BACKTRACK!! July 14, 1976 - RP
Who: Severus Snape, Corinna Blackwell, Brennan Blackwell, Tobias Snape, Amara Blackwell, Walden Macnair, and Leila the cat
Where: Blackwell Manor
When: Early morning, July 14th
: She pulled open the door of her room, and slammed it hard behind her as she stepped in. The force of the slam made things in her room shake, and she drooped her shoulder's immediately. "Fuck," she mumbles, and presses her hands to her face. "FUCK!"
: Hearing both the slam of Corinna's door in the room next to him, and then the loud expletive, Severus shifted slightly in his position on the bed, turning slightly in the dark room to stare openmouthed at the wall for a moment before flopping back down onto his back, mumbling to himself, "I think I'll wait to ask her what happened...." He had enough to think about as it was. Not that he wanted to think about anything right then.
: There is a sudden crash, as something heavy and expensive hits the wall seperating their rooms.
: "Shiiiiiit," he muttered as he jerked to a sitting position, squeezing his eyes shut and pulling his hands up to cover his face as the room spun at the sudden movement. It must've been a miracle he'd made it back earlier without stumbling all over the place like the drunken idiot he was... or maybe he had? It didn't matter at that moment anyway. She must've been extremely mad about something. Hopefully it wasn't him going off to find the club without taking her, he thought uneasily.
: There is silence on the other side of the wall, which made for a much more settled and calm environment in case one wished to sleep off a bad headache.
: After a minute or so of silence, he relaxed again, hesitantly pulling his hands from his face and peeking one eye open. Good, the room had stopped spinning. That had made him feel nauseated. Laying back down, this time stretched out on his side with one arm slung over the side of the bed, Severus stared off at nothing in particular, eyes landing and focusing briefly on the door to the hallway before wandering around the room again. I should go see what's going on... and tell her what happened earlier.... he thought idly.
: The silence was broken next by the sound of running faucet water in the bathroom. Corinna stood in front of the mirror, her eyeliner now smudged from where she had raked the back of her hand across her cheeks, attempting to stiffle any attempts of falling tears. She finally grabbed a hand towel and dropped it into the sink, watching sorrowfully as it obsorbed the water. The blouse she had worn over the corset, experimentally, was now unbuttoned and just hung limply on her. She sighed heavily.
: Was she getting ready for bed? Should he get up and check on her? Indecision and nervousness weighed heavily on him, intensified rather than dulled by the alcohol in his system, enough to keep him where he was, now staring blankly at the door to the bathroom that they shared.
: The water of the faucet was turned off, and another long moment of silence followed. Then, there was the sound of running water from the ancient bathtub.
: That was enough to decide him right there as he sighed heavily and turned his head a bit, burying his face half in the pillow, his hair falling a bit over the rest of his face. "I need some sleep," he mumbled, eyes half closing as he tried to relax.
: Corinna stood next to the bathtub, and then looked down at her corset. She had spent too long getting into it, and felt rather unmotivated to spend time taking it off right then. She made her decision and turned off the bath water, favouring instead of wiping her face with the towel and walking back into her room, where she pulled off her blouse, dropping it on the floor. She played with the loose ends of the corset laces, finding pleasure in the act regardless of how she was feeling. Her back remained facing the door.
: I thought she was- wasn't she going to-? he thought, propping himself up on his elbows and staring at the door again. Before he'd even made a conscious decision to do anything, he was half falling off the bed and starting towards the bathroom door, pulling it open a moment later. "I don't know if I should tell her what happened right now," he mumbled, not realizing he spoke out loud as he looked up, right through the open door at her back. A small grin broke out on his face as he shuffled across the tiled floor, leaning against the door and watching her for a moment. "Do y'know how pretty you are, Rin?" he said without even thinking about it.
: Startled by hearing him, she turned around quickly, holding her breath. She gave him a wide eyed stare, as if she had been just caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "S..Sev!..?" She whispered, and quickly drew her hands up to cross in front of her cleavage in an attempted show of modesty.
: "Why're you doing that?" he asked innocently, pushing himself away from the door. "Nothing I haven't seen before. Besides, why d'you want to hide?" He gave her a grin, taking a few steps towards her before glancing back at the door, trying to decide whether to close it or not. He decided not to bother, and turned back to her, finding himself staring, taking in the whole outfit that she was currently wearing. "Wow."
: "I..um..surprise?" She said quietly, feeling her cheeks burn from what he had said. Maybe it was because she was trying hard to forget what her mum had said, or maybe because she had just smashed some trinket she had since she was five; whatever it was, she had been feeling insecure the moment he had walked in. She watched him as he stared down at her, and tilted her head to the side as she breathed again, her breasts heaving against the tight material.
: "Surprise what?" he asked, grinning a bit at the blush on her cheeks. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure what emotion it was he was sensing from her, still being new to that particular.... power, it could be called, he supposed... but whatever it was, he wanted to try and get her mind off it, at least. Reaching out to touch her shoulder, he said unabashedly, "You know, you're cute when you blush."
: His statement only made her blush more, her neck and shoulders turning pink too. She watched his hand on her shoulder, as she toyed with the string again.
: As he looked her over again, he pulled his hand down her arm a bit and reached out to grip her hip lightly with the other hand, saying quietly as the grin faded just a bit, "You... okay, Rinna?" Starting to pull her closer to him, he glanced towards the wall between their rooms, idly looking for whatever she had smashed earlier.
: She slowly brought her gaze up to meet his and the words of her mother seemed to flood her ears just then. Feeling overall sullen by this, she glanced to the side, frowning. "Okay," she whispered. She didn't want to tell him, couldn't tell him. It was all incredibly stupid, she thought. Thinking about it would just lead to angering her, and she wanted to avoid that. She then leaned her cheek against his front, as if needing to be held.
: Without missing a beat, his arms closed around her in a tight hug, laying his cheek lightly against her hair as he tried to sort through what was going on. Thankfully, his head seemed to be clearing a bit more from the alcohol, even though there was still a sense of confusion on his part. "Okay then," he mumbled before kissing her hair lightly.
: She started to grin a little, feeling immediately better now that he was holding her. Before she let herself get too carried away in the moment, she pulled back a little. "Sev," she said, almost suddenly, sounding a little more excited. "Do you like it?" Her eyebrows highbeamed.
: Blinking at her, he opened his mouth as if to speak, then after a moment came a startled, "Huh?" Her fast mood swing had come on so unexpectedly that it left his mind reeling for a moment.
: She stared at him, a small grin working its way into a smile. "My new..corset?" She said, her eyebrows arching.
: He blinked again and pulled back more to look again, a small grin forming again as he said, "Didn't know it was new, but yeah, it's... awesome!" Sliding his arms back around her waist, one hand now splayed against the back of the corset, he got an almost pleading look on his face as he added, "I dunno why I like this thing so much on you, Rin, but it's... you're really fuckin' hot in these."
: She blushed at that, and looked down, her hair falling to cover her cheeks and eyes as she did so. "Just..so..tight," she said, feeling the curve of her bosom heave up and down everytime she talked. She had noticed, and was secretly wondering if he had too.
: Without even pausing to consider whether he should say it or not, and unable to keep his eyes away from the rise and fall of her breasts against the material, he said in a somewhat teasing tone, "I like watching you talk when you wear them." For some reason, just saying that sounded funny to him and he started snickering as he mumbled, "I sound stupid, huh?"
: She tried oh so very hard not to laugh right there and then, but she did. She lifted her head, her chin tilted up, and she started smiling and made a laugh. She shook her head. "Nooo..."she said in a whine. She then winced. "Gods, its hard to breath in this thing," she mumbled as she shyly looked at him. She noticed he was still staring down at her chest. "I can't believe you!" She said teasingly.
: Trying and rather failing to hide the wide grin at her words, he forced himself to look at her face, arms tightening around her again as he said in a too innocent tone, "Well, if you can't breathe well in it, why don't you... take it off?"
: "Do you have any idea how long it took me to bloody well put it on!?" She said quickly, her voice rising up a little. She made a mock slap on his chest. "Not to mention by.myself." She added. She then made a small pout, looking right at him.
: "Awww... c'mon, don't pout, I'll help," he said, leaning closer in an attempt to kiss her, ignoring the slap she'd given him.
: She started to say something, but instead felt herself moving to kiss him. She then paused, the side of her nose brushing his, her mouth barely touching his. "Will you," she said softly, in an almost whisper, as her half closed eyes lifted to look at his.
: "Uh-huh," he said confidently, in a low tone, eyes on hers as he moved just that extra bit closer to press their mouths together firmly. Pulling his hands from her back to rest firmly on her hips, he found himself thinking giddily to himself, Awesome, I got her in a better mood!
