faeryqueen (faeryqueen) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2010-09-02 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ficlet, member: faeryqueen07, pairing: severus/harry, pairing: severus/other(s), rating: r |
Why hello there, sexy...
Why hello there!!
So I have just been thoroughly chastised for not returning sooner to say hey. Which isn’t the same as ‘hay,’ so shut up about the horses.
I would love to say that I’m back for good, but for the time being, my soul has been lost to BBC Sherlock. *sobs* It’s not enough that I was blinded by the pretty that exists in BBC Merlin, then they had to put Sherlock out there. I’m drawing the line at Inception, though. Will. Not. Do. It.
But enough about that. Let’s talk about YOU!! How have you all been? I know Lucie broke her ankle. ): Don’t worry, Lucie-luv, we’ll all stand close enough so you can spank us without having to stress your leg!
Whitecotton: No clue if you’re around anymore, but I just wanted to say I heart your face and miss your voice, brief as it was when I heard it.
Snow: I follow you on Twitter and randomly IM, so I’m sure you know I love you too.
Torina: Threatening my House was a low blow, sister. And to think I was just revisiting my Snata notes... *shakes head sadly*
Everyone else: I love you all, too, but there are so many of you and so few hours left in which I can be not writing.
So I know I have been terribly remiss, and if it turns out I’ve been cast out of my House and must spend the rest of my life sitting in a pornless corner with a dunce cap on, then I will be the first to admit that I deserve it. True fact, my friends.
But if there is a small chance that I have remained in the good graces of even a few of you...then I come bearing gifts!
“For goodness sake, Harry, what are you doing?”
Harry froze, fingers poised over the keys of the laptop he had borrowed from the Ministry of Magic, a guilty flush slowly enveloping his face.
“I—um...” He cast around helplessly for any means of distracting Severus, then let out a weary sigh as a shadow fell over his desk.
“Interesting, Harry. Tell me, do you write these things because you wish me to do them to you? Because I would be more than willing, in the name of research.”
“No! I mean yes!! I mean—” Harry bit his tongue, unsure of what to say or do now that his secret had been revealed.
“But really, Harry? ‘Softie_for_Draco?’ It is no wonder he canceled on the last four dinner invitations.” Severus shook his head reprovingly as he moved toward their bed, shedding his clothes as he went. By the time he was sitting down, he was clad in only pair of silk boxers, a gift from Harry for Severus’ last birthday.
Harry’s gaze drifted back to his latest fic, fingers itching to continue, but the sight of a nearly naked Severus on the bed proved to be the greater temptation, and with a half-hearted sigh, Harry saved the story and closed the laptop.
He was far less graceful as he clamored out of his clothes, but what he lacked in elegance, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. He put it good use then, tugging Severus’ boxers out of the way so he could swallow him down. Harry hummed, tongue pressing hard against the thick vein, then slid off with a wet pop. Moving carefully, he situated himself over Severus’ cock and...
That’s all she wrote, folks.
“I should like very much to try this the other way,” Data said as Severus gave a particularly hard thrust.
“Mm.” Severus reached around, palming Data’s cock, marveling at how real it felt. What technology had not been able to supply, Severus had, and he was surprised at how well his spells had worked. “I need you tell me what it feels like. Describe it in detail, if you would. The prostate was the hardest aspect of your body to create. I may need to make adjustments.”
“It is quite pleasurable. I had given up hope, after the destruction of the emotion chip* and Lal’s* death. I really—”
“If you could please keep your observations confined to the experiment at hand, I would greatly appreciate it.” To emphasize his point, Severus tugged hard on Data’s cock, succeeding in distracting him from further conversation. “Now, tell me what you feel.”
And that’s all I’ve got. The *s denote information gleened from Wikipedia as I have never watched Star Trek in my life. Sorry!