Weekend: Part Two

Disclaimer: All characters are for J.K.R. of course. Plot thought of by Betz. The other stuff belongs to me!

As always, a big thanks to the brilliant Charmed Nay for being my beta!

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She was even beautiful when she slept. It was nearly noon, and she hadn't stirred for a few hours. Severus smirked. He must have exhausted her with his vigorous lovemaking. To be quite honest, the third time he'd taken her the previous night had left him tired. He'd not slept so peacefully in years. Just having her near, breathing in her intoxicating scent, allowed him to feel relaxed. He didn't have to peek under the sheet to see his naked erection. He could feel it, and if she would be awake, she'd be able to feel it digging into her bare bum.

Pulling his hand away from her breast where it had been for the last twenty minutes, he moved it up to her face. He'd already been up, gone to the loo, showered, and even had some coffee. Severus was becoming impatient. He wanted his Hermione to wake. He wanted to claim her body again. Would he ever get enough of her? He'd had her three times the day before. How many would it be this day? He'd been fantasizing for months about her. How it would be for them. The positions they would be in.

Severus pulled his hand away from her throat. He'd always imagined possessing her, and now other things were coming to mind. Them lying about in front of a fire reading, grading essays, or just talking. Both of them having a walk in the morning around the lake, and maybe he would even put his feet in the water while she swam. He would, of course, be on the look out for any prats in Invisibility Cloaks or spying eyes. Now, he thought of her stomach swollen with his child. Damn! He'd forgotten to ask her about a pregnancy potion. He'd have to broach that subject as soon as possible.

As he pondered this, Hermione began moving. She turned over to burrow into his chest. He could feel her naked breasts crushed against him as one leg draped over his. Her heat began to burn into his hip. Had she been a long time lover, he would have slid a hand down to wake her pleasantly, but it was a new day. They were new lovers, and he was uncertain if she would awaken with any regrets. He prayed not. Severus had never felt this way about a woman before. His woman. Always. She had admitted that she wanted him as well. Trying to at least portray the gentleman, he said, "Hermione, wake up, love. Forenoon is passing us by." Something that sounded like a growl was his only response. He bent down to kiss her forehead. "Do you always laze about on Saturdays?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she murmured.

"How do you feel?" He lazily traced a finger along the soft skin at her side, hoping she would get the hint.

"I hurt," she replied, still not raising her head. "I think maybe a bath would help sooth the pain in my...er...you know, down there."

"Would you be disappointed in me if I told you that I brought along a particular potion that soothes maidenly problems? I also have a little cream." He pulled back in hopes that she would look at him. She did not. He was right. She would be embarrassed about their coupling, even after they'd done it three times. Was it simply a spur of the moment thing? No, she'd wanted it. He had no choice but to give her time.

"I'm glad you had the foresight to bring them along. I'll have some please," she said, pulling away. When she turned her face towards his, a slight pink blush stained her cheeks. "H-have you been up long?"

"Yes," he said, smirking at his lover. "I wake early on all days of the week. It was a bit...unsettling that you slept in."

"Well, nobody asked you to lay about with me. You could have gone to seek out your ingredients, right?" She smirked this time, raising her eyebrow.

"Snarky little wench," he said, sneering at her. "Been around me for just over a day and picking up on my habits. Tsk. Tsk. Your fan club will be disappointed."

"Bugger them."

"I most certainly will not," he replied dryly. "I'll be back in a moment."

"Hurry back," she whispered after he walked out. How could he just get up as if it didn't matter that he had nothing on? She supposed that was a bit stupid. They'd made love three times the previous day. They'd seen each other's bodies, practically memorized them in actuality. She could be just as mature about this as he could. She, too, would pretend as if her nakedness didn't shame her. Apparently, he approved of her body. He had told her over and again. She pulled back the duvet to sit up nonchalantly.

Severus paused only briefly upon seeing her sitting up in the bed. Her entire upper body was exposed, and she was biting that damn luscious lip again. He quickly decided to act as if nothing was amiss. The more comfortable she was, then the easier things would progress. He slid in next to her, not bothering to cover his naked bits. "Drink this. It's for any pain you might be having." She took the small vial and drank from it. Hermione grimaced only slightly. "Now, I shall have to apply this paste for you since I can see exactly where you may need it." Her eyes widened. He could see her internal debate.