: She felt herself responding to his kissing by putting more pressure on his lips, stepping up so she closed the gap between them. She ran her hand up until her fingers buried themselves into the layers of his hair, twirling strands around as she did so.
: Smiling as he pulled out of the kiss, he ran his hands down over her bottom, and without warning, setting his grip firmly on the backs of her legs, hoisted her up against him, murmuring in her ear, "Hold on," as he did, only stumbling back slightly before regaining his balance.
: She felt his pull from below, and made a small gasp. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her nose and cheek pressing into the curve of where his neck met his collar. She slowly brought a leg up and pressed her knee against the side of his leg.
: With a wicked grin, he brought one arm now around her waist, anchoring her firmly to him as he gripped her one leg tightly, hiking it up more around his waist to hint what he wanted as he started to carry her to the bed.
: She wasn't quite expecting for him to do that, making a surprised noise of, "Wha--hey...Sev!" In between laughing at this, she lightly slapped at his shoulder and said, "Put me down!"
: Laughing a bit, he put her down on the bed and leaned over her, brushing a kiss to her forehead as he murmred, "You're playing with me, aren't you?"
: Raising her eyebrows, she said innocently, "Do you think thats what I'm doing, Sev?" She holds a hand to her chest. "I would seriously like to see you try to get this offof me in less time it took to take it on. By yourself."
: He laughed again as he said smugly, "You got it. You going to time me, then?" He gave her a self satisfied grin as he rested a hand on her stomach, fingering the laces of the corset lightly.
: She tries to sit up some but finds she cant due to the restriction of the garment. "Sure," she says as she glances at the clock on the side table. "And just dont break the laces. I know you might try." No contest, she thinks.
: With a snicker, he climbed up onto the bed with her, straddling her and leaning down to press a firm kiss to her lips before trailing light kisses to her ear and whispering, "I won't, I promise." With that, he started fiddling with the laces, and after a moment had deftly tugged the first two rows free with one hand as he nipped at her earlobe at the same time.
: She makes a small gasp at him attacking her ear, and doesn't seem to notice he pulls at the laces. She felt no release fromt he tightness right below her breasts, and her breathing just grows faster. "You haven't even started yet!" she whispers.
: He made a low chuckle in the back of his throat at that, managing to get another couple rows out as he darted his tongue out to graze against the skin just below her ear, murmuring throatily, "Have so."
: "But I..didn't..." She makes a mumbling sound of incoherent words as he licks at her ear, and her eyes roll back before closing.
: He relented a bit for now, pulling back from her ear, finding it was distracting him as much as he was trying to distract her. Concentrating solely on getting the laces untied without breaking them for a few moments, he glanced up at her when he was about a quarter of the way done, slipping his fingers up under the material for a moment to brush lightly against her stomach as he murmured teasingly, "You still keeping time, Rin?"
: She turns her head to the side a little, and breathes out hard through her mouth at feeling his fingers under her corset. Opening her eyes a little, she squints at the clock, and reads that it has only been five minutes. "Mmm..hmm.." she mumbles and lets her eyes close again as she parts her lips again and breathes out steadily.
: He wasn't exactly willing to psych himself up or out by asking her how long it'd been, so he went back to work quickly on the laces, intent on getting them undone as quickly as possible. Unsure of how much time HAD passed, he finally pulled out the last lace and leaned forward to kiss her hungrily as he tugged the restrictive garment away from her.
: She lets out a long sigh of relief as the tight material falls away.
: "Never thought I'd be able to breath again," she mumbles in between kissing him and then another kiss as she trails her hands down over his shoulders.
: "Mmm," he breathed. Trailing kisses down to her jaw, he brought his hands back up to rub over her shoulders and down her front and side before murmuring against her jaw, "And how long did I take?"
: She was just closing her eyes when his statement made her open them. Turning her head a little, she glanced at the clock. "Th..three minutes?" she squeaked.
: "Mmm.... I'm sure it was longer than that," he said in a murmer, working his mouth along her jaw and then down to her throat as he shifted enough to press one knee between her legs instead of straddling her, one hand now resting at her hips.
: "I wouldn't...know.." she says in a low breath as she feels herself almost coo over the way he's kissing her. "Doesn't..matter.." she mumbles a little as she slowly moves her legs apart a little, and then drapes her right leg around his.
: Grinning at that, he pressed a heated kiss to the hollow of her throat, nipping very lightly against the skin there before ghosting lips up her neck to whisper in her ear a breathy, "I win." A feather light caress of fingers over the material of her jeans and just grazing her stomach, and he kept himself propped up enough to reach down with his other hand to grab the thin material of her shirt and start to push it up over her stomach.
: She doesn't let herself make any whimpering noises, although she really feels a need to. She makes a small nod of her head to agree with him. "You c..can name your prize," she whispers, finding it difficult to talk between quick breathes of air and the pounding of her heart now. She felt cool air graze her stomach as he lifted her shirt.
: "You," came an almost inaudible whisper before his lips left her ear and he actually pulled away from her somewhat, shifting his position to straddle her knees a bit. The reason for this was made clear a moment later when his lips came in just barely there contact with her stomach, and he brushed feather light kisses over her skin, being perhaps a little over careful because of the lip piercing and keeping her shirt away from the area.
: "Me? Or my stomach?" she says, biting at her bottom lip as she felt him tease her skin in that way. She immediately felt herself clench her muscles along her body. What he probably didn't know was that little amount of light contact had been enough to make her wet and she was making an attempt to stop it with herself. She tried to snake her hands up to touch his hair.
: Pulling up slightly to look at her, he smiled slowly and, in an attempt to sound sexy or sensual, said in an intentionally low voice, "All of you." Leaning down to kiss her stomach again, he pushed the material of her shirt up a bit more, gripping her sides gently with both hands as he darted his tongue out to graze the skin experimentally. Not that they'd never done this before, but never exactly like... this before. Gods, she was gorgeous.
: She made a small whimper finally, and shifted a little. She was arching her back now, making it seem her chest was now bigger because it was pushed out. "You are so..so..mean.." she mumbles, as she felt her eyes roll back some and she breathed out through her mouth. "You are going....slow.."
: A slight exhalation of breath against her skin betrayed his silent laugh, and he thought to himself with a small thrill, She does like it... Wonder if she realizes that it's as much torture for me as it is for her. Though her reaction finally prompted him to continue with what he was doing, and he shifted again, silently coaxing her to sit up a bit, or at least raise her arms a bit more as he eased the shirt up in an attempt to pull it off completely.
: She quickly realized that he wanted the shirt off, and she tried to sit up more. She leaned her front against him as she limply held her arms up a little. Her body was having the feeling of that of a rag doll. Anytime his fingers brushed her skin, she felt an explosion of chills and shrills run down her spine, leaving her limp to move about as he pleased, a prisoner to the mood.
: Quickly divesting her of the shirt and discarding it to the side, he wrapped one arm around her side, forearm running up her spine as he held her to him. His eyes closed for a moment as he ran his other hand down her arm lightly, and he continued to kiss her, going back to her neck for the moment as he continued in the same vein as before, since she seemed to really like that.
She closed her eyes, tightly, and although she still felt powerless to do anything, kept in this almost spell-like state of limpness, pressing up against him, she felt the extreme pleasure of his lips finding their way across her neck. She managed to curl her fingers around the front of his ripped t-shirt, pulling hard on it everytime she exhaled a gasp at what he was doing with his mouth. "More," she mumbled, as if begging.
Without saying a word at her request, or plea, or whatever it was, he laid her down on her back, pulling his lips from her neck and watching her with mouth parted for the moment as he pulled his arms from underneath her, watching the way her body moved in the candle light. Once free, and straddling her lap once more, he immediately reached up to brush his thumbs over her cheeks, trailing his fingers lightly (and without the slight nervousness that sometimes accompanied the action) down the sides of her neck, over her collarbone, and over her breasts, seeming more curious than nervous this time.
She seemed to hold her breath, almost afriad to take a gulp of fresh air as he draw his fingers down her front. She watched him through how lowered eyes, their lids half closed but retained a curious awe. As his fingers rounded her breasts, she felt a cold chill fun over her, resulting either from the numbness of his fingers or her own escalating arrousal. The chill sent goosebumps down her arms and legs, and made her exposed nipples harden like rocks; this very moment his fingers passed by. She moved her head to one side so her cheek rested on the pillow, making a small moanful whine.
