Severus' lips pursed in disdain. "Your wards couldn't keep out a five-year old. I fixed them for you."
"Aw, no, Sev—you know, it's horribly embarrassing when you can't get into your own bloody office—"
Then he rocked forward on his knees, touching his mouth to Severus' acquiescent skin.
OMG! I am...speechless.
After fastening the window shut, he went to run a bath, for the skin beneath his clothes was prickling with remnants of loose soil and belladonna.
Harry gasped and laughed as Severus arched himself out and dug his knees into Harry's sides, to hold him still.
OMG! H...O...T image, that!
his hand steady with pleasure and righteous gratification.
Snort. Yeah, I'm sure.
The results were entertaining whether it was successfully brewed or not—but supervising the inordinately difficult process was a truly grim task.
I sympathise. The supervising is ALWAYS a grim task.
"Fortunately, its lack of moral center didn't affect the potion at all."
Back to OMG! OMG!
It might not have been.
Like bloody hell!
simply draped about the shopkeeper whose jaw was stubbled. Affectionate.
Just plain "Hell!" this time.
"Don't look so shocked," Harry grinned in return. "I saw the stuff you put out—I could guess what you were up to. I was going to turn down the heat on the cauldron because I thought it might burn—but I didn't!" he finished hastily as Severus' hairline peaked.
Harry thereby avoids a Snapian version of hell.
I have all I need, he'd told the shopkeeper, bowing away from the gentle tug at his cuff. Thank you—you have my custom, always.
Okay. So it's over. But why did it ever begin?
with such common pleasures and conveniences that had been absent from most of Severus' life.
Ah. Yes. I see.
Yes, well, I find that I am sort of siding with Severus. Besides, what Harry doesn't know won't hurt him and I'm certain that the lover will know what Severus would do to him should Harry ever find out.
I like this story. A lot. Adding it to the bedtime binder.