"Er... all right then," she agreed, sliding the duvet down. Severus could have licked his lips at the sight of her womanly lower body. He reached out a steady hand to prod her legs. She parted them slightly.

"Just a bit more, love," he coaxed. Averting her eyes, she obeyed and gave him free access. He saw a small tear near the bottom. He lightly touched just next to it. "Just near here?"

"Yes. It felt like something ripped," she admitted.

He wanted to tell her that it had, but he didn't want her to imagine something horrific or to be turned off. He had to repress the urge to lower his face and soothe her little wound with his tongue. "This," he said, as he rubbed in the salve, "will heal that up for you, but I'm afraid it may happen again. We weren't all that rough...the first couple of times. Your body will learn to accept me and stretch accordingly."

"Okay," she said, closing her legs and forcing him to retreat. She clutched the duvet to pull it up, but something caught her eye. It was a small reddish stain on the sheet. "Is that...?"

Severus nodded and did a quick cleaning spell. "That's probably the last of it, love. Don't feel bad. It's all new to your body." He leaned over to kiss her cheek. "What would you like to do today?" He wanted to make love again, but there would be time enough for that later.

"Maybe we could visit some of the valleys and old coal mines. Oh!" She gasped excitedly. "I would really like to go visit the Norman keep at Cardiff Castle!"

"Anything you'd like," he said quietly. "I need to talk to a few people about the items that I have need for, but after that, we can allow you to chose how to fill our day."

"Severus?"

"Yes?"

"Did you know there are mirrors?"

"What's that?"

"Up there. Above us," she said pointing upward.

Severus looked up and saw their reflections. He grinned. "That will definitely come in handy later. Go have your bath. I'll order us an elevenses to tide us over until later."

"All right, love," she said, using the term of endearment for the first time. He seemed pleased, and she could see the adoration in his eyes. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but she felt the need to brush her teeth. She had been sleeping for a long while, after all. "I shan't be long."

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"I must say, Severus, you look handsome in Muggle attire."

"I'm quite enjoying that, what did you call it? Oh, yes, a sundress. Quite nice," he said leering at her wickedly. They had placed a Disillusionment Charm on their persons to sneak away from the tourist line within Cardiff Castle. They wanted to do a bit of exploring on their own. Somehow they found their way up to the Rooftop Solarium.

"Oh, look! They keep the plants well watered and lovely. This fountain is just brilliant. I would love to have one, if I ever have my own place!" She splashed her hand in the water playfully. "And, the design is simply brilliant."

"What's so exciting about a castle? We live in one," Severus said with a smirk. He saw that the place was artfully decorated and displayed wealth, but who cared? It was a pile of stones if you asked him about it. Maybe part of him was a bit jealous. He'd once had a grand home when he was younger, but that was before his father had lost nearly everything. They had to move into one of his mother's family properties that had been left to Severus by his maternal grandmother.

"Well, that's different. That's Hogwarts. We are used to it, seeing it each day. When I first went there as a student I was in awe of it." She grinned sweetly. "I grew up in a bit of a small home. My parents were well off, but they didn't like to show it. We lived in a cozy house, only two bedrooms. So, anything an inch larger or nicer attracts me."

Severus smiled inwardly. His little home had four bedrooms, so she would feel as though it was a nicer and larger home. Hearing that, he felt better. "Perhaps you would like to visit my home at some point this holiday. It's not as grand as a Manor, but it is quite comfortable. And, I have a library," he added, knowing that would attract her.

"Yes!" Her eyes were alight with pleasure. "I would love it. I've always wondered what types of books you had in your personal library."

"Well, we can make plans for a visit. If you-" He looked towards the entrance. "Damn. Someone is coming. Come to me." He quickly Disillusioned them and stood flat against a wall. Shit! It was the ruddy tour group. Luckily, the berks all went straight across to the fountain to have a look. Hermione and Severus were able to slink off undetected. They made their way down a few different corridors and snuck into a partially opened door.

"It's lovely," Hermione cooed. Severus narrowed his eyes. What the hell? "A nursery. Look at the little fairytale scenes. Don't you just love it?"

"Why does a rude witch belong in a child's room? It's enough to give her nightmares!" Severus said. The painting showed a hateful woman towering over a smaller, pretty girl.

