Skyclad, 3 a.m. [August 2009]
[Drabble by bronze_ribbons, originally posted 25 September 2005.]
"And he thinks I've inhaled too many fumes," Snape muttered.
"Severus, stop," Hermione implored, her eyes fixed on the other side of the river. "They know what they're doing." Snape continued pacing.
Twenty minutes later, Paola said, "Good show, Apparation. It's been years since I skirted that close to getting caught."
"Astronomy Professor Gaoled for Naked Base-Jumping," intoned Hermione, giggling in spite of herself.
In the adjoining hotel room, Snape wordlessly unfastened the buckles of Lupin's gear, one by one. Then he buried his face against the other man's neck, cataloging: the skin still night-chilled. The pulse warm and strong underneath.