nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-14 15:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: nimrod_9, kink: fetish (any), remus/severus |
LMOM A Time for Play - Part 14 (Remus/Severus)
Title: A Time for Play – Part 14
Author: nimrod_9
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): leather clothing/fetish wear
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Word count: 999
A/N: Thanks for all the lovely comments!! I will respond to them….
Remus had been pleasantly surprised the day after the full. Severus had sent him an exceptional healing draft and a pain potion. The terse note that accompanied them indicated that no thanks were necessary and they continued to have work to do. He had sent a florid letter of thanks; his mother had raised him right.
Theire next appointment was on Thursday. It was drizzling and foggy and easy to forget that it was summertime. He rang the bell and waited and waited. It was Thursday, he was certain. He rang the bell again. A moment later the door opened. Severus was wearing a black dressing gown over leather trousers and yellow slippers that looked like a spiky-haired boy with giant whites to his eyes and a button nose.
“Do not say a word.” Severus’ voice was muffled. “Well, get in here.”
Remus slipped inside. Severus’ hair was in disarray, his nose was red and his eyes were watery. “Do you feel alright, Severus?”
“I’m fine.” was the cranky retort.
“I you don’t feel well we can…”
Severus held up his hand. “We have work to do. Here.” he thrust a bag into Remus’ hands. “Go change. I will meet you in my bedroom.”
Remus opened the bag and raised an eyebrow. He hurried into the bathroom to change. The shirt was black mesh and laced up the front, the shorts were indecent. They were not briefs by the tiniest of margins and were made of spandex and showed everything. Which, he imagined was rather the point. He looked at himself in the mirror; hopefully, Severus would think he was hot!
Severus was sitting on his bed shivering and still wearing his dressing gown and the preposterous yellow slippers. His eyes widened when he saw Remus.
“Severus, are you sure you’re all right?”
“Of course.” he said as he shrugged off his robe.
Remus’ breath caught in his throat. Severus wore black leather trousers and black leather strips, covered in silver studs across his chest. He steadied himself and then Severus shivered again.
“That’s it. You are obviously not well. The only thing you are doing is going to bed, without me. Sleeppants, nightshirt? Where?”
“I can…”
“Take care of yourself. Yes, I know. Not today though.” Remus found a thin, cotton nightshirt hanging behind the door. He transfigured it to a flannel one. “As much as I like your current attire, I believe something more sensible is in order.” Remus unsnapped the leather from Severus’ chest and then addressed the trousers.
“Lupin, I do not even have pants on.”
“That’s fine, Severus. I’ve seen you that way before. Stand up.” Remus shoved the trousers down below Severus’ arse and the slipped the nightshirt over his head. “Sit down.” Severus fairly dropped onto the bed. Remus took off the slippers and trousers. “Do you want socks?”
“Hate socks.” Severus mumbled.
Remus cast a warming charm on the bed and pulled the blanket back. “In you go.”
“I am not a child.” the petulant voice stated.
“And you haven’t been for a long time. No matter.”
Severus shivered one more time before he lay down and let Remus cover him up.
“I’m going to pick up a carton of orange juice and then I’m going to make some chicken soup.”
Severus lie on his bed with his eyes closed. “You are nobody’s Jewish grandmother.”
Remus chuckled. “I know, but I still make a mean chicken soup. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.”
When Remus returned Severus was asleep. He charmed a glass of orange juice to stay cold and left it on the bed table and headed for the kitchen to start the soup. The large kitchen was well organized as he’d expected. He put his frozen chicken stock into a pot with a low flame and sautéed his onions, garlic and carrots in another pan. His fingers deftly pulled the chicken from the bones of the pre-roasted chicken he’d bought at the market; the bones he would save to make more stock. Frugality did have an upside and homemade chicken stock was one of them. He put everything, but the noodles in the pot and added a large pinch of red pepper; before he went to check on Severus.
The juice was gone and Severus appeared to be sleeping again. Remus went and refilled the glass and brought in a box of tissues he’d found in the loo. He stirred his soup and read a cookbook for about an hour, before checking on Severus again.
“Do you plan on staying all day?” the voice from the bed croaked.
“No. Just long enough to get a bowl of soup in you.”
There was no response so Remus went back to the kitchen and dropped the noodles in the soup. Fifteen minutes later, he ladled out a bowl and brought it into the patient. Remus fluffed up the pillows so Severus could lean up against them.
“Chicken noodle soup is not traditionally a summer soup.”
Remus handed over the bowl. “Granted. The next hot day we have I’ll make some Saltibarsciai.”
“What?” Severus asked as he blew over his first spoonful of soup.
“Lithuanian cold beet soup, I learned the recipe from someone I met in
Severus took another spoonful. “Rather the long way around for that recipe.”
Remus shrugged. “Yeah. How’s the soup.”
Severus nodded as he continued to eat. “Acceptable.”
“Oh, the effusive compliments.” Remus smiled.
“You are lucky not to be wearing it.” Severus said deadpan.
He probably was at that. Remus waited for Severus to finish, took the bowl and helped him settle back into bed.
“I left the soup on the stove with a warming charm. There is a loaf of fresh bread and butter on the counter in case you want some of that with your soup later. And for now I’m going leave you alone.”
“Not bloody likely.” Severus grumbled.
Remus bent and planted a kiss on his forehead. Severus was probably right.