Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2012-02-15 18:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp fic remus/severus |
HP fic: Falling in Love? [Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Falling in Love?
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Rating: adult (barely)
Length: 1000 words
Warnings: sexual references, nakedness, some angst
Summary: Neither Remus nor Severus is quite willing to recognise what is happening between them.
Note: Written for the Love/Not Love prompt at lupin_snape.
Beneath Remus's hands, Severus's skin was warm and slick with sweat as they moved together.
Their affair -- if that was the right word -- had been going on for three months. Remus had taken a break from his job washing up at the Leaky Cauldron, and had stepped outside for a cigarette, when Severus came up to him to ask after Lily.
His tone had been almost truculent, and Remus had retorted, "Ask her yourself."
"I can't." Severus's shoulders were slumped, and had Remus not known better, he might have thought Severus was ashamed. Despite himself Remus felt sympathetic.
"Lily's fine," he said, and took another drag on his cigarette. He offered the packet to Severus, who hesitated but accepted one, touching Remus's hand as he offered a light.
That touch had been the beginning, really. Remus's shift would be over at eight, and he asked if Severus would like to have a drink afterward. One thing had led to another and they had ended up in Remus's flat, in the narrow bed that they occupied now.
Bit by bit the unexpected desire that they had discovered for each other had led to sharing more of themselves. Severus had already known Remus's greatest secret, but Remus had told Severus something of how he had been bitten, and what it was like to be a werewolf and experience all of the prejudices that went along with his condition.
Severus in turn had revealed a little about his childhood, how he had always known he had magical ability but had been raised in a Muggle world, the only exception being his mother... and, later, Lily.
Remus knew Severus omitted much. Severus would disappear from time to time -- for an evening, a day, several days -- refusing to say where he had been, or what he had been doing, or with whom. Remus strongly suspected that Severus was a follower of the wizard styling himself Lord Voldemort, but when they were together, that didn't seem to matter. He could not believe that the Severus he was coming to know would participate in the atrocities that were rumoured, not when his own father was a Muggle. Severus never tried to intrude on Remus's secrets, and in return Remus respected Severus's.
He tightened his arms around Severus now, kissing his closed eyelids, tasting the metallic salt of their mingled sweat.
Was this love that he felt, this almost despairing longing to keep Severus from the harm he dreaded might come, to shut out the rest of the world and leave only the two of them, entwined in this tiny close room?
Remus didn't know. He only knew that if he were to say that word aloud, Severus would flee as if a Dementor were chasing him.
So he said nothing, as always, instead doing his best to demonstrate his feelings physically, using hands and lips and tongue and cock to bring them close, closer, until at the moment of orgasm he could pretend that they were one.