A Thank You to the wonderful, hard-working Mods of Snupin Santa
This is just a little bit of fluff (PG-13 for language?) to say thank you to Snupin Santa and her elves for doing such a wonderful job with this year’s fest! Your dedication and hard work make Snupin Santa a delight to participate in and enjoy. Thank you so much for all your hard work. It brightened my holiday season, and I'm sure it did the same for many others.
ETA: Many thanks to Lore for her encouragement with this piece. :D
Remus lay spread eagled on the bed watching Severus intently as he smeared lube on his swollen cock and began to apply a generous amount to Remus’s entrance.
“Now that Snupin Santa is over for another year, is this all that’s left to our lives, Severus? Will we become nothing but brief sexual fantasies…quick PWP moments to while away the empty year until the next large batch of stories gets written about us?”
Severus, caught up in the moment and not at all pleased to have the mood smashed to bits, grasped Remus’s ankles tightly and glared down at him.
“Do you mind? I’m kneeling here with a glistening cock and a lubed up arse in front of me. I hardly think it’s the moment to have a philosophical discussion.”
Remus looked surprised. “I’m sorry. Don’t let my musings stop you. Please. Carry on.”
“Don’t be an arse.”
Remus raised an eyebrow. “I thought that was exactly what you wanted me to be.”
“What?”
“It doesn’t really matter whose arse is in front of you, does it? Without a good plot it’s all meaninglessly interchangeable. What’s your motivation, Severus?”
“My motivation?? Hello, glistening cock, lubed up arse. What other motivation do I need to follow through with this? You’re not making any sense, Lupin.” He dropped his voice to a mutter, “As is often the case…”
Remus leaned in over Severus’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “A plot. You need a plot. Otherwise the act is meaningless. We need context in our lives.” He paced off across the room.
Severus frowned and turned to watch him, tightening his grip on the ankles he was holding. “Don’t be ridiculous. Not that there’s anything wrong with being part of a good meaty story, but there’s something to be said for PWPs, too. They release sexual tension for one thing, and you know how tense I can get after a day dealing with dunderheads. Not to mention that I know you enjoy them just as much as I do, so what’s this really about?” An odd look crossed Severus’s face. “Wait! How can you be over there and down here at the same… time…”
Severus’s voice trailed off as he realized that the ankles he was holding couldn’t possibly belong to Remus. He looked down at the body in front of him to find Sybil Trelawney smiling up at him. She wiggled her fingers and winked.
Leaping from the bed with alacrity, Severus turned toward Remus. “Yes, of course it matters whose arse I have in front of me.” He glanced nervously over his shoulder and sighed in relief to find the bed empty. “Look, just because one fest is finished doesn’t mean that no one else is going to write stories about us, and good, well-plotted stories aren’t just written during fests, either. These inventive writers churn them out all year long. There are simply more of them at this time of year, that’s all. They haven’t tired of us yet, and I doubt they will anytime soon.” Crossing his fingers, he added softly, “At least, I hope not.”
Remus smiled. “Oh, I suppose you’re right. I just get a bit worried when another brilliant fest is finished, and this year’s Snupin Santa was undoubtedly brilliant! The Mods did a terrific job! But it’s all so much work! I get concerned that the people in charge won’t want to go to all that trouble again. And you can’t deny that you can be difficult.”
Severus crossed his arms and glowered. “I can be difficult? Who’s being troublesome now? Here I am, minding my own business, enjoying what was shaping up to be an afternoon of fantastic sex, when you have to start thinking… Haven’t I told you to stop doing that when we’re lost in the throes of passion? It only leads to trouble. Stick to being adorably sexy, you do that so well, moan in all the right places and everything will be just fine. Now come back to bed. This lube is getting unpleasantly cold.”
Remus chuckled and eyed Severus’s naked body appreciatively. “Now who’s being adorably sexy?”
Faint color suffused Severus’s cheeks and a warm light kindled in his eyes. “That’s more like it.” He advanced toward his lover, but just as he reached out to touch, Remus frowned and resumed his pacing.
“It’s just that I’m not sure your mesmerizing eyes, moody intricacies, caustic wit and amazing sexual prowess will be enough to keep them writing, drawing and organizing. What if they lose interest? What happens to us then? Will we be fated to spend the rest of our days consigned to the murky limbo of dead and unappreciated literary characters?” He shuddered at the thought. “We need to thank them somehow. Give them something that will keep them coming back to us.”
Severus lowered his twitching fingers and scowled, only partially pacified by being dubbed sexually amazing. “How about a nice fruit basket and our undying gratitude.”
Remus snorted. “Would you keep writing about us and organizing fests in our honour for a lousy fruit basket?”
“I might…” Severus lowered his voice and murmured, “… if it contained a large quantity of very ripe strawberries…and lots of whipped cream.”
Remus smiled knowingly. “Well…”
Severus moved closer and slipped his arms around Remus, drawing the werewolf back against his chest and slowly running his fingers down the length of his body, leaving a tingling trace everywhere he touched. As Remus moaned softly, Severus kissed his way up the side of Remus’s neck, sucked softly on his earlobe and then whispered in his ear. “Look, running a fest like Snupin Santa is a labor of love. No one would go to all that hard work if they didn’t enjoy being the catalyst for the creation of so many wonderful stories and so much fabulous art about us. What they really need is to know that we appreciate their efforts and to know that we’ll continue to be here to inspire them to new heights in the future. Okay?”
Remus sighed in pleasure and smiled. “You’re right,as usual. And we do appreciate them, very much. I’ll send owls to the Mods tomorrow with large boxes of Honeyduke’s chocolates.”
“The potion filled ones," added Severus. “They’ll like those.”
Remus’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yes. Who wouldn’t like those?”
“Now, let’s go give them some more inspiration.” He began to lead Remus back toward the waiting bed.
Remus smiled conspiratorially as he allowed himself to be led. “You know, I thought of something interesting to try with that strawberry flavored lube you like so much.” He lowered his voice to a whisper.
Severus stopped and stared at him. “You want to put it where?”
“Trust me Severus, you’ll enjoy it.” Remus nudged Severus back into motion.
“And you were the one who was complaining about PWPs,” Severus smirked.
Remus laughed. “Well, maybe they have their uses.”