Sakura: Alright. This is the first thing I have written like this, so please, please, PLEASE give me feedback! I'm not asking you to go easy on me. In fact, I'm asking you to tell me what you like and ESPECIALLY what you dislike! You going easy won't help me. (Of course, if you just want to flame me without reason… Don't bother. Constructive criticism is the only good kind.)
Info: May be a bit confusing at first, but (hopefully) by the end you'll understand!
Warnings: This is SLASH. I'm warning you now! If you don't like that sort of thing, please leave now!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry, or any characters here and within. They belong to J.K.Rowling, whom I admire very, very much. I only own the story. I am not making a profit off of this, people! It's simply for entertainment! So… On with the Fanfiction!
Little Death
(I feel It Too)
Darkness had long since fallen, the air thick and wet as dense smog blanketed the velvety darkness. Everywhere the darkness reigned thick and hot and heavy. Heated passion sent electric shockwaves throughout the large stone room, bouncing off walls every which way. Desperate touches heated the air while low moans sliced the heat and the dark like a quick steel blade. A quick parting of lips, an ardent connection, as the lovers began that impossible dance in the night. Everywhere skin touched was pure magic. Eyes of ink, cool and lustrous, somehow burned with a sweltering possessiveness as they devoured the young lover before them. Shining emeralds, half-hidden in their pleasure gleamed through the thick shadows. Hot lips were pressed against the younger one's ear, whispering hot breaths blew against his cheek while the fervent whispers reached those ears. Soft cotton was slipped over a head of thick, messy ebony locks, and pale skin like cool ivory was revealed with the emerald-eyed boy's frantic fumbling with shining silver clasps. Chests met, skin hit skin as stomachs touched and together their bodies hit black satin sheets.
Minutes were as hours to them as hands and fingers and lips searched and explored. They grasped and pulled and soon both lithe bodies were free. Friction was created as skin slid over slick skin, creating an uncontrollable fire between them. Breaths came short and they emitted gasps as each new spark was created between them. Fervent cries and unintelligible words rang through the air as the two became one, moving together; one breath, one heartbeat. They felt something inside of themselves building, and they cried out. Somehow, it was something more.
The French called it 'Little Death' and it was true. A part of them was dieing together over and over as they reached that edge and cried their release. A part of them was lost each and every time they became two beings again. They lay in silence, mourning that which they could never find again.
It was at that moment that Harry Potter, lying in that warm and amorous embrace, realized what he had known all along. It was more. It was at that moment that he whispered nearly inaudibly into Severus Snape's ear, 'I Feel… I… I love you… I love you.' Severus' black eyes shone with meaning as they closed, and it seemed as though that pause would last for all of eternity.
'I know…' He replied, burying his face into Harry's hair. 'I feel it too.'
Sakura: It kind of makes my heart swell with good feelings… I need to go watch something gory and horrible now. XD Yes, it is short. I don't have time for anything terribly long-- My computer is still BROKEN! Oh, the anger.