Secret Snarry Swap: First Kiss Title: First Kiss Author:slu64 Gift Recipientangela_snape Rating: PG-13 Word count: ~1,800 words Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *None.* Summary/Prompt: "I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food."--W. C. Fields –Severus cooks for Harry for the first time, and things don’t go quite as planned. A/N: Thank you to the Mods for all their hard work and managing two swaps to accommodate everyone. Thank you to the best beta I could ever want starstruck1986.
First Kiss
The first strains of Mozart filled the air as Severus stepped from his Floo. The complexity and simplicity of the melody followed him through his flat, and as always, made Severus ponder the universal question: had Mozart had just a hint of magical blood? Alas, no one in the Wizarding world had solved that mystery in over two hundred years. Magical or not, the music never failed to move Severus and allowed him to focus on whatever problem he was trying to solve; this time, he had a big one.
Harry Potter.
Severus released a soft sigh of relief as the two bulging bags slipped down his arms to bang gently onto the kitchen table.
“Madness.” Severus muttered, as he leaned the bags against each other to hang up his cloak.
It was his own fault, suggesting he cook dinner for the two of them. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to take Potter to the same kind of fancy restaurant Harry himself had chosen. However, their first date had been so stiff, Potter had looked so uncomfortable sitting there in his formal attire that Severus had half expected him to tug at his collar like a first year in his first school robes. Even though the conversation had eventually begun to flow, the whole thing had been stilted and mannerly -everything from the restaurant to the clothes to the man himself.
Severus laid the fresh vegetables aside and pulled out the fat bird wrapped in white paper. His own twist on Coq Au Vin would set the evening, and the wine would relax them both. Severus pulled the bottles from the bag, examining the labels.
That first date had not been anything at all that Severus had thought it would be, and when Harry had finally suggested they leave, Severus had been disappointed but relieved. Harry had paid what Severus was sure was a hefty price for their meal before escorting him back around the corner to the alley to Apparate home. He had been mentally preparing himself for the Thanks, but no thanks speech when Harry had kissed him. Their first kiss had not been anything dreams were made of: right in the middle of the alley, certainly nothing special, and a bit sloppy, but a kiss nonetheless and it was then those damnable words slipped from his mouth.
“Why don't I cook dinner for us next time?”
So here he stood, sorting food with both hands and juggling two bottles of wine. He had splashed out on an expensive bottle to have with dinner and a not-so-expensive bottle with a deep bouquet for cooking. After examining the labels again, he opened both bottles and set them aside to breathe.
What was I thinking?
Severus knew what his cock had been thinking. Seeing Harry every day at the Department of Law Enforcement and working with him on special occasions had put them on companionable terms. He had watched Harry work his way up the ranks of the Auror division, and work he did. He was often there before Severus, who always made it a habit to arrive before his own peers in the Special Skill division, the elite group of Master-level specialists who helped fulfill the unique needs of the Department as well as the Ministry. This had put Severus in a position to see and work with Harry on several cases that had helped build Harry's career over the past few years.
Severus began to separate the vegetables he would be roasting with the chicken- onions, peppers, potatoes and tomatoes. The small potatoes were heavy in his hand and Severus wondered how they compared in size with Harry's balls. Severus let the potatoes slip from his fingers back to the table.
It wasn't the first time he had thought about Harry that way. Ever since he had visited Harry at St Mungo's after one of his more infamous cock-ups, Severus had thought about the hard body that had been barely hidden from his view by the thin gown. Even injured, Harry's body had moved with a unique rhythm; the muscles rippled as they stretched and bunched with each movement. Severus' mouth grew dry just from the memory.
Reaching for a knife, Severus noticed the wine. A glass would do. Severus summoned a glass and poured himself a glass of the cheaper wine. He only needed a small amount of the wine for the bird, and it was a rather large bottle. He had planned to use it as a second bottle of wine, if he and Harry had managed to finish the more expensive bottle, so he didn't see the hurt in drinking part of it now. The wine was heavy and robust; not his usual fare, but necessary for cooking, and so he sipped it slowly.
Severus had been dreaming and fantasising about Harry for quite some time, but after the off-centre, wet mashing of lips, Severus could only think about one thing. A real kiss. Not the amateurish fumbling of a couple of adolescents, but a full blown, all-encompassing, man-on-man kiss that would leave them both gasping for air.
