|lemondropseven (lemondropseven) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2010-07-16 03:36:00
|Entry tags:||challenge, drabble, member: lemondropseven, pairing: severus/harry, rating: pg|
Foreplay challenge: Butterflies
Word Count: 300
Theme:Love and Courtship
Prompt: Always a woman to me
Summary: Severus is nervous about his date with Harry.
A/N: This is for the Foreplay challenge. Snow asked for a nervous, cross-dressing Severus... I think she's trying to get me to write something other than angst. *grin* Also, the ending is kinda fluffy/romantic/cheesy depending on your pov. =)
Heart beating rapidly in his chest, Severus took several deep breaths to calm down. As his pulse settled to a more reasonable pace, the butterflies in his stomach took that as their cue to jump into his throat. Sighing, he allowed just the corner of his mouth to quirk upwards, smiling wryly at his nervousness; he’d often been terrified in his life, but just plain nervous was new to him.
It was surprisingly similar to terror.
Opening the bedroom door, he emerged to find Harry’s back to him. “I’m ready,” Severus said, his voice mostly steady.
“Oh, good,” Harry replied, turning. “I have reservation—” Harry broke off, staring slack-jawed.
Severus swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain still, chin tilted up as Harry’s eyes trailed over him from head to toe.
His shoulder length black hair was styled down around his face in soft waves, and had been brushed until it shone. The backless, emerald green dress was cut low in the front and high on the thigh, showing off a little more skin than he was comfortable with, but Severus knew Harry liked his skin. He was constantly touching and caressing him, murmuring, “soft, so pale and soft,” under his breath.
The slit up the side also showed off the black garter holding up his stockings. Harry’s eyes lingered there, darkening, and Severus smirked. The butterflies were completely gone now, replaced by desire and a sense of power.
He was the one that put that look on Harry’s face.
Smirking slightly, Severus strolled forward confidently—he’d practiced walking in the three inch heels for hours. Stroking a long finger down Harry’s chest, Severus teased him, “Speechless?”
Harry caught his hand and brought it to his lips. Severus felt everything still around them; the moment was perfect.
“You look amazing.”