"Oh, that's an evil stepmother trying to cow her beautiful stepdaughter. It's a fairytale scene, Severus. Didn't you ever read any when you were younger?"

"No," he said curtly.

She pursed her lips. "Well, I suppose they are mostly Muggle tales. Aren't there any Wizarding tales?"

"I suppose."

"Well, if you ever have children, you don't expect to read a bit of Potions Today to them each night, do you?"

"Hermione, that reminds me," Severus began, eying her warily. "Are you on the potion?"

"I took the bit you gave me this morning for my discomfort," she said immediately. "Should we have brought some more for me to take?"

"No, Hermione, the potion," he said, gesturing with his hands. "Pregnancy potion?"

She paled. She'd forgotten to see Madame Pomfrey. They'd had sex three times! "Severus, I thought on it, honestly, just in case we made love, but I completely let it slip my mind. I am sorry."

"When we get back to our room, I could cast the Conceptius Annihilius Charm if you'd like." He looked away. Damn! Why didn't they have this talk before? This was his doing. He'd purposely led her to believe that the male was in charge of birth prevention. She had thought about going to see Poppy, but it had slipped her mind.

"Severus, no. Doesn't that make my cycle start straightaway, killing anything that may have been created?" she asked, clearly horrified. "My cycle will be here soon enough, thanks, and if a child happens to have been conceived, I don't want to harm it. It's our fault. Both of us."

"Fair enough. What of today and tomorrow? Will we not...?"

She smirked. So, he was worried that she wouldn't want to make love without a potion. "Couldn't we look in the town for a Pregnancy Potion? If something has been conceived, it wouldn't likely be harmed by it. Not this early on."

"I'm not sure if I would trust some of these locals. We can look though. Until then, come here," he said, holding out his hand. She had given him a most beautiful answer. If they had conceived, she would want it! He moved his lips to hers and parted her lips with his tongue, delving into her warm mouth. His hand slid down to her perky breast. Breaking the kiss he said, "I think I've had enough sightseeing for now. We've been here for four hours. The only thing I want to see is you." He didn't allow her to respond; he simply pulled her to him for another scorching kiss and Apparated them out of the castle.

"Where are we?" she asked, shakily.

"You wanted to have a walk through a valley. I found this path the last time I had business here. I thought it quite nice," he said, pulling her hand into his and walking forward.

"Well, wait a minute. You just said that you..." Hermione flushed. "We can do this later. I'm a bit tired and could use a shower."

"Indeed?"

"Yes," she said softly. "I think you could use a shower as well."

"Very well," he said, pulling her to him. CRACK! He began to undress quickly when she stopped him.

"Let me do it, Severus," she said softly. He nodded and cringed inwardly. He hoped she wouldn't pull out any more chest hair. "I want to know if I am doing this right, okay? Please, tell me."

"You're not practicing on me to please another lucky wizard, are you?" he joked. Her eyes shot up and narrowed slightly before widening. He noted the blush creeping into her cheeks. Shit! Libertine. He didn't realize how close to home that comment would hit. He hoped she wouldn't dwell on his comment for long. He didn't need her to find out about his stint as a gigolo. Ever.

"Of course not," she said, sounding guilty. "I, uh, well, I am practicing for you. I wouldn't pay anyone to help me."

This was too fun to pass up. "Pay?" he asked incredulously. "I'm not being paid for this. I am doing this for free. I want to make love to you. I want to seduce you. I want to be inside of you. Seriously, you act like you have a hired man on your mind." He chuckled easily as if nothing was amiss. He saw her suck in a deep breath and swallow hard.

She laughed lightly, but he could tell it was a fake laugh. "Of course not. You're always on my mind," she admitted. "Kiss me." He lowered his mouth to meet her rising one, and she kissed him with such abandon that he'd forgotten nearly what they had been talking about. Of course, that was probably her point. Poor Hermione. I wish I could tell you the truth, but you would never forgive me, love. Her little fingers unbuttoned his Muggle shirt with ease, as if she'd been doing it all along. The trousers he had on required no belt, so she simply slid those down. He supposed he'd ordered the wrong size. Things were sized differently for Muggles. At least for him. His clothes were always tailored. He'd had to wear enough ill fitting clothes after his father had ruined their family name when he was younger. The moment he began making his own money, he bought nice things. Sometimes he'd had to wear the same clothes for a few days in a row just to make his clothes last longer.

