"Hippie" is Not Your Colour Title: "Hippie" is Not Your Colour Author:wordsconsumeher Pairing: Severus & Harry Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Severus tries to see the bright side of Harry's newfound interest in yoga
“You look a right ponce, you know,” Severus chided from behind his leather bound book.
Harry’s fingers grazed the top of his purple yoga mat as he turned to sweep his arms skyward, breathing rhythmically.
“Don’t knock it until you try it, I’ve never felt so balanced and centred.” He exhaled deeply and turned sideways, flowing into a new position.
Severus’ brow arched from behind his reading glasses “I don’t feel particularly imbalanced or un-centred, thank-you very much,” he drawled, lazily turning a worn page.
Harry smirked, bending so far forward his lips nearly grazed his shins. “You’re just not willing to admit that you’re totally inflexible,” he teased, feeling a great stretch in his spine.
“Rigid.” Severus agreed.
“And you’d look terrible in yoga pants.”
“Horrid.“
“And you have an unnatural fear of foam rubber.” With that, Harry turned his heel in his mat, causing the purple material to screech in protest.
The heavy tome in Severus’ hands slammed shut with a loud crack as he shuddered in disgust. His tongue dangled out from between his lips as if the space it had previously occupied would soon be awash with vomit. “You little brat.” He sneered, between dry heaves.
Harry grinned wickedly and made as if to repeat the noisy movement. His husband was out of his seat in a flash, pinning the younger man to the offending piece of rubber in one swift movement. Harry moaned as he felt Severus’ erection digging into his trembling thigh.
Severus nipped at his neck delicately, his lips turned up into a bemused smirk. “I suppose there’s one benefit to you partaking in this hippie fad,” he cooed.
“And that is?” Harry gasped.
Severus smiled and flipped his lover over. “Downward Dog.”