Sunday Dinner

The following morning, Severus and I slept late, enjoying just being together as long as possible. We took breakfast in bed, and we talked about the day. We followed that with an unhurried round of lovemaking where we both experimented and focused on learning one another's triggers.

By the time we showered and dressed, it was nearly noon. Severus sat down to compose a letter to his Grandmother while I wrote out a tutoring schedule for Draco for the upcoming week.

We had all agreed that the first step was to evaluate Draco's knowledge and skills in each subject. Since Severus had experience with England's exam procedures, he volunteered to handle this for all the core subjects. After we knew Draco's strengths and weaknesses, we would discuss how to proceed.

I had two meetings at St. Mungo's this week. The first was on Tuesday to report on the general progress, and the second was scheduled for Friday to report specifically on Severus' case. I spent a few minutes reviewing the chart updates from yesterday for Tuesday's meeting.

"Damn!" Severus crunched the piece of parchment he was writing. He rubbed his brow in frustration. "How do I say this? Grandmother, I know you haven't heard from me in 15 years, and you may have heard that I died last month, but guess what? I'm alive after all, and that whole Death Eater thing, don't worry, that was mostly an act."

"Why do you want to contact her?"

"She was always kind to me. And she's the only family I have left."

"Okay, that sounds like a good start. This letter doesn't need to be long. Open by saying you know she may be surprised to hear from you, but you remember how she was always good to you as a child. Now that the war is over, you hope to reconnect. Use your own words of course, but keep it simple. Offer to either go to her or meet her somewhere of her choice. You could invite her here, but that depends on her relationship with the Malfoys."

"Actually, she adored Narcissa. Narcissa and Lucius were newly married at that point; it was before Draco." He pulled out a new piece of parchment and started writing. A few minutes later, he signed his name and put the parchment into an envelope.

Orby appeared, took the note, and then disappeared without a sound.

"It's about time, Severus, are you ready?"

"One moment," he said with a smirk. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. He ran his hands through my hair as we kissed, and I clutched his back. When the kiss broke, he took my hand and led me over to the Floo.

I stepped through first, finding Arthur and Bill in the living room. I greeted them both with hugs. Bill gave me a quizzical look, and then his face broke into his usual easy smile.

Severus stepped through behind me. He shook Arthur's hand.

Bill stepped forward and offered his hand to Severus. "Sir, it's good to see you looking so well."

"Thank you, Bill. You are a grown man now; you may call me by my first name." Bill looked astonished, but he nodded. Fleur called Bill from the back door; he excused himself and went to join his wife.

Out the window, we could see a group playing Quidditch at a distance. I could see George, Ginny, Charlie, Ron, Harry, and a lanky, dark-haired boy I did not recognize.

"Who is that?"

"Oh, dear Merlin, Longbottom is on a broom. Do you have your bag with you, Elizabeth? You might need it."

I gave Severus a sideways look. "That means the Lovegoods are here already."

"Right you are, Lizzie," Arthur said as he led us into the kitchen.

I was introduced to Luna Lovegood and her father. I recognized Luna from the battle. She was petite with long blonde hair, large blue eyes that somehow seemed both wise and vacant at the same time. Her father was even more unique, and his overall demeanor was unsettling, but not in a threatening way in the least.

Severus and Mr. Lovegood shook hands, and Arthur offered the use of the small sitting room to conduct their interview. I smiled and nodded as Severus followed Arthur.

Molly was in the kitchen working away with a young girl. Molly introduced the girl as Hermione Granger. She was also familiar to me from the battle, though we had never officially met.

"It's nice to meet you, Healer Prewett," she said politely.

"It's nice to meet you; call me Elizabeth, please. How are you?"

"Good, thank you. How are you? You are living at the Manor and taking care of some of the injured from the war, is that right?"

"Yes."

"I believe you are treating several of my classmates. How are they?"

"I can't give specifics, Hermione. But everyone is in reasonably good spirits, and we are working on their conditions. With several of them, it's just a matter of time."

"That's good to hear."

"Now, Elizabeth," Molly began, "Hermione and I have this under control. Go on outside, some of the kids are playing Quidditch."

I nodded and walked out back.

Bill and Fleur were seated in the garden, watching the game. I greeted Fleur and sat down at the table opposite them. Bill was only four years younger than me, and we had known each other as children, so I was closer to him than most of Molly's other children.

"Bill, Severus wants to talk to you later about one of the cases at the hospital. It's a complex dark curse; he thinks it will take two wands to break it, and I am unfamiliar with it."