"Severus," Hermione breathed. "I can't begin to tell you how sexy you look in these dark blue briefs." She slid all the way down with his pants, kissing his thighs as she went. "Kick off your shoes, please." He did as she commanded. To his surprise, she quickly took his socks off and slid up his body, rubbing her still fully clothed one against it provocatively. She kissed his cheek before stepping back. Her eyes never left his as she reached down to pull the dress over her head, leaving her clad in only her knickers and sandals. She kicked those off, crooked a finger to Severus, and strode towards the bathroom. He wasted no time following her. She turned on the water, and it came cascading down, sounding much like a true waterfall. Hermione slid off her knickers, but he could still discern the slight blush creeping into her cheeks.

Without waiting for him, she stepped backwards under the water. Severus sucked in a breath. "Little water nymph," he mumbled, casting off his uncomfortable underwear to join her. His lips immediately sought hers. Their kiss didn't last as long as he would have liked. Between the water splashing over their faces and the battling of their tongues, it was hard to breathe.

Hermione's hands slid around his neck to pull him closer. "I love how it feels to be held by you. I feel...safe, wanted."

"You are most wanted," he said lowering his head to kiss her again. As they kissed, he backed her into the wall. "I want you now," he murmured. He reached down to knead her rounded bottom for a moment before lifting her up. "Put your legs around me." He began kissing her again as he positioned them more comfortably against the wall. A finger probing into her wetness showed him that she was ready for him. "I'm going to be slow, love." He moved his throbbing head just into her before looking into her eyes. He pushed in ever so slowly. "Do you know how many times I have showered and wished to be doing exactly this to you?"

She moaned and arched forward, causing him to slip in further. "Do it then. You don't have to be slow. Don't hold back," she said tightening her grip on him and the wall. Don't hold back! Did she know what she was allowing? He pulled out slightly and gave her a sharp upward thrust. It made her shriek. "Again," she said boldly. He repeated his action a bit more forcefully. Hermione shrieked again and arched further into him. "Again!" He repeated his deep, hard thrusts over and over again until they were both panting. The very instant he felt her quivering from within, she yelled, "God Severus! Don't stop."

He grunted and pounded into her as quickly and solidly as he could until he joined her. "Hermione," he called out. "So fucking good." Completely spent, he slid to the floor with her as he kissed her. He'd exerted a good bit of energy in only a few short moments. What the bloody hell was wrong with his stamina? His staying power had never suffered before. Once he entered her and felt her moist heat, he could feel the urge to climax, and he would do it right away if he didn't hold back. Maybe it was the fact that no other woman had been as responsive as her, fit him as snugly, or allowed him to possess her heart and body at the same time. Whatever it was, he never wanted it to end. He hoped that he hadn't gotten too carried away with her. She would likely be tender again.

Severus watched her as she kneeled over him, and she began lathering up his body, not missing an inch. The moment she would lather it, some spray from the flowing fountain would begin to wash it away. She washed her own body, and it excited him again. Seeing her hands move over her own breasts, stomach, and crux had him wanting to reach out to stroke her. Hermione quickly worked in some of her Muggle shampoo into her hair and also into his. She pulled him up under the full force of the spray. In moments, they were soap and lather free.

Hermione had never been surer about anything in her life. This was so right. This man would never hurt her. He adored her. She could see it in his eyes, and she could feel it in his touch. Nothing that she could do in his eyes would make him think less of her. Except hiring a man to teach you about sex. Feeling quite brave, she brought her lips up to taste his freshly washed neck. She could still taste a bit of the soap on him, but she didn't care. This was her Severus. She licked his throat and suckled him languorously. There would be no rushing. They had the rest of the day to do what needed to be done. Her lips drifted down while she traced a droplet of water. Once her mouth neared one of his flat nipples, she forgot about the tiny droplet and encircled his nipple with her tongue. She heard him groan and could even feel him hardening against her stomach. She puckered her lips and sucked firmly. He groaned again. She was still suckling as she pulled away to go to the other one, making a loud popping noise. "Oops," she said and began laughing. He chuckled as well, but all laughter was lost once her lips descended upon his other nipple.