Hearing that whine from her, and watching her body's reactions to his searching fingers, he found himself grinning in self satisfaction at that. He trailed one hand down to her stomach again, reversing the other and bringing it back up to cup one breast as he leaned over her a bit, mouthing careful kisses over the top of her breast, and then boldly swiped his tongue across the hardened flesh of her nipple, glancing up slightly to try and see her reaction as he did that.
She had managed to bring her hand up and press its palm over her mouth. Her eyes, still clenched shut, gave her a painful expression. In actuality, she was attempting to muffle her own moan of pleasure, for fear of anyone walking by the room. They hadn't done a silencing charm of any sort, and it was probably the last thing on her mind right then. How hard she was biting her bottom lip under her palm! The salty taste of her own blood from her cut lip splashed over her tongue. She made a small cough into her hand just then.
For a moment, he was thrown off by her expression, and that small cough, and he pulled back a bit as he asked quietly, "You okay there?" Not even realizing what he was doing, he was still idly stroking his fingers along her skin, and a split second later, he did realize what the issue must've been, as he wasn't really sensing any hint of pain from her.
She lowered her hand from her mouth and made a small laugh. "I'm fine!" She protested, as she sucked on her bottom lip. She reached over and grasped the front of his shirt. "If you kiss me I'd be much better, Sev."
Grinning at that, he said in a low voice, "Just a sec, then." He pulled her hands gently away from his t-shirt, tugging it off before stetching out to settle over top of her, one arm pressed to the pillow above her head as he leaned down to kiss her hungrily, eyes falling half-closed.
She curled her fingers over his chest, her knuckles pressing against his skin as her mouth met his. The taste of blood fast dissolved as she brought her lips to meet his, and her other hand wrapped around his back, enclosing around his side and lightly stroking the line of his shoulder blade where the ends of his hair hung loosly.
Nipping lightly at her bottom lip, he didn't even taste the blood at first, intent as he was on kissing her senseless, the fingers of his free hand working their way down her side in swift and sometimes feather light caresses over the skin. As he shifted a bit into a more comfortable position, rubbing his thumb now over the edge of the material of her skirt, he realized what he was tasting, darting his tongue over her lip again with a moan as a surge of magnified arousal swept through him.
She let her eyes open then as he started with his tongue. She stared wide seemingly at him, and made a small gasp type noise, although somewhat muffled by his mouth. The hand that had just started to tug lightly at his hair fell limp suddenly. It seemed her whole body had immediatly stiffened.
Oh, now what? He pulled back slightly again, looking at her in confusion when she stopped responding. Taking a deep breath, he murmured to her in a slightly hurt tone, "What's wrong?" Was it something I did? he thought.
She stared past him, over his shoulder. She didn't say anything, but she pressed against him more, an attempt to hide the fact she was...shirtless from behind.
A slight cough came in then, sounding painfully male.
Shit! He didn't dare look back, but ducked his head a bit more, eyes darting around the immediate area as he tried to find her shirt for her. All of a sudden, he felt almost painfully sober, and mortified beyond belief. This was worse than the time Regulus had caught them in the library, he reflected, catching sight of her shirt... where he wouldn't be able to reach it without being completely obvious about it. "Um.." he said, it coming out as more a squeak as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Brennan Albert Blackwell stood in the doorway of his only daughter's room, one hand clenching the silver doorknob. Although his facial expression remained neutral, void of any anger, his knuckles had turned white from how hard he made his fist. Although he could only see his daughter's friend's back, he knew enough already. His eyes became narrow and beady as he watched them, his frown deeper.
"Father...I-" Corinna started to say as she still found herself holding Severus to her.
"Get dressed," Brennan cut it.
His grip on her tightened for a moment and he whispered a worried, "Sorry!" in her ear before reluctantly letting her go, grabbing her shirt first and passing it back to her as he fumbled for his own, cheeks burning in mortification. What a way to go, he thought miserably, unable to look at either of the room's otheroccupants.
"Corinna, you stay here," Brennan ordered, his voice cutting in before she or the boy could move much more. He turned his attention on the boy. "Severus, get dressed. Your father is here."
"What?!" he squeaked, head snapping up and face draining of all colour. What is he doing here? he thought, before blurting the thought out loud, suddenly wishing he could just disappear.
"Now, Severus," Brennan barked, his head nodding quickly to the hallway beyond the threshold of the doorway.
Corinna quickly pulled the sheet of the bed up over her front, her eyes wide as she stared ahead. Her hair now fell around her, into her eyes, onto her shoulders. She didn't say anything, and for a quick moment her gaze went over to look at Sev.
Looking over at Corinna helplessly, an utterly miserable expression on his face, Severus stood up and shuffled towards the door, pulling the t-shirt on as he went. Even if saying anything could've helped the situation, there was nothing to say.
Brennan didn't seem to move at all as the boy came close, which only left a narrow gap for him to leave. No matter what, Severus had to pass him to leave the room. He watched the boy intently, his lips pursed as his frown grew even more stern.
Corinna recoiled, leaning back into the pillow more as she watched this. She wanted to say something badly, but the fearof just being caught, half naked no less, was too powerful and overcoming.
He dared to glance up at the older man as he neared him, practically recoiling himself at the intensity of the frown directed his way. Ducking his head quickly, Severus hesitated for a split second when he saw that the man wasn't moving, and quickly squeezed past him, flattening himself as much against the doorframe as possible.
As Severus entered the hallway, he easily heard Brennan issue and order to his daughter. "I'll be back to deal with you. Stay here," he ordered, and then the sound of a door shutting. A fishing of fabric as a hand pushed into a pocket, and the clink of a key turning in a lock. He had locked his daughter into her room.
Let me guess, came a snide thought in his mind, I have to learn to keep my hands to myself? He crossed his arms sullenly, and asked in a hesitant tone, "Is he really here?"
Brennan came up then, and stood at his side. He didn't seem to pause, but started foreward, leaving Severus behind him. A few short steps ahead, he stopped, standing straight and erect. He seemed to be tapping the key against the gold band of his wedding ring, as if a nervous or impatient tick. He was waiting.
Swearing balefully under his breath, Severus finally started after him. It would be better to just get it over with, whatever was about to happen, after all.
Before stepping down the steps to the first floor, Brennan turned and looked at the boy perhaps for the first time. His face, although half covered in a fallen shadow from the wall, seemed now etched in concern. "Severus," he stated.
He stopped as well, perhaps the only sign that he'd heard Brennan aside from a nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not going to ask why your father is here. I just want you to get him to leave, do I make myself understood?" He ordered, sounding quite fatherly and concerned now. He neglected to say that when the other man had made his prescence known, first by pounding on the door and then forcing his way in when Corinna's mother had opened the door. Tobias Snape was, as Brennan concluded, rickety and shady in his behavior, a sour smell of alcohol, and eyes that never seemed to stay in one spot long, but moving and evaluating anything gold or shiney on a shelf. "He makes my wife nervous," Brennan concluded, and started down the steps.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" he muttered, starting to feel rather annoyed now as he followed Brennan down the remaining stairs and into the front hall. Like his own father would listen to him, anyway. More likely kick my arse like he always does, he thought bitterly, finding himself nervously rubbing at hif arm where he'd sustained a nasty break last summer. Courtesy of his father in one of his drunken, drug induced rages, of course.
Brennan lead him to the closed sliding doors of the sitting room. Inside, through the heavy etched and permantly fogged glass, shapes moved inside. Brennan turned and looked at Severus, as if to ask "Are you ready to confront the one thing you most wanted to get away from, the one thing that alone can cause you such nightmares that you can't sleep for fear this monster will come out of the dark and break every bone in your body?"
Severus stopped short of the door, hating himself for feeling fear at the meeting that was about to take place, and in his insecurity glanced up at Brennan, catching the older man's look. In that moment, it was like an unspoken agreement passed between them; any qualms from earlier were put aside for the moment as he took a deep breath and straightened up, reaching out to push open the door.
Brennan nodded quickly and stepped aside. "I'll be right here in case...well, I'll be here." He said in a low voice.
He only faltered a split second at that, then stepped into the room, eyes immediately finding the form of his father. Great. Fucking bastard can't leave well enough alone, he thought, an unconscious sneer coming to his face as the man turned and locked eyes with him. "What the hell do you want?" he demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at Tobias.
The man, whose own long hair fell into his face, and to someone just approaching the pair would assume they were mirror images of one another, only exception one being young and the other considerably older, cheeks sunk in more, and darker circles around the eyes. Tobias's skin had a shallow appearance, a gray hue to add, and overall he appeared just as he was, shady. His watery eyes, bloodshot but wide, seemed to slide over his son's form. He then slowly made a wry smirk, a sickening familiar one. "Boy," he hissed, looking almost delightful. "Enjoying your visit have you? In this...mansion..full of wonderous decadent things." He seemed to be almost mocking him.
