Mmmm, sex and telepathy. Two great tastes that taste great together!
Harry’s knees weakened as Severus billowed into view, so achingly familiar. A million tiny buttons held the fabric to a snug fit across Severus’ lean frame, impeccably fastened all the way up to his pallid neck; smooth and unblemished, no trace of disfigurement. But it was the vision of Severus’ hair that finally took the last of Harry’s breath away, a cascade of glossy black that hung around his shoulders and fell menacingly across one eye as he stalked towards Harry.
Hell, I'm weak in the knees too, and I'm sitting down!
I gotta ask, after seeing it in a warning so many times -- what the heck is "flangst" anyway?
Harry’s knees weakened as Severus billowed into view, so achingly familiar. A million tiny buttons held the fabric to a snug fit across Severus’ lean frame, impeccably fastened all the way up to his pallid neck; smooth and unblemished, no trace of disfigurement. But it was the vision of Severus’ hair that finally took the last of Harry’s breath away, a cascade of glossy black that hung around his shoulders and fell menacingly across one eye as he stalked towards Harry.
Hell, I'm weak in the knees too, and I'm sitting down!
I gotta ask, after seeing it in a warning so many times -- what the heck is "flangst" anyway?