Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-29 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: summerborn, kink: dream sex, remus/severus |
LMOM #29: Bits of Blue and Gold (R)
TITLE: Bits of Blue and Gold (29 of 31)
AUTHOR: summerborn
RATING: Remus/Severus
PAIRING: R
KINK: Half-remembered dream sex, touching(?) (Okay, it's not very kinky.)
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: 850
Severus was pressing something into his hand, something cold and heavy, and Remus raised it to his lips reflexively. Water brought him back to himself to some degree, and he managed to look up.
"Sorry. I'm all right."
Severus was looking at him as if he were not all right, so he tried to smile, tried to explain. "I was just... thinking of something, and it felt like something was missing."
Slowly, Severus nodded. "You are missing a few, after all."
"Not that."
"Don't say 'Oh, I'd remember that, I'd never forget that,' because the whole point is that once you take them out of your head, they're not there anymore." Severus spoke in a low voice, but intently. He was taking this rather seriously, Remus realized.
"It felt like I'd forgotten something, but it's something that I'm sure never happened. So it couldn't really be missing, because it was never there to miss." He rubbed at his temples. "Look, it's probably nothing."
Severus signaled for the waiter. "If you want to take a chance with 'probably,' that's your own decision. The smarter thing to do would be to consult with an expert about it. If you only had one available." He gave Remus a pointed look.
"All right, all right." Remus held up his hands in defeat. "But not here."
-:-
They had headed back to the offices of Fair Weather Fantasies, which surprised Remus at first until he thought it was probably the safest place to hold any real discussion of magical topics, without going to one of their own homes.
"And besides," Severus said, "I live there."
Oh.
Severus glared at him sidelong as they walked. "The implication you should take from that is that I have access to all of my equipment, in case it becomes necessary." The tone of his voice made it clear he knew exactly what implication Remus had first been thinking of, but the thought that Severus had known what he was thinking of cheered him somewhat.
Finally, they arrived, and Severus took him down to the potions laboratory where he'd met with Draco the first time.
"Now," Severus commanded, "tell me everything. What were you thinking of before you... faltered, back at the restaurant, what were you remembering, what did you think might be missing?"
Remus hesitated. He knew very well what he'd been thinking of: it was the image of Severus' hands that had done it, that and imagining the way they might look against Remus' hips and arse, pulling him close, ready for the moment of penetration...
He blinked. He'd almost done it again, tripped right up to the edge of the missing memory.
"Well?"
"I was thinking about your hands," Remus said slowly. In for a penny, in for a pound, or so his mum had always told him. And Severus was the expert, after all. Still, he could probably save them both the embarrassment that would result from being too explicit. "I... I was imagining them... in an intimate moment. And it felt like I had seen them just that way already, but the actual memory of it was gone."
"That's impossible," Severus snapped.
"That's what I've been saying," Remus said, exasperated. "It couldn't have happened because it didn't happen, so why does it seem like I should remember something that couldn't have happened?"
Severus was silent for a moment. Remus let himself not think about the problem, just watch as Severus tried to puzzle out another option. He would never win any beauty contests, Remus knew, but there was something about him. The intensity he had, the focus and yes, the strength.
"You say you almost remember seeing... that before."
"Yes."
"Do you remember feeling it? Or, do you almost remember feeling the sensations, in the same way you almost remember seeing it?"
Remus had to stop and consider. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine what Severus' hands would feel like, but got none of the odd déjà vu that he'd gotten with the visual input.
"I'm not sure." He didn't open his eyes.
"It could be an important question, Lupin."
"Earlier... at the restaurant, I had the actual sight of your hands in front of me to prompt the memory, or lack thereof."
Footsteps went back and forth as Severus resumed pacing, then paused and approached him. The scent of Severus came to him too, unmistakable, and Remus opened his eyes to see Severus not two feet away from him, not meeting his gaze.
"See what this prompts, then," Severus said gruffly, and reached out to him.
Remus was shocked into immobility as Severus' hand touched the side of his face, thumb caressing the length of his jaw as tenderly as any lover might do. He was not used to this kind of intimate physical contact, and when he had been used to it, years ago, these light caresses had almost universally given way to the fullness of his passion. His body reacted instantly, hungry for more, and it was all he could do not to surge out of his seat and take Severus in a kiss, like the one they had shared already.
Continued in part 30.