azure_rosa (azure_rosa) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-17 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2011, author: azure_rosa, kink: dirty talk, kink: spanking, remus/severus |
All is Fair in Love and War - day seventeen
Title: All is Fair in Love and War
Author/Artist: azure_rosa
Rating: pg-13, sorry!
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Warnings: vague talk of sex and spanking, relationship stuff, dirty talk (sort of)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Word count [if applicable]: 824
day sixteen
Severus slept like he’d been dosed with a sleeping draught. He woke later than usual to an impudent sunbeam that seemed hell-bent on striking him in the eyes despite all his efforts to block it out. Finally surrendering to the encroaching daylight, Severus opened his eyes to find Remus sprawled half on top of him, snoring lightly.
He’d been held all night, warm and safe in Remus’ arms. It was his favorite way to sleep and to wake, not that he’d ever say so. Severus leaned over to kiss his sleeping lover awake, knowing full well how much Remus like to be woken thusly. He still felt bad about crashing so hard and fast last night, but likely it was for the best. Now he would have the time, energy and inclination to fulfill this fantasy for Remus.
Severus wanted it to be perfect; Remus had been so amazing while fulfilling his own fantasies, he deserved no less. Remus woke slowly, but pleasantly, wrapping his limbs around his lover, languidly to pull him closer as he returned the sleepy “good morning” kiss. As they both woke the kiss became less sleepy, but the slow, tender pace remained. Lust was nice, but this wasn’t that kind of kiss, this was a kiss of pure affection.
Reluctantly they separated; a sleepy, loving smile on Remus’ lips and an equally fond one on Severus’ as they began their day. After a quick shower, dressing and breakfast they separated again for the day, Remus to George’s shop and Severus to his basement lab.
Today Severus had to start brewing Remus’ potion. The process was more slow and tedious than truly difficult for a skilled brewer, but each stage had to be carefully monitored, hence why only a master brewer ever undertook such a potion. Severus had gotten quite proficient with it, if he did say so himself.
Luckily several of the early stages had to simmer for long periods of time so he was able to brew other things as long as he kept an eye on the Wolfsbane. Various commissioned potions from Healing and medical potions for Hogwart’s infirmary, to vertiserum for the ministry to cosmetic potions for those vain enough to pay top-galleon for a guaranteed safe and well-brewed anti-aging cream.
After a productive day Severus set the first phase of the Wolfsbane aside, carefully covering and warding it to insure it would not turn before it was needed. Once that was handled to his satisfaction and everything put away, Severus turned his mind to more stimulating concerns.
Remus would be home any minute now usually, but he knew full well Remus tended to get a bit restless the week prior to the full and walk home rather than apparating as he usually did at the end of a long day. No work day aside from the week before Christmas was longer than a Hogsmeade weekend now that the older students were allowed to go to Diagon Alley as well. Instead Remus would floo to the Three Broomsticks and take a nice walk home, it usually took him about fifteen minutes so Severus needed to begin plotting.
Meeting Remus in the library again seemed appropriate; though this time he did not intend to pounce on him. Well, not at first anyway. How to set up the scene… He could just tell Remus he was ready to play now, but that wasn’t nearly as entertaining as springing it on his lover and getting to watch the dawning comprehension and lust fill his expressive eyes.
A surprise it would be, but how far should he go? They both had role-playing on their lists, but that struck Severus as something that required a bit more planning and communication first. Simple was best then. A pretend offence, or even a real one, used as an excuse for the scenario would work. Remus had been quite accommodating recently and their fight last night hardly was worthy of the term.
Something simple to avoid hurt feelings… Of course. Severus smirked evilly to himself as he heard Remus at the door, that would do quite nicely.
“You, sir, are late.”
“Huh?”
“You are usually home at five, a full quarter of an hour ago, where have you been?”
“I walked Severus, you know I do that when I’m restless.”
“Well,” said Severus, a teasing lilt showing through his otherwise carefully neutral tone, “I have just the thing for a restless Werewolf.”
“Oh do you?” Remus smirked, catching on to his lover’s playful mood. “What, may I ask, is that?”
“Restless wolves that misbehave are punished.” Severus stood up from his place on the couch and prowled around to Remus who, unthinkingly backed into the desk.
“Are they?” Remus’ voice cracked slightly, he licked his lips and swallowed, his mouth was suddenly dry.
“Oh, yes,” Severus’ voice had deepened and roughened just that little bit making it sound full of dirty promises.
“Show me?”
day eighteen