Severus ran back into the room he shared with Albus and the flung the door shut behind him, sobbing dryly. Albus Dumbledore looked up from his copy of the Evening Prophet. He stood and walked over to the door. Severus fell into his arms. "It's done," he whispered.
Dumbledore tightened his hold on the younger man, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"No, it is, at least partially," he sighed. "There's nothing we can do about that right now though. The only thing we can do about the past is to learn from our mistakes to salvage the future," Albus murmured, kissing Snape's forehead gently. "So don't cry. I need you to be strong."
Severus laughed bitterly. "I don't know how," he said.
Albus paused, as though he was considering something. When he seemed to have decided, he spoke up. "Come with me. I have something for you." He tenderly, pulling Severus into their bedroom and sitting him down on the bed. Dumbledore leaned over the side of the bed, and pulled out a wooden box.
"What is it?"
Albus settled next to his lover and handed the box to him. "Open it." He watched as the raven-haired beauty took the box from him, opening it. Severus's eyes lit up with joy. Albus had bought him a fleece blanket. He smiled happily. He had a huge collection of blankets. The things were handy, and he'd been wanting one like this for a while now. His eyes brimmed with tears as he leaned in to kiss his love.
They lay in each other's arms for a time after they finished making love to each other, rejoicing in the love, the warm feel of each other's arms, and the feel of the soft blanket on their naked bodies.
-End