Bristling at the almost blatant accusation, Severus snapped, "Well, I was until you showed up! What are you doing here? You don't belong here, and no-one wants you here, so just get the fuck out!" Had he been braver, he probably would've just walked up to the other man and punched him in the face, but he really wanted to keep all his limbs intact this summer, thanks. Not to mention he was now grateful that Corinna had been told to stay where she was. Obviously Brennan hadn't trusted Tobias to be around her anymore than Severus himself would have.
"Severus Snape, you watch your language!" Amara's boice rang out, as she moved from the couch she was standing behind. As uncomfortable the elder Snape made her, her convictions as a mother and perserver of ettiquete guided her actions. "You apologize, this instant!" She told him, now standing a pace away from both males.
He scowled over at Amara, obviously not grateful for the interuption.
Tobias tilted his head back, his hair, limp from possible malnutirion or other external causes, fell across his face. Since he was out of Amara Blackwell's line of vision, he seemed to smirk right at his son, as if saying "Yeah, you owe me kid." The hair, as previously mentioned, was full of dead-ends, and badly washed. His whole body now seemed to be abused, as much as the hair.
"Severus, Now!" Her voice sounded again. She had an impatient air about her.
Tobias wiggled his eyebrows at that.
Rolling his eyes at that, Severus said in a clipped tone, not sounding sorry in the slightest, "Sorry." Do NOT make me say it like I mean it, he thought viciously, arching an eyebrow at Amara as if to say, 'Happy now?'
Amara held a stiff upper lip as she watched her daughter's friend, and slowly spoke again, this time as if she were fighting the urge to spit. "Your father," she started, and then glanced right at Severus, as if avoiding contact with Tobias. "Is in need of a word with you. It seems its a very important matter or else he wouldn't-" She paused and glared at Tobias, who seemed to of found his attention on the ornate wizarding chess board near by. "Of ventured here tonight." She finished, a little louder.
Tobias dropped the pawn he was holding, and gave a nod to her. "Just a quick word with my.son." He stated hoarsly. He forced a grin, his teeth yellow.
"Fine," he said shortly, turning his attention to Tobias. The fucker could go to hell for all he cared. "Get it over with, then." He made sure to stay near the door, so he could beat a hasty retreat if the man became violent.
Tobias turned his attention from his son and preened to Amara. "A moment alone, if you will? Its quite a private affair." He said, even daring to blink his lashless eyelids at her.
Amara arched an eyebrow, giving a questioning look that shadowed one of Corinna's.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered to himself.
Tobias continued to grin, and Amara stepped back to the door. "Five minutes," she said, and she was out the door, it sliding shut behind her.
"Heard you made that sports team of yours, boy." Tobias said.
He tried to fight off the cold shudder that went through him at being alone with his father, and nodded shortly, refusing to say anything to the man until he made his point. Surely he hadn't come all this way just to talk about Quidditch.
Tobias sunk into the arm chair next to him, his long boney hands curling on the rests. "Your mother played as well, did you know that, boy?"
"Did she now?" he sneered, finding that wholly unbelievable. Slytherin didn't allow female players on the team. A small smirk found it's way onto his face at that.
"You don't believe me. Not surprising. She had many secrets, your mother. Things about her family, things about herself...Things she owned." He stated slowly, now running his long fingernails along the cloth of the chair, as if measuring its worth by touch.
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" he snapped, growing tired of the man's avoidance of... whatever he was trying to say. "Just get to bloody point, fuck!"
As if in a flash, Tobias was on his feet and standing so close to his son, that his equally long hooked nose touched Severus's. "Your mother's ring is missing, boy."
"And why do you care?" he spat out, taking a step back before he'd gathered his wits enough to stand his ground, though he shoved his left hand in his pocket to hide the ring glinting on his finger, knowing that's what the man was now looking for.
"Oh, I care very much...boy." He said slowly, as he looked down quickly, thinking he saw something in the corner of the eye.
"I have a name, you know, why don't you use it?"
There was a low purring noise, and a white persian cat was now rubbing against the ankle of her owner. She seemed undisturbed by the other man's prescence.
"I ...need that ring." He only said, narrowing his eyes. His hands flexed and clenched at his side.
Glancing down, Severus glared at his father for a moment before stepping back again and reaching down to pick up the cat, deciding he didn't care if Tobias saw it. He wasn't getting his mother's ring. "You can go to hell," he stated loudly and clearly. "You lost the right to my mother's ring when you- when she died. It belongs to me now."
"It belongs to me!" He said quickly, a hand reaching for the cat, grabbing it by the neck and yanking her from his son's arms.
The cat hissed and growled, but now dangled from the hand of the older man. The cat tried to move, its body hanging by the scriff of its neck.
"Its my right, and my ring. Now hand it over!" He bellowed.
"Hey! Let her go, now!" Severus shouted angrily, launching himself at the other man without even thinking, clenched fist leading the way as he shot a punch right at the man's face.
Tobias moved so his son's hand came in contact with his shoulder. His hand quickly grabbed Severus's wrist and his nails seemed to dig into his skin. The hint of silver and amber was enough, it seems, for his greedy eyes. He then cackled. "Perfect."
Gritting his teeth at the pain, Severus twisted around to glare at him and yelled at the top of his lungs, "What, so you can pawn the bloody thing to pay for your fucking drugs?! Let me go, you bastard!" Hopefully, Corinna's parents would come in with all the yelling and help him out, he thought, lashing out with his free hand at Tobias' face.
There was a loud bang, followed by a quick streak of light as a spell hit somewhere above Severus's shoulder. There was a small crash near the fireplace, and the metal grid guarding the floo portal fell foreward over a bundle of fur. In the same instant, hands grabbed Severus, pulling him backwards, or tried to, as Severus seemed to struggle.
In the confusion, Severus had no idea what was going on or who had grabbed him, but whoever it was managed to successfully pull him back out of the room even as he was still struggling and screaming bloody murder at his father.
Glancing over at his uncle as he pulled Severus back, Walden yanked the taller, emaciated man back and pressed his wand to the man's neck. Blinking a moment from the shock of seeing just how much Severus looked like his father, he then said in a deadly calm tone once he'd recovered, "If I were you, I would get out now before an untimely accident befalls you."
Brennan seemed to be having more trouble holding onto Severus. As the younger Snape struggled, Brennan seemed more desperatly clinging to him than pulling him away. "Severus!" He called, trying to stop him from re-entering the room. "You need to stop!"
Seeing that Severus didn't seem to be calming down, Walden quickly cast a Silencing charm on the younger boy before pressing his wand back against Tobias' neck. "Out. Now."
Tobias snickered, as if thinking this was no more than a game. "You foolish wizard. I just came to collect what is rightfully mine." He said darkly. He then took steps towards the door that lead to the hallway.
Walden followed him, ignoring Severus' silent glower at him before the younger Slytherin turned and stormed away from the door. Good, make sure this man can't take whatever it is he wants, he thought, keeping his wand trained on Tobias' back now.
"Tell that half-blood brat he will have to give it to me sooner or later," Tobias instructs as his toes hit the bottom of the front door to the house. He snickered and grasped for the door handle.
Brennan had managed to pull Severus into the kitchen, where a pale faced Amara was standing, arms hugging herself.
Severus finally turned and glared at Brennan, red-faced with embarrasment as he stamped his foot and pretty much mouthed the words, "Take this spell off me!", since he couldn't very well say anything. Oh, he'd heard what Tobias had said. He was pretty sure everyone had.
Shutting the door after Tobias, Walden locked it and hurried to the kitchen where the others were now gathered, unsure of how to take what Severus' father had said.
Brennan gave a dark look at Severus, and lifting his wand, silently waved it as the spell came off.
After a moment of silence, Severus said in a small, embarrassed voice, "Thanks..." Ducking his head, he made to leave the kitchen, hoping that no-one would question him. He wanted to find his cat anyway, having lost her in the scuffle.
"I can't believe that...muggle!" Amara finally said after Severus left the room. She now had shaking hands.
"All that over a ring," Walden said quietly. Going over to his aunt, he rested a hand on her shoulder as he asked, "Are you alright, Aunt Amara?"
"Had my life flash before my eyes," she said, a hankerchief to her mouth now. She tried to avoid anyones gaze.
He'd just opened his mouth to inquire further when a shrill cry of "NOOO!" sounded from the room he had just come from. Surprised, Walden stared at them both for a moment before darting off back to the room to find Severus sitting on the floor by the fireplace, holding his cat in his arms and staring down at her with a crumpled, pain filled expression on his face.
