Title: Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder.
Author: Mental Merc With a Mouth
Rating: M
Word Count: 357
Disclaimer: I do not. have not, and probably will not ever own Harry Potter.
Summary: Severus doesn't feel beautiful.
He's moaning loudly, rocking against my body as I drive deeply into him. There are tears in his eyes and I wonder if they are tears of mirth, I wonder if they are because he is satisfied with my love making. I also wonder if it is because of disgust, for I know that I am not a beautiful man.
This makes me angry and I am thrusting harshly into him not caring whether or not I hurt him. He seems to like this because I can feel his hands wrapping themselves around me, and now I'm pushing into him even more forcefully as I imagine how disgusting he must feel. How repugnant he thinks I am how repulsive I must be to him.
Then he says something to me, something he's never said before and it makes my heart stop. It makes my heart melt. It makes my heart stop and melt at the same time.
"I love you Severus, you look so beautiful right now"
My thrusts become slower but still just as forceful. I am caressing his skin softly the way I know he likes. I am being so gentle with him. I remember wondering vaguely whether or not he thinks me bipolar, for how swiftly I change the pace of our lovemaking. But he doesn't seem to care, he holds me just as tightly as he did before.
His eyes are closed tightly and his blunt nails are digging into my skin and I know that he is in a state of pure nirvana one that I know I will be joining soon. His eyes are so tightly closed, his beautiful emerald eyes and I want them to be open, I want him to look in my eyes and know that I am the one doing these things to him. But they stayed closed, and I have no more time to ponder my thoughts as I am now joining him too.
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I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly in me embrace, and I don't ever want to let him go, because he is mine, all mine. My fair Harry.