I wish I could come up with some sort of coherent response to express the complete, amazing, brilliant deliciousness that is this fic, but I can't. All I can do is make vague whimpering, guh-type noises and stare at my screen, waiting for it to burst into flame. *soooooo going to Hell*
Harry was so clueless and needy and wanton. And Snape was so slick and wicked and the whole thing is just so deliciously wrong. This line: "Thank you," said Harry, his voice small, as though he didn't want to draw attention to the kindness for fear it would be taken away. It was a feeling with which Snape was intimately familiar. completely killed me and set the entire tone of the story.
*looks around furtively, opens windows, starts fan* This fic was hotter than the fires of Hell. Well, at least I certainly hope it was because I'm definitely going there for loving it as much as I did. Damn. You made wrong so incredibly hot!
*Flails* Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, a thousand times thank you. *is ded*