Where: Blackwell Manor
When: Early morning, July 14th
: She pulled open the door of her room, and slammed it hard behind her as she stepped in. The force of the slam made things in her room shake, and she drooped her shoulder's immediately. "Fuck," she mumbles, and presses her hands to her face. "FUCK!"
: Hearing both the slam of Corinna's door in the room next to him, and then the loud expletive, Severus shifted slightly in his position on the bed, turning slightly in the dark room to stare openmouthed at the wall for a moment before flopping back down onto his back, mumbling to himself, "I think I'll wait to ask her what happened...." He had enough to think about as it was. Not that he wanted to think about anything right then.
: There is a sudden crash, as something heavy and expensive hits the wall seperating their rooms.
: "Shiiiiiit," he muttered as he jerked to a sitting position, squeezing his eyes shut and pulling his hands up to cover his face as the room spun at the sudden movement. It must've been a miracle he'd made it back earlier without stumbling all over the place like the drunken idiot he was... or maybe he had? It didn't matter at that moment anyway. She must've been extremely mad about something. Hopefully it wasn't him going off to find the club without taking her, he thought uneasily.
: There is silence on the other side of the wall, which made for a much more settled and calm environment in case one wished to sleep off a bad headache.
: After a minute or so of silence, he relaxed again, hesitantly pulling his hands from his face and peeking one eye open. Good, the room had stopped spinning. That had made him feel nauseated. Laying back down, this time stretched out on his side with one arm slung over the side of the bed, Severus stared off at nothing in particular, eyes landing and focusing briefly on the door to the hallway before wandering around the room again. I should go see what's going on... and tell her what happened earlier.... he thought idly.
: The silence was broken next by the sound of running faucet water in the bathroom. Corinna stood in front of the mirror, her eyeliner now smudged from where she had raked the back of her hand across her cheeks, attempting to stiffle any attempts of falling tears. She finally grabbed a hand towel and dropped it into the sink, watching sorrowfully as it obsorbed the water. The blouse she had worn over the corset, experimentally, was now unbuttoned and just hung limply on her. She sighed heavily.
: Was she getting ready for bed? Should he get up and check on her? Indecision and nervousness weighed heavily on him, intensified rather than dulled by the alcohol in his system, enough to keep him where he was, now staring blankly at the door to the bathroom that they shared.
: The water of the faucet was turned off, and another long moment of silence followed. Then, there was the sound of running water from the ancient bathtub.
: That was enough to decide him right there as he sighed heavily and turned his head a bit, burying his face half in the pillow, his hair falling a bit over the rest of his face. "I need some sleep," he mumbled, eyes half closing as he tried to relax.
: Corinna stood next to the bathtub, and then looked down at her corset. She had spent too long getting into it, and felt rather unmotivated to spend time taking it off right then. She made her decision and turned off the bath water, favouring instead of wiping her face with the towel and walking back into her room, where she pulled off her blouse, dropping it on the floor. She played with the loose ends of the corset laces, finding pleasure in the act regardless of how she was feeling. Her back remained facing the door.
: I thought she was- wasn't she going to-? he thought, propping himself up on his elbows and staring at the door again. Before he'd even made a conscious decision to do anything, he was half falling off the bed and starting towards the bathroom door, pulling it open a moment later. "I don't know if I should tell her what happened right now," he mumbled, not realizing he spoke out loud as he looked up, right through the open door at her back. A small grin broke out on his face as he shuffled across the tiled floor, leaning against the door and watching her for a moment. "Do y'know how pretty you are, Rin?" he said without even thinking about it.
: Startled by hearing him, she turned around quickly, holding her breath. She gave him a wide eyed stare, as if she had been just caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "S..Sev!..?" She whispered, and quickly drew her hands up to cross in front of her cleavage in an attempted show of modesty.
: "Why're you doing that?" he asked innocently, pushing himself away from the door. "Nothing I haven't seen before. Besides, why d'you want to hide?" He gave her a grin, taking a few steps towards her before glancing back at the door, trying to decide whether to close it or not. He decided not to bother, and turned back to her, finding himself staring, taking in the whole outfit that she was currently wearing. "Wow."
: "I..um..surprise?" She said quietly, feeling her cheeks burn from what he had said. Maybe it was because she was trying hard to forget what her mum had said, or maybe because she had just smashed some trinket she had since she was five; whatever it was, she had been feeling insecure the moment he had walked in. She watched him as he stared down at her, and tilted her head to the side as she breathed again, her breasts heaving against the tight material.
: "Surprise what?" he asked, grinning a bit at the blush on her cheeks. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure what emotion it was he was sensing from her, still being new to that particular.... power, it could be called, he supposed... but whatever it was, he wanted to try and get her mind off it, at least. Reaching out to touch her shoulder, he said unabashedly, "You know, you're cute when you blush."
: His statement only made her blush more, her neck and shoulders turning pink too. She watched his hand on her shoulder, as she toyed with the string again.
: As he looked her over again, he pulled his hand down her arm a bit and reached out to grip her hip lightly with the other hand, saying quietly as the grin faded just a bit, "You... okay, Rinna?" Starting to pull her closer to him, he glanced towards the wall between their rooms, idly looking for whatever she had smashed earlier.
: She slowly brought her gaze up to meet his and the words of her mother seemed to flood her ears just then. Feeling overall sullen by this, she glanced to the side, frowning. "Okay," she whispered. She didn't want to tell him, couldn't tell him. It was all incredibly stupid, she thought. Thinking about it would just lead to angering her, and she wanted to avoid that. She then leaned her cheek against his front, as if needing to be held.
: Without missing a beat, his arms closed around her in a tight hug, laying his cheek lightly against her hair as he tried to sort through what was going on. Thankfully, his head seemed to be clearing a bit more from the alcohol, even though there was still a sense of confusion on his part. "Okay then," he mumbled before kissing her hair lightly.
: She started to grin a little, feeling immediately better now that he was holding her. Before she let herself get too carried away in the moment, she pulled back a little. "Sev," she said, almost suddenly, sounding a little more excited. "Do you like it?" Her eyebrows highbeamed.
: Blinking at her, he opened his mouth as if to speak, then after a moment came a startled, "Huh?" Her fast mood swing had come on so unexpectedly that it left his mind reeling for a moment.
: She stared at him, a small grin working its way into a smile. "My new..corset?" She said, her eyebrows arching.
: He blinked again and pulled back more to look again, a small grin forming again as he said, "Didn't know it was new, but yeah, it's... awesome!" Sliding his arms back around her waist, one hand now splayed against the back of the corset, he got an almost pleading look on his face as he added, "I dunno why I like this thing so much on you, Rin, but it's... you're really fuckin' hot in these."
: She blushed at that, and looked down, her hair falling to cover her cheeks and eyes as she did so. "Just..so..tight," she said, feeling the curve of her bosom heave up and down everytime she talked. She had noticed, and was secretly wondering if he had too.
: Without even pausing to consider whether he should say it or not, and unable to keep his eyes away from the rise and fall of her breasts against the material, he said in a somewhat teasing tone, "I like watching you talk when you wear them." For some reason, just saying that sounded funny to him and he started snickering as he mumbled, "I sound stupid, huh?"
: She tried oh so very hard not to laugh right there and then, but she did. She lifted her head, her chin tilted up, and she started smiling and made a laugh. She shook her head. "Nooo..."she said in a whine. She then winced. "Gods, its hard to breath in this thing," she mumbled as she shyly looked at him. She noticed he was still staring down at her chest. "I can't believe you!" She said teasingly.
: Trying and rather failing to hide the wide grin at her words, he forced himself to look at her face, arms tightening around her again as he said in a too innocent tone, "Well, if you can't breathe well in it, why don't you... take it off?"
: "Do you have any idea how long it took me to bloody well put it on!?" She said quickly, her voice rising up a little. She made a mock slap on his chest. "Not to mention by.myself." She added. She then made a small pout, looking right at him.
: "Awww... c'mon, don't pout, I'll help," he said, leaning closer in an attempt to kiss her, ignoring the slap she'd given him.
: She started to say something, but instead felt herself moving to kiss him. She then paused, the side of her nose brushing his, her mouth barely touching his. "Will you," she said softly, in an almost whisper, as her half closed eyes lifted to look at his.
: "Uh-huh," he said confidently, in a low tone, eyes on hers as he moved just that extra bit closer to press their mouths together firmly. Pulling his hands from her back to rest firmly on her hips, he found himself thinking giddily to himself, Awesome, I got her in a better mood!