"I shall talk to Snape, I mean, to Severus about it later. Merlin, that feels weird."

"Thank you, Bill."

"How are you doing, Lizzie? They better treat you properly over there. You know they'll answer to Charlie and me if they don't." Bill's tone was light, but there was no doubt that he meant his words.

"It's going fine, Bill." I looked up at the game. "My, that boy isn't very comfortable on a broom, is he?"

"No," said Fleur, wincing as she watched Neville try to maneuver around. "No, he is not. I wish someone would rescue him."

Almost on cue, Harry and Charlie started tearing down the field. It was a spectacular race. They both reached into what appeared to be thin air. Judging by the look on Charlie's face, he was triumphant.

The group landed their brooms and walked over to greet us. George and Charlie sat down on either side of me. Ron said hello and headed into the house with Neville. Ginny and Harry disappeared around the side of the house.

"How are you, Aunt Lizzie?" Charlie asked with a smile.

"She was just telling us about life at Malfoy Manor," Bill chuckled.

"As I was saying, it has been fine. Lady Malfoy has been very gracious, and Draco is trying very hard to put the past behind him."

"Well, I hope he is successful. How was your dinner earlier this week?" Fleur inquired.

"It went well. Your dress design was a rousing success. Lady Malfoy was very impressed."

Fleur smiled proudly. "And was anyone else impressed? Perhaps they noticed the witch more than the dress?"

"Draco said I cleaned up nicely."

"Oh, Elizabeth, you know I do not mean Draco. Did Auror Robards notice you?"

Bill laughed, and Charlie nearly choked. I looked from one to the other, shocked.

"What is that all about?"

Charlie spoke first. "Well, I mean no offense to Lizzie, but Gawain wouldn't be interested in her."

"Gawain?" George looked confused.

Bill's face registered recognition. "And you?" Bill questioned.

Charlie stared at the ground.

"Do Mum and Dad know?" Bill asked gently.

"Do you mean about Gawain and me specifically?"

"No, Charlie, I mean in general."

"Yes, they've known for years. Since before I even left Hogwarts. But they don't know about Gawain; don't say anything." Everyone at the table nodded.

Suddenly, George look confused. "So, Bill, you didn't know that Robards prefers wizards?"

"No, I didn't."

"Then how did you know that Fleur was mistaken about Elizabeth and Robards?"

Bill froze. He looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't mean to say anything."

"Oh, sweet Merlin. Werewolf..." I buried my face in my hands.

Bill nodded, embarrassed, but also amused. "He's all over you, Elizabeth. I've known since you hugged me when you walked in." He was trying to control his laughter, quite unsuccessfully.

"WHO?" George shouted.

Bill couldn't speak. He was too busy trying not to laugh.

I, on the other hand, was mortified. I wasn't sure if either Severus or I was ready for this.

Charlie's eyes widened and then he burst out laughing. "No! Lizzie! Bill, you're having one over on us!" As Bill shook his head, Charlie covered his face.

"For Circe's sake, somebody tell me who you all are talking about." George clearly couldn't handle not being in on the joke. "Oh gods, not Lovegood's father!" That even made me chuckle, but it completely destroyed Bill and Charlie's composure.

Charlie fell over clutching his sides. Bill was completely red from laughing so hard.

Realization finally dawned on Fleur. "Have you been kissing Professor Snape?"

I turned crimson and looked at my hands briefly. Reminding myself that I needed to show confidence in this if we were to be taken seriously, I raised my chin and nodded discreetly to Fleur.

George looked over at me, gobsmacked. "Are you Confunded?" His question was sincere. The anger had diffused, and there was no trace of George's normal joking demeanor.

I was quickly getting over my embarrassment because I was starting to get angry. I deliberately lowered my voice, but it was difficult to keep the tremor out of it. "No, George, I am not Confunded, Imperiused, or under a Love Potion. Severus and I have become close recently. I hadn't intended to broadcast it just yet, as I wanted to let you get to know him as he is now, but there it is. Severus and I are involved romantically."

"Okay, please, no details." Charlie threw his hands up in front of his face in mock surrender.

Bill was still trying to get himself under control. "I'm sorry, Lizzie. I didn't mean to tell your secret."

Charlie smacked his brother jokingly. "You've been doing a lot of that tonight."

George looked at me curiously. "You care for him, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." I swallowed. "Very much."

George considered that for a minute. "Dad said he was different. Remember, Charlie?"

Charlie nodded.

