firefly124 (firefly124) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-05 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: firefly124, kink: kissing, kink: legilimency sex, remus/severus |
LMOM #5: Research (SS/RL, R)
Title: Research
Author: firefly124
Rating: R
Pairing: SS/RL
Kink(s): kissing, legilimency sex (ish)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 506
Breakfast went well enough, Severus not being there. It seems some things never changed, or only slightly. Back in their school days, he had spent his mornings studying in the library before class, ducking into the Great Hall only briefly for a cup of tea. More than once, Remus had made his excuses to the rest of the Marauders and ducked out to meet him there for kisses amongst the stacks.
Most likely Severus had the house-elves bring it to him in his quarters now.
The day wore on, surprisingly dull, the only remarkable thing, in fact, being a second-year Ravenclaw posing a bizarre question about how to defend against Nargles, whatever they were. Remus had promised to get back to her once he’d looked into it. And so the afternoon found him in the Restricted Section of the library, as none of his books yielded any information
Not that he was finding anything here either. Much as he hated to admit it, he was going to have to ask the young lady where she’d learned of these creatures so that he could take a more productive line of research.
He was nearly ready to give up when he heard footsteps approaching. Unmistakable footsteps. Images from last night’s dream flooded his mind, and Remus buried himself further in the most recent book he’d opened.
“What in Merlin’s name are you doing skulking around in here, Lupin?”
“I was unaware that there was any reason for staff members to ‘skulk’ in any part of the library, Severus,” Remus answered, never taking his eyes off the page.
“Yes, of course. That would explain the guilty expression.” Severus’ voice could have frozen the Black Lake.
Remus shot him a glare at that. There were few students around, probably none close enough to hear, but that was no reason to speak so unprofessionally.
He realized his mistake immediately as not only the dream images he’d been struggling to repress but also every memory or fantasy of Severus he’d ever had rifled through his mind.
Severus bending him over his desk, then driving him into it relentlessly.
Shyly stealing a kiss under a new-blooming apple tree as Severus studied.
Severus flattening him against the door as their tongues circled and stroked and fought for dominance.
The witch’s offer at the Three Broomsticks, and the many ways Remus had considered availing himself of her supposed talent for illusions.
Fumbling with each other’s robes in an empty classroom.
Bringing himself off to thoughts of Severus watching him.
Suddenly it all stopped, exactly as though someone had cast Finite.
A look of utter disgust on his face, Severus whirled away, robes snapping behind him like a whip. The silence that settled was nothing like the easy peace that had always made the library a haven.
Remus turned back to the book, staring at the page but not seeing it, and it was only after several minutes that he thought to wonder what Severus had come into the Restricted Section for in the first place.