: She felt herself responding to his kissing by putting more pressure on his lips, stepping up so she closed the gap between them. She ran her hand up until her fingers buried themselves into the layers of his hair, twirling strands around as she did so.
: Smiling as he pulled out of the kiss, he ran his hands down over her bottom, and without warning, setting his grip firmly on the backs of her legs, hoisted her up against him, murmuring in her ear, "Hold on," as he did, only stumbling back slightly before regaining his balance.
: She felt his pull from below, and made a small gasp. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her nose and cheek pressing into the curve of where his neck met his collar. She slowly brought a leg up and pressed her knee against the side of his leg.
: With a wicked grin, he brought one arm now around her waist, anchoring her firmly to him as he gripped her one leg tightly, hiking it up more around his waist to hint what he wanted as he started to carry her to the bed.
: She wasn't quite expecting for him to do that, making a surprised noise of, "Wha--hey...Sev!" In between laughing at this, she lightly slapped at his shoulder and said, "Put me down!"
: Laughing a bit, he put her down on the bed and leaned over her, brushing a kiss to her forehead as he murmred, "You're playing with me, aren't you?"
: Raising her eyebrows, she said innocently, "Do you think thats what I'm doing, Sev?" She holds a hand to her chest. "I would seriously like to see you try to get this offof me in less time it took to take it on. By yourself."
: He laughed again as he said smugly, "You got it. You going to time me, then?" He gave her a self satisfied grin as he rested a hand on her stomach, fingering the laces of the corset lightly.
: She tries to sit up some but finds she cant due to the restriction of the garment. "Sure," she says as she glances at the clock on the side table. "And just dont break the laces. I know you might try." No contest, she thinks.
: With a snicker, he climbed up onto the bed with her, straddling her and leaning down to press a firm kiss to her lips before trailing light kisses to her ear and whispering, "I won't, I promise." With that, he started fiddling with the laces, and after a moment had deftly tugged the first two rows free with one hand as he nipped at her earlobe at the same time.
: She makes a small gasp at him attacking her ear, and doesn't seem to notice he pulls at the laces. She felt no release fromt he tightness right below her breasts, and her breathing just grows faster. "You haven't even started yet!" she whispers.
: He made a low chuckle in the back of his throat at that, managing to get another couple rows out as he darted his tongue out to graze against the skin just below her ear, murmuring throatily, "Have so."
: "But I..didn't..." She makes a mumbling sound of incoherent words as he licks at her ear, and her eyes roll back before closing.
: He relented a bit for now, pulling back from her ear, finding it was distracting him as much as he was trying to distract her. Concentrating solely on getting the laces untied without breaking them for a few moments, he glanced up at her when he was about a quarter of the way done, slipping his fingers up under the material for a moment to brush lightly against her stomach as he murmured teasingly, "You still keeping time, Rin?"
: She turns her head to the side a little, and breathes out hard through her mouth at feeling his fingers under her corset. Opening her eyes a little, she squints at the clock, and reads that it has only been five minutes. "Mmm..hmm.." she mumbles and lets her eyes close again as she parts her lips again and breathes out steadily.
: He wasn't exactly willing to psych himself up or out by asking her how long it'd been, so he went back to work quickly on the laces, intent on getting them undone as quickly as possible. Unsure of how much time HAD passed, he finally pulled out the last lace and leaned forward to kiss her hungrily as he tugged the restrictive garment away from her.
: She lets out a long sigh of relief as the tight material falls away.
: "Never thought I'd be able to breath again," she mumbles in between kissing him and then another kiss as she trails her hands down over his shoulders.
: "Mmm," he breathed. Trailing kisses down to her jaw, he brought his hands back up to rub over her shoulders and down her front and side before murmuring against her jaw, "And how long did I take?"
: She was just closing her eyes when his statement made her open them. Turning her head a little, she glanced at the clock. "Th..three minutes?" she squeaked.
: "Mmm.... I'm sure it was longer than that," he said in a murmer, working his mouth along her jaw and then down to her throat as he shifted enough to press one knee between her legs instead of straddling her, one hand now resting at her hips.
: "I wouldn't...know.." she says in a low breath as she feels herself almost coo over the way he's kissing her. "Doesn't..matter.." she mumbles a little as she slowly moves her legs apart a little, and then drapes her right leg around his.
: Grinning at that, he pressed a heated kiss to the hollow of her throat, nipping very lightly against the skin there before ghosting lips up her neck to whisper in her ear a breathy, "I win." A feather light caress of fingers over the material of her jeans and just grazing her stomach, and he kept himself propped up enough to reach down with his other hand to grab the thin material of her shirt and start to push it up over her stomach.
: She doesn't let herself make any whimpering noises, although she really feels a need to. She makes a small nod of her head to agree with him. "You c..can name your prize," she whispers, finding it difficult to talk between quick breathes of air and the pounding of her heart now. She felt cool air graze her stomach as he lifted her shirt.
: "You," came an almost inaudible whisper before his lips left her ear and he actually pulled away from her somewhat, shifting his position to straddle her knees a bit. The reason for this was made clear a moment later when his lips came in just barely there contact with her stomach, and he brushed feather light kisses over her skin, being perhaps a little over careful because of the lip piercing and keeping her shirt away from the area.
: "Me? Or my stomach?" she says, biting at her bottom lip as she felt him tease her skin in that way. She immediately felt herself clench her muscles along her body. What he probably didn't know was that little amount of light contact had been enough to make her wet and she was making an attempt to stop it with herself. She tried to snake her hands up to touch his hair.
: Pulling up slightly to look at her, he smiled slowly and, in an attempt to sound sexy or sensual, said in an intentionally low voice, "All of you." Leaning down to kiss her stomach again, he pushed the material of her shirt up a bit more, gripping her sides gently with both hands as he darted his tongue out to graze the skin experimentally. Not that they'd never done this before, but never exactly like... this before. Gods, she was gorgeous.
: She made a small whimper finally, and shifted a little. She was arching her back now, making it seem her chest was now bigger because it was pushed out. "You are so..so..mean.." she mumbles, as she felt her eyes roll back some and she breathed out through her mouth. "You are going....slow.."
: A slight exhalation of breath against her skin betrayed his silent laugh, and he thought to himself with a small thrill, She does like it... Wonder if she realizes that it's as much torture for me as it is for her. Though her reaction finally prompted him to continue with what he was doing, and he shifted again, silently coaxing her to sit up a bit, or at least raise her arms a bit more as he eased the shirt up in an attempt to pull it off completely.
: She quickly realized that he wanted the shirt off, and she tried to sit up more. She leaned her front against him as she limply held her arms up a little. Her body was having the feeling of that of a rag doll. Anytime his fingers brushed her skin, she felt an explosion of chills and shrills run down her spine, leaving her limp to move about as he pleased, a prisoner to the mood.
: Quickly divesting her of the shirt and discarding it to the side, he wrapped one arm around her side, forearm running up her spine as he held her to him. His eyes closed for a moment as he ran his other hand down her arm lightly, and he continued to kiss her, going back to her neck for the moment as he continued in the same vein as before, since she seemed to really like that.
She closed her eyes, tightly, and although she still felt powerless to do anything, kept in this almost spell-like state of limpness, pressing up against him, she felt the extreme pleasure of his lips finding their way across her neck. She managed to curl her fingers around the front of his ripped t-shirt, pulling hard on it everytime she exhaled a gasp at what he was doing with his mouth. "More," she mumbled, as if begging.
Without saying a word at her request, or plea, or whatever it was, he laid her down on her back, pulling his lips from her neck and watching her with mouth parted for the moment as he pulled his arms from underneath her, watching the way her body moved in the candle light. Once free, and straddling her lap once more, he immediately reached up to brush his thumbs over her cheeks, trailing his fingers lightly (and without the slight nervousness that sometimes accompanied the action) down the sides of her neck, over her collarbone, and over her breasts, seeming more curious than nervous this time.
She seemed to hold her breath, almost afriad to take a gulp of fresh air as he draw his fingers down her front. She watched him through how lowered eyes, their lids half closed but retained a curious awe. As his fingers rounded her breasts, she felt a cold chill fun over her, resulting either from the numbness of his fingers or her own escalating arrousal. The chill sent goosebumps down her arms and legs, and made her exposed nipples harden like rocks; this very moment his fingers passed by. She moved her head to one side so her cheek rested on the pillow, making a small moanful whine.
Hearing that whine from her, and watching her body's reactions to his searching fingers, he found himself grinning in self satisfaction at that. He trailed one hand down to her stomach again, reversing the other and bringing it back up to cup one breast as he leaned over her a bit, mouthing careful kisses over the top of her breast, and then boldly swiped his tongue across the hardened flesh of her nipple, glancing up slightly to try and see her reaction as he did that.
