Soon All the Suns Will Rise

The One That Makes Me Scream, she said

Chapter Title from "Just Like Heaven" by The Cure. ____________

"Ohhhhh...ohhhh...OHHHH! Sirius...oh...mother of Merlin, YES!"

"Gods, is this what living with them is going to be like every single damn day?" Severus groaned, slamming shut the large hardcover book that covered his lap, with a frustrated bang.

"Well, it was your idea to move in together," Rhiannon reminded him sweetly, slipping her whisper of a figure onto his lap in place of the leather bound volume. Severus's hand came to rest on her delicate pink floral sundress, and Rhiannon immediately nuzzled in against the patch of chest his navy blue button-up shirt revealed to her. It was rare to see him in anything but black, and rarer still to see him in Muggle clothing at all. But since their move to the Scottish coast, his free days from his summer holiday Headmaster duties had become surprisingly more relaxed.

Shifting location had been good for him. Rhiannon loved the subtle change, as dumbfounding as it was when contrasted with the ever-looming darkness that threatened to suffocate their lives. It was like Severus had constructed a wall, with Hogwarts and the Death Eaters on one side, and his life in their seaside house with Rhiannon and their friends on the other.

"Friends" was perhaps a bit too loose of a term-- for her husband anyway.

"I suppose I could ask you what in Morgana's name he's doing to her?" Severus mused. "I'm assuming you know what elicits that type of scream?"

Rhiannon pressed a soft kiss to his jawline. "Severus, you know I'm not quite as much of a screamer as Colleen. More like a girl who moans with pleasure, murmurs in delight, purrs your name..." She pressed more kisses to his warm, pale skin in between each utterance, and Severus's grip on her flesh became harder as she undid his belt, slid his zipper down, and ran her tongue along the bottom of his length, right there in their living room, with the walls of books looking on.

Severus's voice shuddered a bit, laying a moan over the breath he released as his fingers curled in her golden hair, encouraging his tip past her lips. "I seem to recall hearing a few screams from your delectable whore mouth on occasion," he murmured.

Rhiannon felt her nerves electrify the way only Severus's low, dirty words could manage.

"What the hell, Rhiannon? Moony and Tonks could be home with Ben any minute!"

Rhiannon's head snapped up from Snape's lap to see Sirius trekking to the kitchen, a pair of gray sweatpants clearly slapped quickly onto his hips, as they barely covered any of the chiseled "V" leading down his torso.

"I love how you immediately scold me and not Severus," Rhiannon called after him, reluctantly standing. "It's always the woman's fault, isn't it?"

In truth Ben had only been gone with Lupin and Tonks about forty minutes, on their afternoon hike over the ocean cliffs. The couples typically swapped turns taking Ben on outings so the other two pairs could enjoy a little more privacy. Well, relatively speaking.

Sirius returned to the living room and leaned casually against the credenza that held their gramophone and one of their smaller Potion cabinets. He opened it and withdrew a glass vial, setting it down next to the bottle of Gillywater he'd brought from the kitchen. He lifted a hard pumpkin cider to his own lips and observed the couple with a smirk.

"Letting it all hang out there, Severus? I must say I had pegged you as the shy type, before we all decided to cohabitate in this pleasant little abode."

Rhiannon saw her husband sneer before stuffing himself back in his trousers. "I seem to recall you being rather curious about such things not so long ago, Black. Just thought I'd level the playing field a bit, given all the little gems I've been able to see in your thoughts and Rhiannon's over the past couple of years."