Disclaimer - I only own the plot. I do not own the character, places, names, or anything else associated with Harry Potter. I make no money off this story and mean no offense. Summary - Severus thinks about his weekend love fest with Harry. Previous stories can be found here. Written for doneril's birthday. Happy Birthday.
Severus stretched luxuriously in bed. The satin felt heavenly against his skin. When Harry first told him he wanted satin sheets, Severus was against the idea. They were delicate and required more attention than he wanted to give to bedding, but Harry persisted, and Severus was glad that he had. Severus felt completely decadent. He’d never before spent so much time in bed. An entire weekend had passed without him even thinking of work, all because Harry had kept him thoroughly shagged out. Life was good.
The Potions Master looked at the clock, which informed him that it was time to get his lazy arse out of bed. He walked naked to the bathroom, eschewing his robe. No one else was in their apartment, so he needn’t worry about propriety. Severus rubbed the small of his back. There was a slight ache there from when Harry bent his legs over his head. Severus had no idea he was that flexible, but it seemed anything was possible in the heat of the moment.
Severus smiled to himself as he stepped into the shower. This weekend had been one of the best he’d ever had. The sex was great, but what was even better was the way that Harry relaxed. His husband had been so tense before their marathon sex session, but when they finally wore out each other Sunday afternoon, Harry smiled at him like he had when they were first married. Severus was pleased with himself.
After dressing and grooming himself, Severus left his rooms with a huge grin on his face. The children in the hallways stared at him in terror. Professor Snape never smiled, let alone grinned. He seemed happy and the children didn’t know what to think about that. Dungeon monsters weren’t supposed to have feelings other than anger after all.
Severus entered the Great Hall with his grin firmly in place and took his seat next to his husband. The professors, who were still marveling over the fact that there had been no explosions that day, now started gossiping about Snape’s good mood.
“Looks like Severus got set straight,” Hooch whispered to Pomfrey.
“More like laid straight, I’d say,” Flitwick tittered; everyone laughed.
Minerva caught the slight blush on Severus’s face, and couldn’t help teasing him, “Why Severus, I never knew you blushed so prettily.”
“I am not blushing!” Severus exclaimed.
“Then what are those two spots on your cheeks? Did you happen to put on rouge today?” she asked demurely.
The Head Table, including Harry, erupted in laughter. The students looked up to see what was going on, but as they couldn’t hear the conversations, they quickly turned back to their conversations.
“Now Minerva, leave Severus alone. It’s not often he’s this happy. Why, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile this much since I’ve known him,” Pomfrey interjected.
“Thank you, Poppy,” Severus said.
Harry smiled at his spouse, “Just go with it, Severus. They acted the same way this morning when I came in. Lunch is almost over, just make some small talk.”
“I don’t do chitchat, Potter,” Severus growled, but found he couldn’t be too angry as he was still riding the sexual high from his weekend with Harry.
“We know what he does do,” Hooch leered suggestively; Sinistra and Vector started laughing again.
Severus wanted to be angry, but he was just so relaxed. Letting Harry guide their lovemaking had been a welcome change. Now he understood just why it was they had to lay those extra wards around their bedroom to prevent the entire castle from hearing Harry scream during sex. It was that good. He just ignored their comments, preferring to think about all the sex he’d recently had, and finished his meal in relative silence.
It had been a long time since he bottomed. He’d done it a couple of times before with Harry, but he was still atop the man guiding his movements. The past weekend was the first time that Severus gave himself over to pleasure and abandoned his inhibitions. It was glorious. As Severus made his way back to the dungeons, he could think of only one thing—how to get Harry to top him again.