Kisses
Title: Kisses Chapter 3 Author: MrsCake_akaJane Rating: PG Pairing: Lupin/Snape Warnings: None for this chapter Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the characters, just the situations in which I'm placing them. Summary: In this chapter, we find out more about Snape's plans, and what happened the morning after.
Chapters one and two can be found in my journal, don't forget to review
Chapter three.
When Severus woke, it was to find himself in his own bed. He sat up looked down, and checked under the covers; thankfully, he was still in his trousers even if the rest of his clothing was missing. Severus lay back, trying to remember exactly what had happened. After several minutes he’d failed miserably to recall how he’d gotten to bed. Cursing violently he sat up and made his way to the bathroom. Severus let the hot water wash over him taking away the last vestiges’ of sleep. He washed his hair and used some of the new product he’d just perfected on it. “Not that anyone will notice.” He thought bitterly. “Severus? Severus? Are you there?” Severus shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. He stalked into the sitting room to see who the hell was bothering him this early on a Saturday morning. The last thing he expected was Lupin’s head poking out of the fire. “What do you want Lupin?” He asked recovering himself enough to sound sufficiently scathing. Lupin turned his head towards Snape’s voice and saw the irrepressible potions master still dripping wet from his shower, a towel around his waist and his arms folded across a chest more muscled than Lupin ever, in his wildest dreams would have expected. Not that he was about to admit to Snape he had wild dreams about him. Even if he did, frequently. Lupin smiled and tried not to watch the thin rivulet of water running across Snape’s jaw to his lip. “I, um... How did you sleep?” “Well enough.” Then realisation dawned. “Did you put me to bed?” Lupin had the grace to look sheepish. “Sort of. You fell asleep in my quarters, and I didn’t think you’d appreciate waking up in my bed.” Neither one made eye contact, both silently thinking. “But I would have.” Severus suddenly became very aware that he was standing talking to Lupin in a near-naked state. “I’m going to get dressed.” Without waiting for a reply, he spun around and walked purposefully towards his bedroom. It would have had a much better effect if he had his customary robes on to billow behind him.
When Severus returned he didn’t expect to find Lupin still there, but he was sitting at the table, which was now laden with tea, toast and half a dozen different preserves. Severus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “What do you want wolf?” Lupin looked up. “I thought you might want breakfast, and an explanation.” Lupin gestured to the other chair. Grudgingly Severus sat down and took some toast and the cup of tea Lupin had poured for him. “The explanation then.” “Well, it’s quite simple really. I guess I took too long making my move and you got bored. I looked up and you’d dropped off. I summoned the house elves to put you to bed.” As much as Lupin would have loved to see the potions master’s bedroom, he’d rather be invited. “Maybe next Friday we could play a faster paced game. Do you know any muggle card games?” Severus ignored the little jump his heart had made when Lupin had mentioned next Friday. He was shocked Lupin wanted to make it a regular occurrence even though he’d fallen asleep. “I know a few, My uncle used to teach me.” “On your mother’s side?” “No, my fathers. Thankfully they were nothing alike.” Severus stopped realising just how much information he’d given away. “I’m losing my touch.” He thought. Thankfully Lupin didn’t follow it up. “Can you play Rummy?” “Yes.” “Great! We can play next Friday. Well I’ll let you get on with your Saturday. Have a good weekend Severus.” “I shall.” Lupin smiled and walked to the fire. He turned back to face Snape. “By the way, I like what you did to your hair.” Then he stepped into the fire. Severus allowed himself a small smile, before sitting to eat some of the toast. He put on his outer robes and walked to the edge of the grounds to apparate to St Mungos. He didn’t think anyone noticed, but he was wrong. A sandy-haired figure watched from a window in one of the towers. It was dark when Severus returned to the school. He felt exhausted, but strangely satisfied. He fell into bed that night not even bothering to undress. Sunday morning, Snape woke unusually late. There was a part of him that wanted to stay in bed, but there was another part, the stronger one, that told him that there was homework to mark. Even after having to mark some drivel the students had handed in, instead of the assignment he’d set, he was still in a relatively good mood when he fell asleep that night. He’d marked one off his list. Next he’d work on Weasley.