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@ 2013-12-22 08:18:00
|Entry tags:||contributor: shadowycat, dec22, fandom: harry potter, prompt22, year: 2013|
Dec 22, Harry Potter, Severus/Remus, An Offering to the Gods
Title: An Offering to the Gods
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 440 words
Prompt: 22: Kissing under the mistletoe
Severus opened the door of their cottage and stepped inside. The smell of fresh bread wafted from the kitchen. Inside the parlour, he could see the dark green of a fragrant tree waiting to be decorated and, hanging from the centre of every doorway, was a small delicate sprig of green.
A smile caught at the corner of his lips. Remus had been busy. He walked down the hallway and stepped into the doorway to the kitchen where he paused and waited.
In a moment, Remus slipped into his arms and pressed their mouths together in a warm, passionate kiss. “Welcome home,” he whispered in Severus’s ear when they parted for breath before sucking on his earlobe and trailing soft kisses down the side of his neck.
“I see you’ve been busy while I’ve been out,” Severus murmured as he tilted his head back to give his lover better access to his throat.
“Mmmhmmmm,” came the muffled reply. “I’ve hung mistletoe in every doorway in the house. I figure we could start down here, work our way around, then head upstairs.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Severus, muffling a groan as Remus sucked on a sensitive spot.
“Thought you’d approve,” said Remus as he tugged at Severus’s robe. “I’m adding an extra twist.”
“Oh?” Severus asked as his robe slid to the floor along with Remus’s, before Remus began leading him to the doorway into the parlour. “And what would that be?” he asked between kisses.
“I thought we’d leave the winter gods an offering under each sprig of mistletoe. Wouldn’t want to offend anyone.”
Severus grinned and kissed Remus deeply under the next dangling bit of greenery. “And you think these gods of winter want our discarded clothing?” he asked as he pulled Remus’s shirt over his head.
“Absolutely! Winter gods are all about love making, and cuddling together under warm blankets, and that’s much easier to do without all these confining pieces of cloth.” Severus’s shirt joined Remus’s in a little pile on the floor.
Remus knelt quickly, unbuckled Severus’s belt, slipped it free, and dropped it on the pile before pulling him along to the doorway of the dining room.
“How many of these kissing spots are there?” asked Severus between kisses and caresses.
“Just enough to handle everything we’re wearing,” said Remus with a grin. “If I’ve figured right, by the time we get to the last bit of mistletoe we should be completely naked.” He kicked off his shoes and Severus did the same.
“I hung the final piece over the bed.”
“The ideal spot...” Severus murmured as he kissed Remus breathless one more time.