One Moment

Disclaimer: JKR owns HP.

Pairing: Severus Snape/Kingsley Shacklebolt

Summary: One moment to give in to each other. Slash.

Severus closed his eyes and ground his jaw shut as Kingsley caressed his cheek and pushed strands of black hair behind his ear. Both hands clenched, Severus tried to control the mixed feelings coursing through him. He heard Kingsley swallow hard as he continued to get closer to his face. Feeling his warm breath so close to his mouth, Severus felt his throat go dry and he waited. But the kiss never came and the moment spanned out for too long. He opened his eyes and tried to focus his gaze on the smooth face before him. Kingsley stared seriously, shifting his focus from one eye to the other. Unconsciously, Severus' mouth parted and their breaths came in union. Kingsley gazed down at his lip and closed his eyes, fighting the thoughts that filled his mind. The initial confidence had dissipated and now Severus got nervous that Shacklebolt was backing down. He knew he was right when the dark man sighed.

"Don't."

Severus's heart had started pounding against his chest moments before he spoke. The brown eyes darkened and the confidence roared back to life. The contact was warm and slow. Shaklebolt was being cautious so Severus found himself seeking out the inside of the Gryffindor's mouth. It was strange. The way Severus was pushed back to the wall, Shaklebolt holding his face, Severus holding the soft thin material of Kigsleys's robes tightly, the proximity of their fully clothed bodies. It made no sense. None whatsoever.

"Do you feel it, Severus? Are my feelings reaching you?"

The Slytherin was panting as the bigger man caressed him, his forehead against the pale temple, his full lips a whisper away from the pale wizard's ear. Snape was embarrassed, mortified really, but mostly defeated. He had been so fearful, so scared of assuming and accepting. And yet, maybe before he could fully regret this entire charade, it could be worth it.

"I'm trying."

Kingsley removed Severus's shirt, exposing his pale chest. They both shivered and Shacklebolt kissed his shoulder, grazing his white teeth on the white skin.

"You're so sensitive."

Severus didn't want to hear that- his dark eyes darting towards his. His scowl was clear and his displeasure did not need to be voiced as his breathing continued to be erratic. Without breaking eye contact, Kingsley licked his collarbone and held him close.

"It's like a canvas that is thirsty for art. Your flushed cheeks. Your pink shoulders. Every trace of me shows on you."

Kingsley was in awe at how expressive the man could be when he was always so closed in. It was remarkably rewarding.

Love Amy,

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