Severus sighed, pulling out a small roasting pan and setting the lid aside. Having finished most of his wine, he topped off the glass and began washing the vegetables. The chopped vegetables would make a nice roasting bed for his chicken and a tasty addition to their meal.
Severus had put his mind to determining the best time to kiss Harry. If he left it to chance or circumstance- Severus shuddered at the thought of the back alley kiss- who knew what he would get, but with a little planning Severus knew their first real kiss would be breathtaking.
Even standing there in the kitchen, he could feel his cock was making its presence known. Severus tried to ignore it as he drained the last of his glass and reached for the bottle yet again. The roasting pan was full of chicken and vegetables, and with a tip of his hand, liberally coated in the rich wine. It wasn’t fancy, but it would be delicious. Severus covered the dish and placed it in the hot oven, and as he cleared the kitchen to start the treacle tart, Severus poured the last of the wine into his glass, filling it half full.
His plan had been slowly forming while he stirred in the eggs. He could almost picture the moment. As he cleared away the last of the pudding, he would invite Harry to join him in the sitting room next to the warm fire. He would take Harry in his arms… Severus’ cock jerked at just the thought of them being entwined in each others’ arms, naked.
Severus swallowed the last of his wine in one deep swallow. He had thought of asking Potter to dinner several times, but circumstances never gave him the opportunity, and now, given the opportunity, he wasn’t going to waste it. He would bide his time for the perfect moment.
Severus felt his wards tingle across his skin before he heard the knock on his door. Severus’ heart pounded in his chest as he looked at the clock, shocked at the time. Typical Gryffindor – early. Severus conceded to himself that Harry was only a few minutes early and it was he that had not noticed the time as he fantasised.
Severus made his way down the short hallway to the door. His feet shuffled on the loose carpet, and Severus stumbled before catching himself and giving the rug a final glare before taking a deep breath and turning the doorknob.
Harry stood in the doorway, a bottle of wine in his hand.
“Harry.”
“Severus.” Harry glanced down, noticing the wine bottle hanging from his hand. Looking up, he extended his arm. “I hope you like it. I wasn’t sure-”
Taking the bottle, Severus noticed they had both bought the same bottle of wine. He smiled at the warm feeling it gave him, knowing Harry had been so thoughtful. After setting it aside, Severus turned back to Harry, only to find him looking at him curiously.
He supposed it was the wine that had made his manners go right out the window. “May I take your coat?”
Severus reached towards Harry’s shoulders to assist him with the garment and Harry turned away, but only after another look at Severus over his shoulder. “Thanks.”
Severus was so close to Harry he could smell the woodsy cologne clinging to the man and his coat. The musky scent was heady and made Severus want to bury his face in the coat there and then to surround himself in it, but when Harry turned to face Severus all thoughts of the coat vanished. With barely more than the coat's thickness between them, Severus’ mind became consumed with one thought.
Tossing the coat over a small chair, Severus closed the gap between them. Toe to toe and chest to chest, Severus saw a smile grow on Harry’s face. The perfect moment had arrived. It didn’t matter that the entry was still cool from the blast of outdoor cold. It didn’t matter that the meal was only half cooked and that their bellies were empty. All that mattered was that he and Harry were together in the same place and of the same mind.
There was no question they both had the same idea as they moved together. It seemed so familiar as their arms circled each other. Severus pulled their bodies tight as Harry angled their heads so only a whisper of air separated their lips. Time seemed to stop as their breaths mingled, fanning their faces, and their eyes met. The unasked question hanging between them had only one answer.
Severus’ kiss was firm but not hurried as he relished the soft lips that pushed back against his own. He wanted to savour it, taking every bit of pleasure in each touch as it burned into his memory. Severus’ tongue captured the brave but tentative partner that came exploring past his lips, bringing its minty freshness with it.
The kiss was all he had imagined it would be. A perfect mouth giving back everything it received and asking the same in return. Neither of them battled for control, but instead shared the growing urgency between them. When at last the need for air grew critical, they had no choice but to separate, but not too far apart. Still wrapped in their intimate cocoon, their rasping breaths fighting for the space between them, they stared at one another.