Severus loved Harry's lissome body. He loved watching Harry do simple things, because they were always beautiful. He could make even marking papers look graceful.
It was no surprise, therefore, that Harry adored dancing. He loved finding the beat and moving to it, making up half the steps as he went, weaving himself in and out of people casually… He also liked slow dances – cuddling up to his partner and moving slowly in time to the music.
Severus hated dancing. He didn't consider himself particularly graceful or lithe, and he felt like a fool on the dance floor. Especially next to Harry.
But he loved his husband more than anything – loved him more than he hated dancing, hated feeling awkward, hated being a spectacle…
So he went dancing anyway.
Harry never asked him to. Harry knew Severus hated dancing, and never asked him to go dancing.
Severus always did the asking. It was better that way, too, seeing Harry's expressive green eyes light up in love and happiness. Not to mention the exuberant hug and passionate kiss that always followed the invitation.
Severus stood and searched for his husband. Time to go dancing again.
"Harry?" he called. "Harry?" He tried the kitchen, the sitting room, and the library before thinking of Harry's office.
Severus went into Harry's office and smiled. Harry had a fountain pen in his mouth, his brow was creased in concentration, and three books and a notebook lay open in front of him. Harry was also cursing fluidly around the pen in his mouth, only ever word out of three or four intelligible.
"Fuck… wanker… shit…." Harry muttered. Severus suppressed a grin. Harry was graceful and sexy even now, angry and throwing off sparks.
"Harry?"
"Oh, hi, Sev," Harry greeted distractedly, taking the pen out of his mouth. "This is ridiculous. I can't find anything on Lethifolds in my books."
"Try the Tropical Beasts one."
"That book is the most unhelpful, inaccurate piece of shit I have ever bought!" Harry snarled. He shook himself slightly. "I'll find something somewhere. Why were you looking for me?"
Severus' lips twitched. "Would you like to go dancing tonight?"
He smiled as all of the tension and frustration left Harry and was replaced by a warm smile.
"Yes," Harry answered immediately. He jumped to his feet and threw his arms around Severus, kissing him briefly. "Oh, yes."
Harry walked into their rooms, Severus following him. "Are we going to a Muggle or a Wizarding place?"
"Muggle," Severus answered.
Harry's eyes lit up. "Leather pants," he said immediately. "Be back in a moment," he promised.
He grabbed a few clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came out again, Severus gasped.
Harry was wearing leather pants that clung to his legs, a green mesh t-shirt that hid nothing, and a silver snake ornament on his arm.
"You like?" Harry asked. Severus nodded absently.
He was looking forward to tonight. Looking forward to seeing Harry's lissome body moving on the dance floor.
Lissome – adj. (also lissom) 1. Limber; supple; flexible. 2. Light and quick in action; nimble; agile; active. Word of the Day, February 25, 2008)