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bleedingangel84Title: Brat
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 268- First snow of the season, Elbow, Encyclopaedias
Notes: Apologies for the lateness of this, but RL does not know I’d rather be writing fic. Not my typical pairing, but that’s where these prompts wanted to take me. I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Severus has a unique term of endearment for Harry.
“You are entirely too cold, Potter. Get in here before you freeze to death.”
“Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport, Severus! It’s the first snow of the season and I want to enjoy it.”
“That’s all well and fine, Potter, but don’t expect me to just let you put your cold feet on me when you come to bed tonight.”
“Would that be before or after you dig your pointy elbow into my side for the umpteenth time, O Long-Suffering One?” Harry asked, smiling innocently at his older lover.
“You are an unbelievable brat, you realise,” Severus said, the fondness in his look belying his words.
“Perhaps, but I’m your brat, and I love you.”
“Shall I make you some hot chocolate to warm you up?”
“That would be a lovely start, yes.”
“What else would you have me do?”
“I think you know.”
“I’m rather tired tonight.”
“Too tired to make love to me?”
“Perhaps I could find the energy for that somewhere.”
“I thought you might.”
“Or I could read to you from the Encylopaedias of Potions.”
“I never realised you were such a bloody tease, Severus. While I do love the sound of your voice reading anything, I think there are much better uses for that sinful mouth of yours.”
“You may be correct, Mister Potter.”
“Merlin! I always knew Christmas was the season for miracles, but that’s something I never thought I’d hear coming from Severus Snape. I may just faint dead away.”
“Don’t let it go to your head. Brat.”
“You love me for it.”
“And there is your remarkable penchant for stating the obvious, Potter. I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes.”
Harry merely looked at Severus for the space of a heartbeat before leaning towards him to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Every sentimental word Severus could never bring himself to voice was given vent in the sweetness of that single kiss. When they pulled apart, Harry’s eyes shone, causing something in Severus’ heart to squeeze painfully with excess emotion.
“I think I’d like that cocoa now.”
“I’ll have it waiting by the fire.”
“Could we make love there tonight?”
“As you wish.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 268- First snow of the season, Elbow, EncyclopaediasNotes: Apologies for the lateness of this, but RL does not know I’d rather be writing fic. Not my typical pairing, but that’s where these prompts wanted to take me. I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Severus has a unique term of endearment for Harry.
“You are entirely too cold, Potter. Get in here before you freeze to death.”
“Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport, Severus! It’s the first snow of the season and I want to enjoy it.”
“That’s all well and fine, Potter, but don’t expect me to just let you put your cold feet on me when you come to bed tonight.”
“Would that be before or after you dig your pointy elbow into my side for the umpteenth time, O Long-Suffering One?” Harry asked, smiling innocently at his older lover.
“You are an unbelievable brat, you realise,” Severus said, the fondness in his look belying his words.
“Perhaps, but I’m your brat, and I love you.”
“Shall I make you some hot chocolate to warm you up?”
“That would be a lovely start, yes.”
“What else would you have me do?”
“I think you know.”
“I’m rather tired tonight.”
“Too tired to make love to me?”
“Perhaps I could find the energy for that somewhere.”
“I thought you might.”
“Or I could read to you from the Encylopaedias of Potions.”
“I never realised you were such a bloody tease, Severus. While I do love the sound of your voice reading anything, I think there are much better uses for that sinful mouth of yours.”
“You may be correct, Mister Potter.”
“Merlin! I always knew Christmas was the season for miracles, but that’s something I never thought I’d hear coming from Severus Snape. I may just faint dead away.”
“Don’t let it go to your head. Brat.”
“You love me for it.”
“And there is your remarkable penchant for stating the obvious, Potter. I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes.”
Harry merely looked at Severus for the space of a heartbeat before leaning towards him to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Every sentimental word Severus could never bring himself to voice was given vent in the sweetness of that single kiss. When they pulled apart, Harry’s eyes shone, causing something in Severus’ heart to squeeze painfully with excess emotion.
“I think I’d like that cocoa now.”
“I’ll have it waiting by the fire.”
“Could we make love there tonight?”
“As you wish.”