nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2011-01-10 07:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: r, holidays: snape's birthday |
Title: Oak Leaves and
Rating: R
Pairing: Lupin/Snape
Challenge: Severus' B-day
Word Count: 1,264
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made. No harm, no foul.
Warnings: Unbeta'd. Fluffy.
A/N: Happy b-day Sev… sorry it's late! I blame Comcast!
Severus watched the tiny snowflakes melt from his cloak. Lupin had hung it on a peg near the door of the cottage. It was a bright place; light streamed in the windows and reflected off the newly fallen snow. He had no idea why Lupin had invited him here, and even less of a clue why he had accepted. Denial did not enter into it he told himself firmly. The war had been over for more than half a year.
Lupin nattered on as Severus took in the room. The walls were painted a colour slightly lighter than dried oak leaves and the trim was a creamy white in contrast. Blue and green appeared to be the accent colours, but orange candles and a large painting of a pink and orange sunrise hung over the mantle. He could hear his name being repeated.
"Severus, are you all right?" Remus asked.
"Yes, of course." He shook his head to remove the wool he had gathered.
"Would you care for some tea?"
"I believe that was the purpose of your invitation." He was back on track unfortunately, it only lasted a moment. His mind went straight back to wondering why he was here. The two of them had nothing whatsoever to say to one another. Did they? No. Most definitely not.
Remus grinned. "I'll give you the three knut tour while we wait for the kettle." He opened his arms broadly. "This is the sitting room."
It was nice Severus thought grudgingly. It was warm and inviting and comfortable feeling.
Remus nodded to the space around the corner. "The dining room such that it is." There was a small round table painted the same creamy white as the trim with four chairs and a bowl of oranges in the middle.
To Severus' mind it looked as if it would be an excellent place to read the morning paper and have a cup of tea. He hoped Lupin did not take too long with the tea; he needed a hit of caffeine badly as his brain had obviously gone to mush.
"Kitchen next." Remus ushered them into the next room. "Let me put on the water and I'll show you’re the rest."
Severus was drawn to the small conservatory off the back. Outside, there was a large meadow, perhaps part garden, then the valley slopped away and off to one side
"Oh, you found the garden." Remus beamed with pride. "I have a small kitchen garden here. Just herbs and such. And the main vegetable garden is there." He pointed to a large rectangular plot whose outline was still visible in the snow. "There are medicinal plants over in that semi-circle. Just past that bench I plan to try corn next spring."
It was quiet here, with room to grow things. Severus' fingers fairly itched to touch the soil despite the fact that it was at present frozen. He thought about his own tiny garden, even with the help of magic it was too dark for many plants to thrive.
Remus was busy filling a tray: brown sugar shortbread, chocolate krinkles and tiny cheese puffs. "Let me show you the rest." Remus led them out through another doorway. "My study."
"What is it that you do?" Severus found himself asking.
"Translate magical texts from English to French or vise versa."
"There are spells for that." Severus scoffed.
"Yes, there are but have you ever read some of the translations? You might get the gist of something, but do you really want jus the gist of a spell or do you want to know for certain?"
Lupin had a point. "Ah."
"Here's the bath."
Severus had to work to keep from gaping. The room was huge and in no way could be fit inside the footprint of the cottage. There was an enormous shower room with a pair of benches and double shower heads, a tub the size of his own kitchen, a pair of sinks and mirrors, and another door that that probably led to the water closet.
"I know its decadent, but I love a good bath or shower and since we are magical. Why not?" Remus grinned and turned. "Last stop."
It was his bedroom. One wall was filled almost completely with the bed and it was flanked by windows and two small tables. There was, also, a small fireplace, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. The colours were the same as the sitting room; in this case, the bed was piled with orange pillows.
Severus was stabbed with jealousy or perhaps it was envy. Why couldn't it just be both he fumed. He thought about his own small house no smaller than this, but so much less inviting, less livable. There was no way to stop his sharp tongue. "So this is where all the action happens?"
Remus looked wistful and then wary. "One day if am very lucky, yes." He said quietly and his eyes searched Severus' face.
Severus swallowed hard. Why was Lupin looking at him that way? They had nothing to say to each other he was quite certain. He could see the werewolf tense as an animal about to pounce, and then he did.
Remus pulled Severus to him and kissed him hard, and when that kiss ended he did it again.
Severus blinked as Remus relaxed his arms. "The kettle, Lupin." The whistle pierced the air.
Remus waved his wand. "Kettle's off so is the Aga." He kissed Severus again and again.
It was hours, or just minutes before Severus found himself naked in a sea of orange pillows. He tossed several off the bed and shoved one under his arse. Remus provided the lubrication charm, thick heavy prick and the long slow ride. Severus came in the warm hand wrapped around him and felt the wolf fall over the edge as well.
Severus found himself in an unfamiliar position, wrapped in the arms of someone, but not just anyone it was Lupin; who had flirted with him, fought with him and been surprising polite with him for years. What did this all mean? He was not going to let romantic nonsense fill his head. "
Remus pushed himself up on one elbow to look into Severus' face. "No, orange for foreplay. I had asked you for tea to begin courting you. He looked contrite. I hadn't expected this." He waved his arm over them. "I'd wished for it, longed for it, but I didn't expect it."
"Court me? Why now?" Severus asked.
"I had wanted to have something to be able to offer you. I have a steady position and now this house. The cottage took a lot of work. It was gran's and well it wasn't in terribly good condition and the wallpaper was ghastly."
"You did this for me?"
"For me too. For us if there can be an us. I had hoped you would like it here." He pursed his lips. "I think you liked the garden."
The daft werewolf was courting him. "And the bedroom." Slipped off Severus' tongue.
"Perhaps, I could convince you to like the bath as well." Remus slid from the bed and held out a hand.
Severus had a feeling this particular wizard could convince him of quite a few things. Wool gathered in his brain as he watched Remus' arse flex in front of him and the blood flowed to fill his prick. He needed time to think, but not now. Now was just for this.