She had managed to bring her hand up and press its palm over her mouth. Her eyes, still clenched shut, gave her a painful expression. In actuality, she was attempting to muffle her own moan of pleasure, for fear of anyone walking by the room. They hadn't done a silencing charm of any sort, and it was probably the last thing on her mind right then. How hard she was biting her bottom lip under her palm! The salty taste of her own blood from her cut lip splashed over her tongue. She made a small cough into her hand just then.
For a moment, he was thrown off by her expression, and that small cough, and he pulled back a bit as he asked quietly, "You okay there?" Not even realizing what he was doing, he was still idly stroking his fingers along her skin, and a split second later, he did realize what the issue must've been, as he wasn't really sensing any hint of pain from her.
She lowered her hand from her mouth and made a small laugh. "I'm fine!" She protested, as she sucked on her bottom lip. She reached over and grasped the front of his shirt. "If you kiss me I'd be much better, Sev."
Grinning at that, he said in a low voice, "Just a sec, then." He pulled her hands gently away from his t-shirt, tugging it off before stetching out to settle over top of her, one arm pressed to the pillow above her head as he leaned down to kiss her hungrily, eyes falling half-closed.
She curled her fingers over his chest, her knuckles pressing against his skin as her mouth met his. The taste of blood fast dissolved as she brought her lips to meet his, and her other hand wrapped around his back, enclosing around his side and lightly stroking the line of his shoulder blade where the ends of his hair hung loosly.
Nipping lightly at her bottom lip, he didn't even taste the blood at first, intent as he was on kissing her senseless, the fingers of his free hand working their way down her side in swift and sometimes feather light caresses over the skin. As he shifted a bit into a more comfortable position, rubbing his thumb now over the edge of the material of her skirt, he realized what he was tasting, darting his tongue over her lip again with a moan as a surge of magnified arousal swept through him.
She let her eyes open then as he started with his tongue. She stared wide seemingly at him, and made a small gasp type noise, although somewhat muffled by his mouth. The hand that had just started to tug lightly at his hair fell limp suddenly. It seemed her whole body had immediatly stiffened.
Oh, now what? He pulled back slightly again, looking at her in confusion when she stopped responding. Taking a deep breath, he murmured to her in a slightly hurt tone, "What's wrong?" Was it something I did? he thought.
She stared past him, over his shoulder. She didn't say anything, but she pressed against him more, an attempt to hide the fact she was...shirtless from behind.
A slight cough came in then, sounding painfully male.
Shit! He didn't dare look back, but ducked his head a bit more, eyes darting around the immediate area as he tried to find her shirt for her. All of a sudden, he felt almost painfully sober, and mortified beyond belief. This was worse than the time Regulus had caught them in the library, he reflected, catching sight of her shirt... where he wouldn't be able to reach it without being completely obvious about it. "Um.." he said, it coming out as more a squeak as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Brennan Albert Blackwell stood in the doorway of his only daughter's room, one hand clenching the silver doorknob. Although his facial expression remained neutral, void of any anger, his knuckles had turned white from how hard he made his fist. Although he could only see his daughter's friend's back, he knew enough already. His eyes became narrow and beady as he watched them, his frown deeper.
"Father...I-" Corinna started to say as she still found herself holding Severus to her.
"Get dressed," Brennan cut it.
His grip on her tightened for a moment and he whispered a worried, "Sorry!" in her ear before reluctantly letting her go, grabbing her shirt first and passing it back to her as he fumbled for his own, cheeks burning in mortification. What a way to go, he thought miserably, unable to look at either of the room's otheroccupants.
"Corinna, you stay here," Brennan ordered, his voice cutting in before she or the boy could move much more. He turned his attention on the boy. "Severus, get dressed. Your father is here."
"What?!" he squeaked, head snapping up and face draining of all colour. What is he doing here? he thought, before blurting the thought out loud, suddenly wishing he could just disappear.
"Now, Severus," Brennan barked, his head nodding quickly to the hallway beyond the threshold of the doorway.
Corinna quickly pulled the sheet of the bed up over her front, her eyes wide as she stared ahead. Her hair now fell around her, into her eyes, onto her shoulders. She didn't say anything, and for a quick moment her gaze went over to look at Sev.
Looking over at Corinna helplessly, an utterly miserable expression on his face, Severus stood up and shuffled towards the door, pulling the t-shirt on as he went. Even if saying anything could've helped the situation, there was nothing to say.
Brennan didn't seem to move at all as the boy came close, which only left a narrow gap for him to leave. No matter what, Severus had to pass him to leave the room. He watched the boy intently, his lips pursed as his frown grew even more stern.
Corinna recoiled, leaning back into the pillow more as she watched this. She wanted to say something badly, but the fearof just being caught, half naked no less, was too powerful and overcoming.
He dared to glance up at the older man as he neared him, practically recoiling himself at the intensity of the frown directed his way. Ducking his head quickly, Severus hesitated for a split second when he saw that the man wasn't moving, and quickly squeezed past him, flattening himself as much against the doorframe as possible.
As Severus entered the hallway, he easily heard Brennan issue and order to his daughter. "I'll be back to deal with you. Stay here," he ordered, and then the sound of a door shutting. A fishing of fabric as a hand pushed into a pocket, and the clink of a key turning in a lock. He had locked his daughter into her room.
Let me guess, came a snide thought in his mind, I have to learn to keep my hands to myself? He crossed his arms sullenly, and asked in a hesitant tone, "Is he really here?"
Brennan came up then, and stood at his side. He didn't seem to pause, but started foreward, leaving Severus behind him. A few short steps ahead, he stopped, standing straight and erect. He seemed to be tapping the key against the gold band of his wedding ring, as if a nervous or impatient tick. He was waiting.
Swearing balefully under his breath, Severus finally started after him. It would be better to just get it over with, whatever was about to happen, after all.
Before stepping down the steps to the first floor, Brennan turned and looked at the boy perhaps for the first time. His face, although half covered in a fallen shadow from the wall, seemed now etched in concern. "Severus," he stated.
He stopped as well, perhaps the only sign that he'd heard Brennan aside from a nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not going to ask why your father is here. I just want you to get him to leave, do I make myself understood?" He ordered, sounding quite fatherly and concerned now. He neglected to say that when the other man had made his prescence known, first by pounding on the door and then forcing his way in when Corinna's mother had opened the door. Tobias Snape was, as Brennan concluded, rickety and shady in his behavior, a sour smell of alcohol, and eyes that never seemed to stay in one spot long, but moving and evaluating anything gold or shiney on a shelf. "He makes my wife nervous," Brennan concluded, and started down the steps.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" he muttered, starting to feel rather annoyed now as he followed Brennan down the remaining stairs and into the front hall. Like his own father would listen to him, anyway. More likely kick my arse like he always does, he thought bitterly, finding himself nervously rubbing at hif arm where he'd sustained a nasty break last summer. Courtesy of his father in one of his drunken, drug induced rages, of course.
Brennan lead him to the closed sliding doors of the sitting room. Inside, through the heavy etched and permantly fogged glass, shapes moved inside. Brennan turned and looked at Severus, as if to ask "Are you ready to confront the one thing you most wanted to get away from, the one thing that alone can cause you such nightmares that you can't sleep for fear this monster will come out of the dark and break every bone in your body?"
Severus stopped short of the door, hating himself for feeling fear at the meeting that was about to take place, and in his insecurity glanced up at Brennan, catching the older man's look. In that moment, it was like an unspoken agreement passed between them; any qualms from earlier were put aside for the moment as he took a deep breath and straightened up, reaching out to push open the door.
Brennan nodded quickly and stepped aside. "I'll be right here in case...well, I'll be here." He said in a low voice.
He only faltered a split second at that, then stepped into the room, eyes immediately finding the form of his father. Great. Fucking bastard can't leave well enough alone, he thought, an unconscious sneer coming to his face as the man turned and locked eyes with him. "What the hell do you want?" he demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at Tobias.
The man, whose own long hair fell into his face, and to someone just approaching the pair would assume they were mirror images of one another, only exception one being young and the other considerably older, cheeks sunk in more, and darker circles around the eyes. Tobias's skin had a shallow appearance, a gray hue to add, and overall he appeared just as he was, shady. His watery eyes, bloodshot but wide, seemed to slide over his son's form. He then slowly made a wry smirk, a sickening familiar one. "Boy," he hissed, looking almost delightful. "Enjoying your visit have you? In this...mansion..full of wonderous decadent things." He seemed to be almost mocking him.