Fleur stepped in. "Elizabeth, if you see something in him that we haven't seen before, that is wonderful." She turned to the Weasley men. "We have all heard Harry's story. We know how he suffered. Maybe he deserves some good," she motioned to me, "in his life."

George reached over and mussed my hair. Then he grinned at me. "Where were you ten years ago? I mean seriously, Lizzie, do you know how many detentions we could have avoided if Snape had a woman in his life back then?"

Everyone laughed at that, and this time, I joined in. As we were settling back down, we heard more voices in the living room. Professor McGonagall and Minister Shacklebolt had arrived sometime in the past few minutes, as had Percy and his girlfriend, Audrey. But all the carrying on was over the newest arrival. A brown-haired witch had entered the house. She was holding a baby. I realized I was looking at Andromeda Tonks, and therefore that made the baby Teddy Lupin.

Fleur jumped to her feet and ran into the house to greet the baby. Audrey had already taken the baby from Andromeda's arms and was cooing over him.

George started laughing again. "I sure hope you and Percy are ready for fatherhood," he chuckled.

Charlie looked at Bill pointedly.

Now it was Bill's turn to blush. The boys kept poking fun at him, and their jokes became more and more raucous.

I excused myself and headed back into the house. I doubted anyone was fooled. I wasn't leaving because of lewd jokes. I was dying to see if Severus was finished talking with the Lovegoods.

When I walked into the house, I saw Severus talking quietly with Andromeda. I smiled. It was nice that he was getting to catch up with someone of whom he had pleasant childhood memories. It seemed he had so few of those.

I looked around at Molly's domain. Fleur and Audrey were still fussing over the baby. I could see Ron and Ginny and their friends on the front porch chatting. Minister Shacklebolt, Arthur, Percy and Xenophilius were talking politics on the other side of the room from Severus and Andromeda. I joined Molly in the kitchen getting things ready. Minerva walked out back and fussed at the boys, and they were soon scurrying about getting the tables and chairs together. A few minutes later, Ginny and Hermione slipped in from the front and gathered up the dishes to go set the table.

Molly started handing dishes of food to people to carry out to the backyard. A few minutes later, we were all seated around the table, talking and laughing. Severus was at my left; Audrey was seated to my right. I learned quickly that she was a bright girl. She was working at the magical history museum in London with aspirations on becoming a historian.

A few minutes into dinner, Percy stood up and cleared his throat. He pulled Audrey to her feet and announced that he had proposed to her the previous evening. They were planning a winter wedding. Everyone at the table smiled and applauded; there were a few wolf whistles as he kissed her chastely. They sat back down and accepted the congratulations of the family and friends present.

The meal continued, loud and chaotic, with occasional howls of laughter or screams from the baby. There was much to be thankful for this Sunday afternoon.

Very few people noticed when Arthur suddenly became quiet.

A moment later, Bill stood up from the table and walked a few yards away.

"Quiet!" Arthur shouted, clearly agitated.

"I feel it, Dad. It's at the north edge of the property. Something smells off, too. There's a strange presence."

"What is it, Arthur?" Molly looked worried.

"The wards have been breached."

Molly stood up and ran over to the door and looked into the house. "Arthur, the clock! Whoever it is, they are dangerous."

"I know, Molly. Everyone, get your wands out!"

We all jumped to our feet.

Andromeda grabbed Teddy. The poor little boy had started to cry. The fear in the air was palpable.

"Neville, take the Minister and the other guests to safety!" Arthur shouted at his guests.

Neville quickly took Andromeda's arm and pointed into the house. "We'll Floo to the Ministry and get help!"

Kingsley hesitated, then grabbed Minerva by the arm and started pulling her gently but firmly to go with him. Percy was pleading with Audrey; she finally nodded and kissed him, fear in her eyes. She followed Minerva into the house. Xenophilius physically picked up Luna and was carrying her into the house. Molly was trying to get Ginny into the house, but Ginny was fighting her mother. Charlie grabbed his mother and sister each by an arm and pushed them through the door.

"Hermione, go!" Ron begged.

"Ronald Weasley, if you think I'm going to run and hide, you've got another thing coming!"

"Ron, give up, man. You won't win." Harry shook his head.

Severus had ahold of me, preparing to force me into the house as Charlie had done with Molly and Ginny.

"Severus, I'm not leaving you. You can just forget that idea."

"I can't watch you get hurt." His eyes were insistent. "Please, go."

"No, Severus. This is my family." He sighed and kissed the top of my head.

