Bring me the nastiest colours known to humanity (blpaintchart) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2008-02-18 18:53:00 |
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“Ah, Severus!”
“Lupin.”
“You’ve brought the...”
“Indeed. You should drink it directly.”
“Thank you. Urgh!”
“I’ve made an entire cauldronful.”
“Thank you. I don’t suppose there’s anything than can be done to improve the taste?”
“I’m a Potions Master, Lupin. Not a chocolatier.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”
“Of course you didn’t. I expect inoffensive is your middle name.”
“No it’s John, actually.”
“Very droll. Good day.”
“Wait!”
“You presume to give me an order?”
“I didn’t mean for it to sound so abrupt.”
“There appear to be rather a lot of things you didn’t mean to do today, Lupin.”
“Severus, please don’t leave.”
“Why on earth would I want to stay?”
“I want to thank you.”
“You already have. Twice.”
“I’m really grateful that you’re going to so much trouble for me.”
“The trouble is of little consequence for a skilled brewer such as myself.”
“Of course. But I am extremely grateful.”
“So you’ve said.”
“I wish there was some way I could show my appreciation.”
“There is.”
“Really? How?”
“You could stop this inane chattering and allow me to leave.”
“Ah, Severus, you say that, but I don’t think you mean it.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You forget that I’m...”
“You’re an animal.”
“Now now, Severus, I don’t care for that term.”
“Very well, a filthy half-breed, then.”
“And you find me disgusting, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I repulse and sicken you, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
“And I arouse you.”
“No!”
“Oh, I think I do.”
“Certainly not!”
“Do you know what it’s like to have animal senses?”
“Of course I don’t, you imbecile!”
“Oh, it’s very interesting. I can smell all manner of emotions. Did you know that?”
“What rot!”
“No, it’s true, I assure you. Right now, you smell of... anger... impatience... and arousal.”
“I think you’re being ridiculous.”
“And I think we both know that I’m not.”
“I have no interest in...”
“You can protest all you like, Severus, but you can’t get one over on my nose.”
“That is an image I’d rather not be exposed to.”
“It tells me that you’re feeling lust, and curiosity, and... a touch of fear.”
“Nonsense.”
“So you claim that you don’t feel anything towards me?”
“Nothing.”
“Not even a little... squirminess?”
“Er... no.”
“Ha! I can smell a lie!”
“Lupin, kindly stop this nonsense. You cannot smell a lie. Lies are not fragrant.”
“Alright then, I admit, I didn’t actually smell it. But you are lying.”
“And what makes you say that, wolf?”
“I know you really do find me sexually alluring.”
“Oh, please! Deluded or infuriating, perhaps.”
“You’re wondering right now what it would be like to fuck me.”
“Lupin, you...”
“You are consumed with passion!”
“I...”
“I can smell the lust from here...”
“What the...?”
“...it’s rising from you in waves!”
“Enough!”
“Admit that you desire me.”
“No.”
“Admit that you’ve always desired me.”
“Er... well... I... Damn you, Lupin!”
“Admit that you need me.”
“Certainly not!”
“Admit that you want to start fucking. Right here, right now.”
“No, I don’t.”
“My sense of smell tells me otherwise.”
“In that case, your sense of smell obviously needs to be checked by a vet.”
“I don’t want to argue with you, Severus.”
“Then don’t!”
“But you see, there’s nothing wrong with my eyesight.”
“What on earth...?”
“Oh, yes! Yes you want me, don’t you?”
“I don’t...”
“You can stop playing hard to get right now! Either you’re gagging for a shagging, or you’ve taken to smuggling a cucumber in your trousers.”
“Ah.”
“Why were you trying to deny your feelings? I don’t understand.”
“I’m hardly a ‘feelings’ sort of person, wolf.”
“That’s true, but that’s no reason not to accept a good fuck in the spirit in which it was intended.”
“Lupin, it’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
“I...”
“Oh! Oh, Severus! You’re a...”
“Lupin.”
“I smelled fear, but it didn’t occur to me...”
“Lupin.”
“Oh dear! I just assumed that, you know, at our age...”
“Lupin.”
“... of course you’d want your first time to be special...”
“Lupin!”
“... and not waste it on a half-breed like me...”
“LUPIN! In the name of Helga’s hymen, muzzle that snout of yours!”
“Sorry Severus.”
“You are under the impression that I am a virgin.”
“Well, yes, you...”
“You are wrong.”
“Oh.”
“I am no such thing.”
“Ah. But I can smell all manner of emotions.”
“So you say.”
“It’s true! I smelled your anger and impatience. I was right about them, wasn’t I?”
“Lupin, it doesn’t take a sensitive nose to detect anger and impatience from me. I expect even a corpse would be up to the task.”
“True enough. But I smelled your arousal too!”
“Well, I...”
“You know, that very solid arousal you were trying to keep hidden from me?”
“I suppose so.”
“So you see, my superior sense of smell...”
“Is actually not so superior.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you claimed you could smell fear.”
“Ah.”
“And, as we have already established, I have no reason to approach intercourse with trepidation.”
“Ah. Well, perhaps it was a reaction to the lupine side of my nature?”
“On the contrary.”
“Pardon?”
“The wolf is one of the things that intrigues me about you, Remus John Inoffensive Lupin.”
“Oh! I... er... I didn’t expect that.”
“No, I don’t suppose you did.”
“Well. Um... I...”
“So! Shall we?”
“Shall we what?”
“Shall we get down to it, wolf?”
“Oh.”
“Yes. So, where would you prefer? The floor?”
“Oh, I...”
“Up against the wall?”
“Er, Severus...”
“Your desk looks rather tempting, does it not?”
“Stop!”
“Did I hear you correctly?”
“Yes. Oh dear.”
“You wish me to stop doing this?”
“Oh dear. Severus, I... er...”
“Yes?”
“You remember how I said I could smell fear?”
“I do.”
“Well, I wasn’t exaggerating.”
“Indeed?”
“No. I think I’ve just realised where it was coming from.”
“Have you now?”
“Yes. It’s me.”
“And why would such a brave and indeed rampant wolf suddenly be afraid?”
“Because... oh dear!”
“Speak up.”
“When I thought that you were... you know...”
“A virgin?”
“Yes. Well, I was relieved because it meant that you might not notice.”
“Notice what?”
“Er... that I was...”
“Yes?”
“A virgin too.”
“Well you do surprise me, Lupin!”
“Sorry.”
“Oh there’s no need to apologise, I assure you.”
“I expect you’ll want to be getting on, then.”
“Yes, yes I shall.”
“Oh. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye? What the bloody hell do you mean by ‘goodbye’? I want to be getting on with what we’ve started!”
“Really?”
“Indeed.”
“But I don’t actually know...”
“Then you are fortunate that I happen to be a most thorough and effective teacher. Now, if you’d care to move to the desk...”
“Are you sure?”
“Certainly. Prepare for your first lesson, wolf.”
“Oh!”
“Which is as follows; learn to rely less on your sense of smell...”
“Oh, Severus!”
“... and more on your sense of touch.”
“Ahhh!”
“Which, as you will soon begin to appreciate, is far more rewarding.”