Bristling at the almost blatant accusation, Severus snapped, "Well, I was until you showed up! What are you doing here? You don't belong here, and no-one wants you here, so just get the fuck out!" Had he been braver, he probably would've just walked up to the other man and punched him in the face, but he really wanted to keep all his limbs intact this summer, thanks. Not to mention he was now grateful that Corinna had been told to stay where she was. Obviously Brennan hadn't trusted Tobias to be around her anymore than Severus himself would have.
"Severus Snape, you watch your language!" Amara's boice rang out, as she moved from the couch she was standing behind. As uncomfortable the elder Snape made her, her convictions as a mother and perserver of ettiquete guided her actions. "You apologize, this instant!" She told him, now standing a pace away from both males.
He scowled over at Amara, obviously not grateful for the interuption.
Tobias tilted his head back, his hair, limp from possible malnutirion or other external causes, fell across his face. Since he was out of Amara Blackwell's line of vision, he seemed to smirk right at his son, as if saying "Yeah, you owe me kid." The hair, as previously mentioned, was full of dead-ends, and badly washed. His whole body now seemed to be abused, as much as the hair.
"Severus, Now!" Her voice sounded again. She had an impatient air about her.
Tobias wiggled his eyebrows at that.
Rolling his eyes at that, Severus said in a clipped tone, not sounding sorry in the slightest, "Sorry." Do NOT make me say it like I mean it, he thought viciously, arching an eyebrow at Amara as if to say, 'Happy now?'
Amara held a stiff upper lip as she watched her daughter's friend, and slowly spoke again, this time as if she were fighting the urge to spit. "Your father," she started, and then glanced right at Severus, as if avoiding contact with Tobias. "Is in need of a word with you. It seems its a very important matter or else he wouldn't-" She paused and glared at Tobias, who seemed to of found his attention on the ornate wizarding chess board near by. "Of ventured here tonight." She finished, a little louder.
Tobias dropped the pawn he was holding, and gave a nod to her. "Just a quick word with my.son." He stated hoarsly. He forced a grin, his teeth yellow.
"Fine," he said shortly, turning his attention to Tobias. The fucker could go to hell for all he cared. "Get it over with, then." He made sure to stay near the door, so he could beat a hasty retreat if the man became violent.
Tobias turned his attention from his son and preened to Amara. "A moment alone, if you will? Its quite a private affair." He said, even daring to blink his lashless eyelids at her.
Amara arched an eyebrow, giving a questioning look that shadowed one of Corinna's.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered to himself.
Tobias continued to grin, and Amara stepped back to the door. "Five minutes," she said, and she was out the door, it sliding shut behind her.
"Heard you made that sports team of yours, boy." Tobias said.
He tried to fight off the cold shudder that went through him at being alone with his father, and nodded shortly, refusing to say anything to the man until he made his point. Surely he hadn't come all this way just to talk about Quidditch.
Tobias sunk into the arm chair next to him, his long boney hands curling on the rests. "Your mother played as well, did you know that, boy?"
"Did she now?" he sneered, finding that wholly unbelievable. Slytherin didn't allow female players on the team. A small smirk found it's way onto his face at that.
"You don't believe me. Not surprising. She had many secrets, your mother. Things about her family, things about herself...Things she owned." He stated slowly, now running his long fingernails along the cloth of the chair, as if measuring its worth by touch.
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" he snapped, growing tired of the man's avoidance of... whatever he was trying to say. "Just get to bloody point, fuck!"
As if in a flash, Tobias was on his feet and standing so close to his son, that his equally long hooked nose touched Severus's. "Your mother's ring is missing, boy."
"And why do you care?" he spat out, taking a step back before he'd gathered his wits enough to stand his ground, though he shoved his left hand in his pocket to hide the ring glinting on his finger, knowing that's what the man was now looking for.
"Oh, I care very much...boy." He said slowly, as he looked down quickly, thinking he saw something in the corner of the eye.
"I have a name, you know, why don't you use it?"
There was a low purring noise, and a white persian cat was now rubbing against the ankle of her owner. She seemed undisturbed by the other man's prescence.
"I ...need that ring." He only said, narrowing his eyes. His hands flexed and clenched at his side.
Glancing down, Severus glared at his father for a moment before stepping back again and reaching down to pick up the cat, deciding he didn't care if Tobias saw it. He wasn't getting his mother's ring. "You can go to hell," he stated loudly and clearly. "You lost the right to my mother's ring when you- when she died. It belongs to me now."
"It belongs to me!" He said quickly, a hand reaching for the cat, grabbing it by the neck and yanking her from his son's arms.
The cat hissed and growled, but now dangled from the hand of the older man. The cat tried to move, its body hanging by the scriff of its neck.
"Its my right, and my ring. Now hand it over!" He bellowed.
"Hey! Let her go, now!" Severus shouted angrily, launching himself at the other man without even thinking, clenched fist leading the way as he shot a punch right at the man's face.
Tobias moved so his son's hand came in contact with his shoulder. His hand quickly grabbed Severus's wrist and his nails seemed to dig into his skin. The hint of silver and amber was enough, it seems, for his greedy eyes. He then cackled. "Perfect."
Gritting his teeth at the pain, Severus twisted around to glare at him and yelled at the top of his lungs, "What, so you can pawn the bloody thing to pay for your fucking drugs?! Let me go, you bastard!" Hopefully, Corinna's parents would come in with all the yelling and help him out, he thought, lashing out with his free hand at Tobias' face.
There was a loud bang, followed by a quick streak of light as a spell hit somewhere above Severus's shoulder. There was a small crash near the fireplace, and the metal grid guarding the floo portal fell foreward over a bundle of fur. In the same instant, hands grabbed Severus, pulling him backwards, or tried to, as Severus seemed to struggle.
In the confusion, Severus had no idea what was going on or who had grabbed him, but whoever it was managed to successfully pull him back out of the room even as he was still struggling and screaming bloody murder at his father.
Glancing over at his uncle as he pulled Severus back, Walden yanked the taller, emaciated man back and pressed his wand to the man's neck. Blinking a moment from the shock of seeing just how much Severus looked like his father, he then said in a deadly calm tone once he'd recovered, "If I were you, I would get out now before an untimely accident befalls you."
Brennan seemed to be having more trouble holding onto Severus. As the younger Snape struggled, Brennan seemed more desperatly clinging to him than pulling him away. "Severus!" He called, trying to stop him from re-entering the room. "You need to stop!"
Seeing that Severus didn't seem to be calming down, Walden quickly cast a Silencing charm on the younger boy before pressing his wand back against Tobias' neck. "Out. Now."
Tobias snickered, as if thinking this was no more than a game. "You foolish wizard. I just came to collect what is rightfully mine." He said darkly. He then took steps towards the door that lead to the hallway.
Walden followed him, ignoring Severus' silent glower at him before the younger Slytherin turned and stormed away from the door. Good, make sure this man can't take whatever it is he wants, he thought, keeping his wand trained on Tobias' back now.
"Tell that half-blood brat he will have to give it to me sooner or later," Tobias instructs as his toes hit the bottom of the front door to the house. He snickered and grasped for the door handle.
Brennan had managed to pull Severus into the kitchen, where a pale faced Amara was standing, arms hugging herself.
Severus finally turned and glared at Brennan, red-faced with embarrasment as he stamped his foot and pretty much mouthed the words, "Take this spell off me!", since he couldn't very well say anything. Oh, he'd heard what Tobias had said. He was pretty sure everyone had.
Shutting the door after Tobias, Walden locked it and hurried to the kitchen where the others were now gathered, unsure of how to take what Severus' father had said.
Brennan gave a dark look at Severus, and lifting his wand, silently waved it as the spell came off.
After a moment of silence, Severus said in a small, embarrassed voice, "Thanks..." Ducking his head, he made to leave the kitchen, hoping that no-one would question him. He wanted to find his cat anyway, having lost her in the scuffle.
"I can't believe that...muggle!" Amara finally said after Severus left the room. She now had shaking hands.
"All that over a ring," Walden said quietly. Going over to his aunt, he rested a hand on her shoulder as he asked, "Are you alright, Aunt Amara?"
"Had my life flash before my eyes," she said, a hankerchief to her mouth now. She tried to avoid anyones gaze.
He'd just opened his mouth to inquire further when a shrill cry of "NOOO!" sounded from the room he had just come from. Surprised, Walden stared at them both for a moment before darting off back to the room to find Severus sitting on the floor by the fireplace, holding his cat in his arms and staring down at her with a crumpled, pain filled expression on his face.