Title: The Werewolf Bard – Part 17 Author: nimrod_9 Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): kissing/drug use (mary jane)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 656
Warning: Unbeta'd
Poppy had suggested Remus take a stroll after dinner. There was a small balcony just down from the bathroom he'd showered in earlier. Remus thought she was just had to play healer with him. It was probably a good idea. It was quite small, probably about four feet by seven feet. The night air was cool, but the scent of the flowers lingered. He could smell the wild anemone; he was a werewolf after all. The wild garlic was quite powerful, and the milky smell of the cowslips remained as well. Remus had often wondered what magic was used to make them plentiful this early so far north.
Oddly enough, Remus felt as if he brought some of the spring air with him when he returned to Severus' room. "Did I miss anything? No? Still not talking, eh? Fine, I'll continue." He settled into his chair. It was going to have a divot from his arse if Severus remained unconscious much longer. "I was just outside on one of the balconies. Do you remember a certain balcony where we met once the year I was teaching here? The Slytherins used to use it to smoke cigarettes on during the '70's. We all knew, of course, but some things were sacred."
"Albus had been looking for you that day. He was worried; you hadn't been to a meal since Friday lunch. Gratefully, he didn’t have the ghosts out looking for you; I know how you hate being mothered. I offered to have a look around; I didn't consider me looking for you mothering which, naturally, it was. My search lasted more than three hours, before I remembered that balcony. I found you there sitting on the stones, leaning against the wall, taking a drag on a joint. Perfect behavior for a professor. 'Albus is worried about you.' I said. You snorted. 'It is my weekend off. He knows that.' You said."
"'So why are you up here doing this in a castle full of adolescents?' I asked. You giggled. Actually giggled. I laughed at the sound. You responded. 'That is exactly the reason I am doing it.' Wouldn't Firewhiskey do as well?' I asked. 'Lupin, this is nostalgia. I'm reliving my troubled youth.' 'Your troubled youth included marijuana?' I asked. You straightened up all professorish 'Didn't everyone's youth in the '70's include marijuana?' You replied. You did have a point. 'So you'd come up here alone?' I asked. 'Lupin, Lupin, of course not, there was one other half-blood in Sytherin we'd come up here together.' You tipped over sideways at that point."
'I relieved you of your joint, pushed you upright and sat down next to you. 'Lupin, did I ever tell you that you had lovely hair?' Oh, Merlin. 'Well did I?' 'I think we should get you back to your chambers.' I replied. 'No, no!' Was your reply. You nestled your shoulder against mine. 'I believe I require a kiss.' You said. I laughed because I hadn't expected that. I kissed you. You weren't talking tiny peck on the lips. You wanted a full, deep tongue-down-your-throat kiss."
"You didn’t release me and continued kissing. Merlin, you were magnificent. Carefree, unbuttoned, young. The kisses went on and on. Finally, you gasped for air and laid you head back against the balcony wall. 'Severus?' 'Sleepy, hungry' was all you said. I hauled you to your feet. You took one more kiss before you took a step."
"You demanded kisses as we walked back to you chambers. You demanded more as we waited for the house elves to bring you some food. You demanded one kiss each for: using the loo, brushing your teeth and taking a shower. Your eyes were closed before you lay down in bed. You insisted on just one more kiss. I kissed your forehead and tucked you under the blankets. You sighed, and I put out the lights as I let myself out."