"Then stay by the house. Guard the door. Block any errant spells to protect the people inside. We need to know where you are in case anyone needs a Healer."

"Okay." I nodded and embraced him quickly.

Severus ran to join the others, who were huddled a little way from the house.

Mr. Lovegood came back out of the house. I told him what I was doing. He told me he'd go cover the other side of the house.

I could hear that Harry had taken charge. He was shouting out instructions.

"We're going to build a perimeter and then fan out. We know there's someone to the north, but we need to keep the house protected too. Bill, Ron, Percy, and I will go north. Severus, Arthur, take the west. George, Fleur, cover the east. Hermione, Charlie, go south.

"If you need another fighter, shoot up red sparks. For medical attention, the signal is purple." Harry looked over at me.

I nodded my understanding. I watched as the group split into four. I stood sentry, not knowing what I would really do if I had to fight. They were right. I was more valuable as a Healer than a warrior.

It wasn't long until the door burst open again. Neville had returned with Auror Robards and two additional Aurors. I told them that the group had split up in four directions, and the main disruption had been towards the north.

Robards and his men went north. Neville followed.

I know I didn't wait long, but it felt like an eternity. Over the ridge from the south, I heard shouting. Hermione came trudging up the hill. She was looking over her shoulder as she walked with her wand in one hand and a rope in the other. As I looked closer, I saw what she was doing. Charlie was standing a short distance behind her, and in between the two of them were two bound wizards in Death Eater robes. When they reached the house, Charlie shoved them to the ground roughly.

A few moments later, I heard Xenophilius shout from the other side of the house, "Do you need help?" Charlie motioned for me to run around and look while he and Hermione guarded the prisoners.

Ron had a Death Eater bound in front of him, leading him at wand point. Harry was levitating a Stunned Death Eater in front of him. Neville and Bill had yet another in between them.

Neville had his hand on the prisoner's back; Bill was holding his wand on him. Every few steps, Neville would roughly push the prisoner. Robards was behind them, walking with Percy, who had a nasty cut on his arm. I ran down to check on him.

Luckily, the wound wasn't all that deep and looked like it was caused by a physical injury, rather than a curse directly. I took Percy into the house where an expectant Ginny, Luna, and Molly waited.

"Molly, if you have any Essence of Dittany, we can fix this right up," I called to her when I saw her terrified face. "It's not a cursed wound. It's just an ordinary gash."

Molly bustled off to get some dittany.

"Yeah, Mum, I'm fine. He threw me up against some rocks, but I managed to hit him with the Stunning Spell anyway," Percy told Molly proudly when she returned. I treated the wound, and it knitted up in about a minute.

Soon, we heard shouts from outside and looked out the window. My heart skipped when I saw Severus and Arthur approaching. The two other Aurors were behind them. They, too, had bound Death Eaters between them. Fleur and George had returned too, but the boundary they had checked was clean.

Robards had the prisoners on their feet and on the move. Harry, Ron, Bill and Percy assisted as Robards and his men took the Death Eaters through the Floo to the Ministry.

Luna and Xenophilius told everyone that this would be reported in the Quibbler. They listened to Severus, Charlie, Arthur, and Hermione report what happened in the skirmish.

A few minutes later, the Floo glowed, and Harry, Ron and Bill returned. Percy had gone on to take Audrey home.

"What I don't understand, Neville, is how you got to the Aurors so fast," Ginny asked. "You were barely gone five minutes."

"We got lucky," Neville said. "Robards and about five other Aurors were in the corridor. When the Minister told them there was a disturbance at the Burrow, two of them grabbed him and headed to a safe location, one took Audrey, Andromeda and Teddy, and Robards and the other two came back with me."

"That does sound exceptionally lucky," Bill said, his tone questioning.

"I know, it's almost like they knew something was going to happen."

Severus froze. His face had turned cold and hard. "What did you say, Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville looked nervous. "It's almost like they were expecting something to happen tonight."

Severus stood up abruptly. He paced the room twice, and then he swore, drawing his wand. The look on his face was beyond frightening. Neville and Ginny visibly pulled back from his path.

He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and yelled, "Malfoy Manor!" disappearing into the green flames. The room was dead silent.

Knowing what Severus was about to do, I jumped up.

"Elizabeth! Don't go alone!" Bill called out. "I'll go with you!"

"You can't. The Floo will be blocked to everyone here but Severus and me. I have to stop him from doing something foolish!" I pulled my wand, called out my destination, and stepped into the flames.

