his hips until he heard the gasp that told him he had hit Harry’s prostate. Severus saw Harry brace himself on one hand, still thrusting back against him stroke for stroke as his husband slide a hand under them. Fingertips purposely brushed Severus' balls as Harry reached down to fist his cock. The touch sent Severus over the edge and he buried himself deep as he filled Harry with his release. Severus’ climax swept through the bond and Harry shuddered beneath him as he came as well.
Severus managed not to collapse on his husband, using gravity to pull them both over onto their sides. The tingle of magic against his skin told him Harry was still conscious and a sudden, cool shade confirmed it. Harry snuggled back against him and Severus buried his nose in his damp hair, one hand sliding over his swollen belly.
“That was incredible,” Harry murmured sleepily.
“Of course it was,” Severus managed to sound smug.
“Git,” There was amusement in Harry’s tone. “I love you anyway!”
Severus reached down and entwined their fingers over where their daughter rested. “And I love you, my Harry.”
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