Hermione lowered herself onto her knees, as being half bent over was an awkward position. Unfortunately, this brought her eye level with his erection. She wanted to taste him. "Severus, um...is it acceptable...can I?"

She saw it bounce with anticipation as he hissed a quiet, "Yes." She steadied herself by placing one hand on his waist, and the other cradled him. Not wanting to draw it out any longer, she licked the tip and felt it lurch happily. She giggled.

"What's so funny?" he asked, nearly breathless.

"It's cute," she said.

"Cute?" She could hear the sneer in his voice and didn't bother to look up to see it.

"Yes. I think it-oh!" He playfully pushed into her open mouth. Severus could feel her laughter vibrating through his member. Hermione tried to suck all of him into her mouth, but she only ended up choking.

"All right?" he asked, looking down with a raised eyebrow. He wished he wouldn't have asked because she deftly pulled her mouth away.

"Got a bit carried away, I think," she admitted. "Did that hurt?"

"Not at all."

"How can I keep my teeth from nicking you?"

Severus nearly fell over remembering the last time an unpracticed wench went down on him. Her teeth had scraped him painfully. Hermione, though, was unpracticed, but she seemed to be smarter than that other pillock. "Just be careful. Keep your mouth parted in just the right way. Concentrate on using your lips and tongue. If you-oh, God!" She'd begun again. Well, she certainly didn't learn this with Libertine! He moaned a few moments later when she moved her lips away only to sigh with pleasure as they found his bollocks. "Hermione," he said softly, reaching down to make her look at him. "Let me take you to bed, love."

She nodded and stood. He took her hand and led her to the bed. She sat down on the edge, and he kneeled before her, nestling his body between her thighs. "Kiss me," he commanded. She placed her hands on either side of his face to guide his lips to her. The kiss was soft, and she noticed he was swirling his tongue about oddly, though not unpleasantly. A sudden moan escaped her lips as his thumbs played with her aroused nipples. Good God, he was good! Severus broke the kiss, nuzzled her neck lovingly for a few minutes, eliciting more moans from her. His hands stroked her body gently as his mouth worked down to her breasts. He took note that she seemed more responsive if he nibbled on the underneath of each mound. His mouth traveled back up to hers for a searing kiss. Severus expertly maneuvered her to lie on her back, leaving her legs dangling over the bed on either side of his body.

He licked his way down to her thighs. At once, he buried his face in her thatch of soft curls. He loved the taste and scent of Hermione. Using tongue and fingers, he parted and lapped at her inner flesh hungrily. He could hear her whimpers and moans. Severus loved her voice. Where it used to annoy the hell out of him, he longed to hear it now, longed to have her speak his name, and longed to hear her crying out in pleasure. When his tongue found her nub, she cried out excitedly and clawed at his hair. The more he laved, the more she arched into his face. "Sev...er...us...! Do-don't st-stop! Oh my God!" She cried out louder and more passionately than any woman he'd ever been with. Her entire body trembled. His tongue trailed down into her folds to lick up any bit of her trying to seep out. I wonder if I could live off of her, he thought idly, standing up just enough to pull her onto the bed completely.

"Look up and watch me, love. Watch us," he whispered. He saw her eyes look up and lock on the mirror above. In one swift movement, he plunged into her smooth wetness. "Ungh," he grunted. Entering her would never cease to amaze him. He would always be in awe of the fact that she wanted him there. Him and no other. Writhing, grinding, and pumping were his only concerns for the moment. His appetite needed craving. Only Hermione could satisfy him in this way. There would never be another woman for him. He could hear her saying his name over and over like a mantra as he slammed into her repeated. Without thinking, he lifted one of her legs to rest it on his shoulder. "Good Lord," he said as he felt her claws digging into his back. "My Hermione. My Hermione. Mine. Mine. Mione. My Mione." Shuddering violently, he came, feeling as if he were pouring a piece of his soul into her. Her leg eased down, and he collapsed on top of her ungracefully, kissing anything within reach. "I love you," he whispered. He heard a sharp intake of breath and only realized at that moment what he'd said. Damn! Too much, too soon maybe. He could honestly say that he loved her. On some level. He wasn't in love with her, but he could be...very easily.