"Severus, wait, please! Don't do this!" I ran through the house after Severus. Lucius may not have been able to harm Severus, but if Severus hurt Lucius, Severus might be facing Azkaban.

Severus barged into the dining room where the three Malfoys were finishing their dinner. He pointed his wand directly at Lucius.

Narcissa gasped. Draco froze. I inched closer to Severus.

"Lucius, you bastard! Did you know about this? Did you ORDER this?"

"Severus, I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't test me, Malfoy," he growled.

"Severus, let's be rational here. Tell me what you are talking about." Lucius appeared frighteningly cool.

"Father, what's going on?"

"You bloody hell know what I'm talking about, Lucius! Seven Death Eaters attacking a family dinner! That I was attending! There was an infant there, you asshole. That could have turned into a massacre! Is that what you wanted?"

I had to do something. "Lucius, scoot your chair out from the table."

Lucius looked up at me, confused.

"Now, damn it!" I pointed my wand at his heart.

Lucius looked both horrified and mildly impressed. He did as he was told.

"Incarcerous." Ropes snaked around Lucius, binding him in the chair.

"Severus, please lower your wand. I want to know what the hell happened tonight, too. But I don't want you sent to Azkaban. Please."

Severus was shaking with anger. He hesitated, then he saw the look of fear on my face. He lowered his wand to his side. I reached out and took it from him.

"Lucius," Narcissa pleaded.

"Father, please tell me you didn't do what they are saying."

"Narcissa, Draco, do not move." I pointed Severus' wand at Draco, but I kept mine trained on Lucius. "Draco, I mean it, don't make me stun you. Narcissa, keep your hands where I can see them. Do not speak unless you know something about the attack. We're here for information. Nobody is going to get hurt. Lucius, if you caused this, the Aurors will deal with you.

"The Burrow was attacked tonight by Death Eaters. Nobody was hurt seriously, but Severus is right, it could have been a bloodbath. Either Severus or I could have been killed, or any of the Weasleys, or Andromeda or Teddy Lupin," I said, looking at Narcissa meaningfully. She clapped her hand over her mouth as I continued, "Hell, Minister Shacklebolt was there tonight." Lucius suddenly looked decidedly uncomfortable.

I turned back to Lucius, seething. "Yeah, Lucius that's right. Minister Shacklebolt, who you've managed to successfully negotiate for your freedom, was there. Imagine what would have happened to you if he had been injured or killed."

Severus found his voice again. His tone remained lethal, but he seemed more controlled. "Lucius, you know something. You better start talking right now, or I'm going to show Elizabeth a side of me I really don't want her to see."

"Severus, I do not wish the Weasleys any harm. I have no desire to see any more bloodshed. I did not order the attack. If I had, would I have chosen a night when you were there? Would I have chosen a night when all the Weasley men were home, plus Potter, Granger and a half dozen other capable fighters?"

Severus voice shook, "But you knew...."

Lucius sighed and continued in a bored tone, "It was a trap for the Death Eaters. Lestrange wanted revenge for Bella's death. He's been plotting since the battle. I enticed him into attacking today, because I KNEW that there would be ten or more highly trained wands there. I had no idea there was a child there, or Andromeda, or the Minister.

"How the hell are you communicating with Lestrange?" I hissed. "That alone could nullify your deal, Lucius."

Again, Narcissa and Draco looked at Lucius in shock.

"Do you really believe the Ministry knows all of my tricks, Elizabeth? As for my deal, I told Robards the last time he was here. He had extra Aurors on staff tonight. They were waiting right by the Floo. The Weasleys are so damn noble; I knew the worst thing that would happen was a few stunned Death Eaters."

"You used innocent people as bait! Have you learned nothing?" Severus raged.

I tightened my grip on my wand. Lucius certainly wasn't showing any remorse. That was making Severus even angrier.

"There are seven Death Eaters off the streets because of me!" Lucius wasn't pleading, he was boasting.

"No, you prick!" Severus shouted. "There are seven Death Eaters off the streets because of Arthur Weasley's heralding wards, Bill Weasley's werewolf nose, Molly Weasley's clock, and ten wands!"

"Lucius," Severus hissed, "how would you have felt if someone used Draco and Narcissa for bait without their knowledge? Or even yours? How did you feel when it was done to you?"

"This is different!"

"Why, Lucius? Because it benefited you? Because it worked? Do you have any idea how wrong that could have gone? They could have all been killed because of your brilliant plan, because of your arrogance not to warn us." Severus was still angry, but he seemed to be regaining control.

