Title: Kisses Chapter 5 Author: MrsCake_akaJane Rating: PG Pairing: Lupin/Snape Warnings: Drunkenness and innuendos Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the characters, just the situations in which I'm placing them. Summary: a little bit of drunken fun
Chapter Five
Something was different. Snape still shouted. He still took points and gave detentions. But he was met with smiling faces. Some students even ventured to say hello to him in the hallways. What was worse, Snape found he didn’t mind.
Severus still worked long into the night, reading every obscure book he could find. On Thursday evening, he finally found what he had been looking for.
Friday, Snape sent his owl out on an errand before making his way to Lupin’s rooms. This time instead of a chess board, a card table was set up.
“Would you like a drink, Severus?” Asked Lupin politely.
“Yes. Please. Whatever you’re having.” Severus picked up a pack of cards and started shuffling them. Lupin sat down, placing a pitcher of a sweet looking drink in front of them. Severus raised an eyebrow, silently asking the question.
“It’s a cocktail, I can only make a few different ones. But I’m very good at this one.” He paused as Severus took a sip. “It’s called a Screaming Orgasm.”
Severus choked. “I beg your pardon? It’s called what?”
“It’s called a Screaming Orgasm. I’m quite good at making them, you know.”
Severus said nothing, but dealt the cards. “He’s flirting with me. That’s not possible. He can’t be. It must be my imagination.” Thought Severus
“So what are we playing for?” Severus asked, trying to change the subject.
“I mentioned Rummy. I thought we could play for time.”
“What are you talking about, Wolf?”
Ignoring the Wolf comment, Lupin responded. “Well Rummy is an easy game, I think I have the rules somewhere.”
“I’m quite capable of following simple game rules. I was simply inquiring how you propose to play for time.”
“Oh, that. After, shall we say, 13 games, each point the loser has lost by becomes one minute. If I lost, I have to spend however many minutes doing what you want, and vice versa.
“Why 13 games?”
Lupin shrugged. “Number of cards in a suite.”
After the fifth game, Lupin rose to make some more drinks. This pitcher looked different.
“Dare I ask what this one is called?”
“This one is called, a Long Hard Screw Against a Wall.”
Severus shook his head. “Ye gods, how do you order one of those in a pub?”
Lupin shrugged and picked up his cards. “Ask a cute bar-tender I guess. Then whichever he gives you, you can’t complain.” Severus lost the next two hands. He!! Lupin had said ‘he.’
Overall, it was a very close game, each only losing a few points at a time. But the more they drank the more silly mistakes they made. When Lupin brought back the third pitcher, he didn’t wait to be asked what it was. “It’s called Sex on the Beach.”
“Sounds nice.” Commented Severus, completely oblivious to the double meaning his words carried. Snape looked up at a now giggling Lupin. “What?” Asked Snape.
A loud tap on the window saved Remus from answering. Lupin opened the window, and a barn owl flew in and settled on Severus’s shoulder. It held out a leg. Severus removed the parchment and placed it on the table. The owl nipped Snape’s ear. Lupin watched in fascination as the man smiled and fished some treats out of the pocket of his waistcoat.
“Alright, Lobo, thank you. Now off you go.” The owl nipped Snape’s ear again good-naturedly and flew out of the still open window.
“Your owl is called Lobo?”
“Yes. It’s Spanish.” Severus picked up his cards.
“Don’t you want to read your letter?”
“It can wait. There are only a few hands left.” They continued playing.
Lupin dealt the last hand. “Have you thought about what you’ll use the time for if you win?” He asked innocently.
“Not especially.” Lied Severus. He’d thought of nothing else.
Lupin grinned, and laid down his cards. “I’m out. If you have more than 11 in your hand, I’ve won.”
“Damn!, I have 13.”
Lupin’s grin was feral now. “That means you’re mine for...” Lupin checked the parchment they had been using to keep score. “...For 186 minutes.” Lupin made to stand up, but fell back into his chair. “It will have to wait for another night. Do you want another drink?”
“No thank you. If I have any more Sex on the Beach, I won’t be able to walk.” Lupin started to laugh.
“Lupin, that’s the second time you’ve laughed at something I’ve said.”
“Severus, think about what you said.” Lupin grinned as he watched Snape’s face change from its normal pallor to a deep crimson.
Trying to ignore the images now forming in his mind, Severus picked up the letter from the table and read the few lines there. “I should go. Apparently I have an appointment tomorrow, and I should like to have sobered up by then.” They both stood and walked unsteadily to the fire.
Before he stepped into the fire, Severus turned to Lupin, feeling he should say something. “What did you have in mind with your time?” To his surprise, Lupin closed the distance between them and placed a soft kiss on the potion master’s lips.
“I’ll think of something, Severus. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Lupin.”
That night, Severus fell asleep with a smile on his lips.