Secret Snarry: FIC: Passing The Time (or: How Severus Snape Is Devious) Title: Passing The Time (or: How Severus Snape Is Devious) Author:deirdre_aithne Gift Recipient:sweetsorcery Rating: NC-17 (to be safe) Word count: 616 Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *None* Summary/Prompt: Severus and Harry have found themselves snowed into the castle. A/N: Lots of love to L. for being a lovely beta; all remaining mistakes are my own. Happy holidays and happy reading, all! <3
Passing The Time (or: How Severus Snape Is Devious)
"Can't we do something about this?"
"What exactly do you propose we do, Potter? Magic does not provide a solution to everything."
Harry frowned. At the window, at the snow piling up outside it, and at Severus's reflection in the glass when he looked from just the right angle. He folded his arms over his chest and let out a huff, and was certain he'd earned himself an eye-roll from Severus, although he didn't bother to check.
"I just thought maybe we could blaze a trail through it to the gate, is all. Fire melts snow, doesn't it?"
"You aren't seriously suggesting that we wander out into the middle of a blizzard, casting fire spells left and right, are you?"
Harry's cheeks flushed at Severus's tone, and he spun around on his heel to face him. "Well what do you suggest, then?"
"I suggest that we make use of this rare opportunity for privacy, and you come back to bed."
Despite the frown still turning down the corners of his mouth, Harry approached the bed when Severus crooked one long finger at him, and climbed beneath the warm covers again. He twisted away at the first touch of Severus's hand on his bare arm and continued to stubbornly scowl up at the flicker of light on the ceiling, cast by the burning fireplace.
"Harry..." A shiver rippled through him as Severus pressed against his side, and this time, Harry did not pull away when a hand settled on his shoulder. "You will have an opportunity to celebrate with the Weasleys after the storm lets up. Until then..."
Severus trailed off as he leaned in and brushed his lips against Harry's neck, drawing a soft hum from him. The angry tension eased out of Harry as Severus's hand traced its way down over his side, fingers skirting along the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, but never dipping beneath the fabric. Letting his eyes drift closed beneath Severus's light touch, Harry leaned back against his chest.
"Maybe... 's not so bad," Harry murmured as Severus's mouth moved down and he nipped at the sensitive spot where Harry's neck met his shoulder. He arched back into the touch, tipping his head to the side to allow Severus better access. When Severus pressed closer to him, Harry slipped one arm behind himself, sliding it between their bodies to trace the trail of hair that wound its way down from Severus's navel. "We deserve some-" Harry's breath hitched as Severus's hand finally dipped beneath the waistband of his pyjamas to close around the base of his erection. "Some... alone time..."
"Yes, we do," Severus agreed, lazily moving his hand along Harry's length. Harry's hips rocked up into his hand with a soft groan. "But I believe you are far too coherent right now."
Pushing Harry onto his back, Severus pulled the blankets away and watched Harry's legs splay open for him. He settled himself between them, running his hands up over Harry's thighs for a moment until Harry pressed his hips up with a pleading sound. Severus met his gaze as he gripped his pyjamas and jerked them down over his hips, freeing his erection.
Harry's back arched up off the bed when Severus's mouth brushed against his heated flesh, and he let out a strangled sound of pleasure as Severus swallowed him to the root. Fisting one hand in the sheets beneath him, Harry tangled the other in his lover's hair, urging him on as he writhed beneath Severus's skilled ministrations.
Between his legs, Severus smirked to himself around Harry's cock, settling his hands on his thighs to push them wider apart.
'Thank Merlin for enchanted windows and blocked Floos.'