"Lucius, you better be glad the Weasleys and their guests are quick with their wands. If any of them had been harmed tonight, you wouldn't have even heard me coming for you." He started to back out of the room.

I followed Severus. When we had almost reached the doorway, I cancelled the Incarcerous on Lucius.

"I probably saved their lives, Severus."

Severus crossed back to him quickly and grabbed Lucius by the lapels, tossing him up against the wall. Lucius was very lucky his head didn't connect with the wall.

"You did it to help yourself, you bastard. They probably called it cooperating with the authorities. Let's just get one thing straight, Lucius Malfoy. If you ever, and I mean ever, endanger someone I love again, I will rip you to shreds with my bare hands. You got that?" He shoved Lucius once more into the wall for good measure and took a step back.

"You disgust me." And with that, Severus grabbed his wand from my left hand and stormed out of the room.

I turned to follow him.

"Elizabeth," Narcissa called out pitifully.

I didn't stop. Severus had a head start, and he walked much faster than I.

By the time I got to the cottage, Severus had worked himself into a rage again. He was pacing up and down in the bedroom. I tried to calm him.

"Severus, please calm down. I know how awful it could have been, Severus, but it's okay."

"No, it's not okay!"

"That's not what I meant. I meant we're okay. The family's okay. There are seven Death Eaters off the street tonight. Lucius Malfoy is an unimaginable bastard, but it's over."

"Do you know what kind of danger you were in tonight, do you, Elizabeth? You think them killing one of you is the worst thing that could have happened? Not even close!" His eyes shown with pain, anger, regret. "Do you know what they would have done to you in particular had they gotten a hold of you and known what you mean to me?" He reached his free hand out to me, tenderly. Then, he stopped, pulled back and cast a blasting curse at a vase on the nightstand. "I won't let them harm you!"

"Severus, stop. It's over."

"But, it's never over. It will never be over!"

"Severus!" He looked at me, shocked. I grabbed him and pulled him down to me, kissing him more fiercely than I ever had before. I had no idea if this would work, but it was either this or slap him, and this certainly seemed like a better choice.

He kissed me back, viciously. His tongue dueled with mine; he was crushing me against his body. We broke for air, and I whispered in his ear,

"I'm here, Severus; I'm fine; I'm not going anywhere, love."

I vanished our clothes silently and threw myself back into his arms. His heated fingers were everywhere on my skin, rough and forceful, and incredibly erotic. I moaned, sliding my hands into his hair, kissing him again, grinding my body against his erection.

"Nobody threatens you, Elizabeth; I can't lose you."

"You aren't going to lose me, Severus. But you need to let go of this anger. Let it out. I'm right here. Take me. Now. Let our bodies be our outlet tonight for all your passion, all your anger, all my fear. Let it out."

"I'll hurt you."

"No, you won't." I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"What?"

"That's the safe word. You won't hurt me. If I want you to stop, you'll hear that word. I need this, too."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Severus, please...."

He was on me in a second. The kiss was searing. He pushed me back into the wall. His hands on my breasts were rougher than he'd ever been before. I could feel him in between my legs, incredibly hard and already dripping. I raised my legs to rub my wetness against him.

He seized that opportunity and lifted me up and maneuvered us over to the bed. His entire body weight was on mine. His mouth was on my neck as he slammed into me. I screamed. He thrust again; this time I expected it and he felt divine. He pinned my arms above my head and leaned forward and took me roughly, kissing and biting my neck and shoulder as he drove into me over and over again. My first orgasm hit so fast; I didn't know what hit me. He pounded me through it, swearing and moaning every time my body tightened around him. He thrust deeper and deeper, then pulled out and rolled me onto my stomach.

He crawled in behind me, lifted me up a little, and then he entered me again in one fast thrust. I was pushing back against him, and he was pounding me harder and harder. My hands were gripping the headboard for balance because the sheer force of his thrusts was about to push me forward into the wall. I was screaming with each thrust, begging him for more, begging him not to stop. He leaned over me, and I could feel the sweat on his chest. I reached between my legs to touch where our bodies were joined, but he placed his hand on top of mine, forcing me to rub myself as he pounded me harder and harder.

He took his free hand and slid it over my nipples. I came positively unglued, exploding around him, my body clenching and squeezing him as he moaned and swore and continued to pound.

"Oh, gods!" he shouted as he emptied into me, and my body convulsed around him.

He held me there for a few moments before rolling onto his back and pulling me against him.

"Better?" I asked him.

"Some," he said. "I think we'll need to try again in the morning."

I smiled. He definitely sounded better.