elmyraemilie (elmyraemilie) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2014-07-08 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | summer challenge14 |
Summer Challenge 14: A Smile Of Light (NC-17, PWP)
Title: A Smile of Light
Author: elmyraemilie
Other pairings/threesome: None
Rating: Mature
Word count: ~560
Theme chosen: Summer quote: "Oh the summer night has a smile of light, and she sits on a sapphire throne." --Barry Cornwall (?)
Warning(s): Purple prose
Summary: Though unmentioned, insect-repellent charms are operative during the entirety of this story.
A/N: Unbetaed.
They walked hand-in-hand to the top of the round hill behind their house. The slivered moon cast neither light nor spell as they climbed. It was yet a frail and timid thing, not sure of its own power, flying low on the horizon.
At the summit, Severus paused to turn in a full circle, wand extended, a quiet incantation on his lips. There was a pattering sound: stones lifted from the grass and removed themselves beyond the border he demarked. Harry smiled at him and produced a square of cloth from his pocket. With the flick of his wrist, it spread large enough for two grown men to loll upon.
Severus brought out the wine, and Harry conjured glasses. They settled themselves on the grass-cushioned ground and lay back.
"Exquisite," Harry breathed. Severus could not but agree. The spangled glow of the Milky Way, washed from horizon to horizon by a divine brush, washed Harry's brown skin also with its fairy opalescence. Severus traced a finger along the lips he loved to taste and let his touch trickle downward, down along corded neck and Adam's apple to the little divot between the collar bones.
With a hum of delight, Harry rolled toward him. His wandless spell left them both bare beneath Cassiopeia's starry gaze. Cupping Severus' head in his hands, he drew him in for a long kiss, and then another. Severus repaid him in kind, each touch of tongue and lips a step higher, and again higher.
They went leisurely about their pleasure; no need to hurry, and no desire to. The hot rush of youth was behind them both, and their explorations were to revisit, not to discover. Severus knew that a trace of fingernails just there would make Harry shiver; Harry had long ago mapped the place behind Severus' ear that a nibble would ignite. They moved together, wrapped in night, dripping starfire, until they could wait no longer.
Severus lifted himself above Harry; he smiled and buried both hands in that still-improbable hair to take one more kiss. Harry settled himself into the cradle of the earth and spoke the spell that eased their way.
Their union was familiar as tea and new as each breath. Severus stilled at the apex of the long, slow stroke that carried him into his beloved; below him, Harry arched his neck and smiled. That smile turned to a gasp, and then another one, and then more as they rocked, extending and accepting, receiving and giving.
When Harry worked his hand between them, his shudder of rising completion echoed from his own body to Severus' and back. Taking passion from passion, Severus sped his stroke, head down, heart thundering, until they chased each other to the top and over. He cried out; Harry smoothed a hand along his chest. A few more waves of motion, and then one more kiss to seal the moment.
They caught their breath, resting in each other's arms and looking up at the sapphire sky. They sipped their wine, they talked in whispers, they laughed low and sweet as water over memories shared and plans to come. Above them, the stars spun on, splashing free of the Milky Way, and the sliver moon hid her face below the hills, to see her magic so eclipsed on Earth.