Fic: Picnic Title: Picnic Author: Mara (inoru_no_hoshi) Words: 194 Rating: R Warnings: Slash, mild foodplay. Pairing: Severus/Harry Notes: Damn, now that I know I can write smut, that's all I'm churning out, it seems! (Maybe I should try my hand a trashy romance. Whatcha think?) For hp_prompts' prompt: A Picnic. Crossposted there, snarry_love, hpslash. Archiving: Nowhere, please. I'll put it anywhere I want it myself. Disclaimer: Just to cover my arse, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros., et al. No monetary gain is being made, nor is infringement intended. I write just for fun.
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The note hadn't said much, just seven words and Harry's loopy scrawl of a signature: Come have a picnic lunch with me.
Not having any plans to the contrary, and never one to turn down his petite spouse's requests without a good reason, he had aquiesced.
He made his way to a small, private garden in an equally small and private courtyard, and instantly found himself very grateful that it was very, very private.
Harry lay on a blanket underneath a willow tree, naked save for thigh-high stockings, delicate-looking high heels, and a necklace. He was idly playing with himself, but what made Severus's trousers far too tight was the way his luscious lips were wrapped around a fat strawberry.
Bit by bit, the strawberry disappeared into Harry's mouth, and he could only stare. Who knew eating a strawberry could be so erotic?
Finally, the stem was pulled away from juice-stained lips, and Harry met his eyes with a devious little smirk, tossing the stem aside.
"Come eat," he invited, spreading himself out wider.
Severus growled, and pounced.
They never did get around to eating the picnic lunch Dobby had packed for them.