Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-18 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: summerborn, kink: partially clothed sex, kink: public sex, kink: voyeurism, remus/severus |
LMOM #18: Bits of Blue and Gold (R)
TITLE: Bits of Blue and Gold (18 of 31)
AUTHOR: summerborn
RATING: R
PAIRING: Severus/Lily, with Remus and Severus (again) as voyeurs
KINK: Voyeurism, public sex, partially clothed sex
CHALLENGE: Lusty Month of May 2009
AUTHOR NOTES: This story takes place post-war, but follows canon only through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story.
WORD COUNT THIS EPISODE: 1175
Severus arrived after some time, and Remus felt an odd conflict of emotions upon seeing him: part apprehension, part uncertainty, part excitement, and none of it at all comfortable. So, before Severus could say anything to set a negative tone for their encounter, he blurted out, "Come to dinner with me."
"It's half nine in the morning, Lupin."
Remus waved a hand in an abrupt gesture. He wished Severus would sit on the sofa so that he could sit on the sofa next to him, but that didn't seem likely to happen. "I meant tonight."
He wasn't sure what he expected, perhaps an angry retort or another attempt at sidestepping the question, so he was rather surprised when Severus folded his arms calmly and said, "No thank you."
"What... why not?" Remus floundered.
Severus shrugged, a move that was simultaneously eloquent and efficient. "I don't want to."
All right, old man, the reasonable part of Remus' mind said. You've got your answer, now get out of here and save some dignity while you can. But he found he couldn't just stand up and walk out of here.
"Look, Severus, if you think I'm trying to hit on you--" I am, oh God, that's exactly what I'm doing-- "I mean, if you're afraid I'm, I don't know, after something--" your naked body pressed against mine, passionate kisses in the shower after glorious lovemaking-- "What I'm trying to say is that I'm just interested in talking to you some more, Severus."
"I thought we were talking now."
Remus passed a hand over his eyes. He needed to gain a little more control over his own thoughts. "I'll stop asking, if you like, Severus. Only, you'll have to answer me one more time: please come to dinner with me. It's been so long since I've had a proper conversation with someone I knew."
A cloud seemed to pass over Severus' face. "You think you know me?"
"On the contrary, Severus, I was rather hoping to get to know you better..."
"I will tell you something now, Lupin, and I expect you to believe it. I. Am. Not. Gay." Severus held up a hand to forestall any protest Remus may have started to make. "I don't care what you claim to be 'interested' in; I have seen enough of your history to know that I need to make this perfectly clear."
What was he talking about? Remus licked dry lips and started to frame a question, but Severus was already continuing.
"I saw you in the park with that Muggle. I saw you go home with one too, but you were gagging for Black the whole night. 'Bisexual,' you said. Ha! I saw you pushing the girls away, I know what you're really after."
"Severus, it's not like that."
"You're wrong," Severus hissed. "Tell the truth: you've never shagged a girl in your life, have you?"
"Well, I--"
"Did you?!" Severus' face was hard now, his tone passed from angry into something more, something that Remus couldn't understand. But he recognized it, and held his tongue to let Severus say whatever he needed to say.
"I thought not. Well I have, and I can say 'I'm not gay' and I can know that it's true."
Remus waited, schooling his features to project calm. If he'd had any instincts for calming wild beasts, this would have been a good time to employ them, but somehow he'd always been on the other end of that scenario. And yet Severus reacted as if he had not only contradicted him, but laughed aloud in his face.
Severus' face went white in his fury, and he snatched his wand from its hiding place. "I can prove it! Here!"
Before Remus could stop him, there was a long, white and silver glowing cord coming out of Severus' head onto the tip of his wand, which he moved directly to the Pensieve.
"Severus, I don't need to see--"
A hand clamped on his arm and dragged him forward. Remus allowed it rather than getting into an actual fight with Severus, which would hardly help his case, and in the space of a moment he was standing in Severus' memory.
To his great surprise, he knew exactly where he was: the Gryffindor common room. It looked just as it had when he was in school. A movement from the corner of his eye made him turn his head, in time to see the portrait swinging open and a black-robed student creeping in.
"Severus!" a voice from behind Remus whispered, and he turned to find himself looking at Severus – the real Severus, the one in Muggle clothing again who had come with him to relive this memory – staring at a very young Lily Evans, waiting in the shadows of the common room. It was when he had been in school, he thought dazedly.
The student that had just entered, young Severus, stopped when he heard Lily call, and then silently shut the painting behind him and moved across the room to join her. The two began a whispered conversation.
Remus couldn't look away, though it was impossible to see anything in the shadows. "How old are you? Were you?"
"Fifteen," Severus replied grimly.
There was a wet sound Remus took to be a kiss – though the thought of teenage Severus Snape and Lily Evans snogging was not healthy for his appetite – and then a rustle of clothing, and what sounded like murmured protests.
"Relax," he heard the young Severus whisper. "They won't be back for hours."
"I think I may be ill," Remus muttered. Severus' hand was still fixed on his arm, preventing him from pulling away. The contact and the sheer proximity of Severus next to him was not quite as satisfying as he might have fantasized about, thanks to the man's unchanging stare into the darkness.
"I told you," Severus said quietly. "I have proof."
This was getting out of hand. "Severus, just because you snuck into Gryffindor and felt up Lily doesn't mean anything. Good Lord, man, you saw me do more than that with Tonks."
A smug look was slowly beginning to form on Severus' face. "Not just that. I saw how that ended, Lupin. Unlike you, I am not a virgin."
Remus hooted at that. "If you think I'm--"
"Quiet!" Severus hissed. There was more commotion coming from the corner then, and Remus heard Lily sigh. Then a table scraped against the floor as if it had been jarred, and there was a muttered curse.
"Come here," Lily said. "If you're sure they're not coming back, then we've got the whole place to ourselves."
The two teenagers stepped out into the light, Lily leading Severus by the hand towards a long low chaise in front of the fire. She was kicking her knickers off from underneath her skirt as she went, while young Severus looked around nervously and held his trousers up to keep them from falling off.
"I've seen enough," Remus said.
"No, I want you to watch," Severus said, not taking his eyes off of Lily.
Continued in part 19.