RP: Al and Severus Who: Al Potter, Severus Snape Where: Their rooms When: Sunday, 3rd October 2025 Summary: Snape tells Al about a recent chat with his sister
Ahhh, lazy Sundays... Severus grinned to himself as he lay in bed, raising his arms above his head and pointing his toes, stretching his body into a blissful bow then collapsing back into relaxation with a rustle of sheets.
They'd woken up late morning, both needing to catch up on their respective sleep debts. Once they were both more or less awake, they'd indulged in sleepy twining of limbs, drowsing kisses, drifting imperceptibly into slow and lazy loving. Afterwards, they'd drifted off again, in a sprawled and sated tangle.
When he awakened again, it was midafternoon, judging by the light (he couldn't be arsed to cast Tempus). Indeed, he could barely be bothered to reach out with his magic toward the coffeepot the house elves kept waiting under warming charms.
He wriggled up to half-sit with a rustle of rumpled sheets as the leviosa-ed coffeepot filled his mug, which floated over until it settled into his grasp.
Fragrant steam caressed his senses as he sipped, gaze drifting inevitably back to rest on the enticing sight of Al, relaxation in every line of his body, his face soft with sleep and satiation.
Severus sipped, and gazed his fill, and sighed. Amazing, the depth of happiness he could feel, from such simple things.