"I think I love you as well." She smiled and looked into his eyes. "I know I do." They shared a long, passionate kiss, as if to seal their declarations to each other. Exhausted, they lay in each other's arms talking about anything and everything. She noticed that he was talking more and more about his own childhood and younger years.

"Damn," Severus bellowed long after, startling her from looming sleep.

"What's wrong, love?" she asked drowsily.

"We forgot a trip to the Apothecary," he said, looking abashed. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I should have thought about that."

"Well, tomorrow we will get some, and we will be more careful until we are ready for that sort of thing," she said with a shrug, leaning her head back onto his shoulder.

"Until we are ready?" he questioned, trying to shift to see her expression.

"Yes. Do you not want children? A marriage? All of that? You know, when people love each other, that happens eventually," she said, completely horrified that she'd said anything in the first place. Blast!

"You would want all of that with me?"

"Yes."

"Very well. I never thought a witch would ask me to marry her," he said wryly. "Where is my engagement ring?"

"You scamp," she said, swatting his arm. "Go to sleep, and keep your cheeky comments to yourself."

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"Severus?" Hermione asked after they'd gotten back from their trip to the cliff overlooking the sea. It was already their final night in their cottage. Most of their day had been spent hiking, swimming, and making love. They'd just gone for a moonlit walk along the breezy cliff to peacefully watch the rough waters. They made love under the stars, feeling very much part of nature. She couldn't believe how spontaneous Severus was. He hadn't said that he loved her again, but that one time was enough.

"Yes, love?"

"Do we really have to leave this place? It's so beautiful, and I'm afraid that things will change when we go back," she said softly.

"The only thing that will change is that we will be around people."

"Exactly."

"Are you embarrassed about us?" he asked, hoping his uncertainty didn't seep into his voice. She could make or break him with her answer.

"Of course not," she said instantly. "I don't care who knows about us, and I don't give a damn if they don't approve. But, it's you I wonder about. Will you treat me differently in public as opposed to when we are alone?"

Severus shifted uncomfortably. "Hermione, if you are asking if I'll be snogging you whilst we are eating in the Great Hall, the answer is no. If you are asking if I will ever bestow affection on you publicly, such as a small caress, a simple kiss, and the like, then the answer is...hell yes. I will proudly let everyone know that the cleverest witch of the age belongs to me."

She grinned. Many people had called her that. He had never been one of them. "I think I could live without the mealtime snogs. I just didn't know if you'd be worried about what people would think of you for choosing me."

"What of your Weasley friend? Will he not disapprove?"

"Well, he knows already. He didn't say all that much about it. He was more mad that Harry knew before he did," she said, laughing. "Why are you undressing completely?"

"Just in case we feel a bit randy in the morning," he said silkily. She grinned and pulled off her nightie and matching knickers. "You know I picked this out to wear especially for you, and it seems I didn't need it at all."

"It's lovely," he said, lying down. "Come let me hold you and whisper into your ear until you fall asleep."

She slid in next to him. "Severus, where did you get that scar from? The one on your inner thigh?"

He stiffened. Did she suspect something? "It's a long story," he said, wondering what he should tell her.

"We happen to have all night."

"My father...he thought it would be funny to teach me a lesson. He left that mark from a punishment that I had. I have others, but none scarred as much as that one."

Hermione moved away to look down at his lower body. She parted his thighs for just a moment, and she kissed the scar. She could feel his body stiffen. She supposed he didn't like her looking at it, so she moved away. Again she was struck with the odd likeness to Libertine that he shared. "Let me hold you tonight," she said, pulling his head down to her chest, allowing her breasts to be his pillow. "Sweet dreams, lover." She would not make him talk about anything that would hurt him. If they did, it would be his choice, and she would not coerce him as she just did.

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A/N: Yay!! My beta is back in town. Whew, I say. I really missed her (not just b/c she helps, she's always a great friend).

I'm sorry if this seems a bit short, but I figured a bit of lemon was in order. And, unfortunately, it is time to get back to the real world. I had a brainstorm this weekend as I've been doodling.

I have such a funny twist as to how she tells him she knows what he 'did' to her. hehehe... That'll be in a couple of chapters. Cheers all! I'll update again asap, as my doll has come home!