|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2008-03-17 23:56:00
Title: 30 Minutes Over Kandahar
Summary: Why are flying carpets banned by the British Ministry of Magic?
Pairing: Severus Snape/Minerva McGonagall
Warning: erotic asphyxiation, Animagus bestiality
This one is kinky, just look at the warnings. And yet, don't let them frighten you off, because even if they're not really things you would normally enjoy, they work amazingly well here.
The little touches of humour are what really makes the story, for me. The flying carpet--because they are on a flying carpet!--is not at all cooperating, and Snape has the strangest thoughts entering his head, at the most inappropriate times.
The sky spun and swirled, and oh bloody hell it was good, she so adamant and demanding, her usual mask of wry calm giving way to a feral strain as she rode him harder and harder and he couldn’t help but grasp her round arse underneath the robes and move her in counterpoint. The carpet was not accommodating. It gave way at the wrong times and held rigid at the wrong times, and ruffled its fringes affrontedly as though what it was being asked to do was simply too much, no matter how many storms it had flown through and war zones it had flown over.
Did they think it was some kind of brothel rug?