Jealous Git

The bass pulsed; a living heartbeat. The strobes fired like synapses in the brain. Severus noticed little as his onyx eyes examined the crush of roving bodies littering the dance floor. Pushing his way through the crowd, he kept searching for his wayward lover.

He found Harry off to the left side of the dance floor, his lithe body twisting sensually to the beat. The man behind him had his hands on Harry's hips and Severus saw red. Harry was his, damnit!

With a low growl, Severus moved in. Harry had turned to address the man he was dancing with and Severus took this opportunity to take up place behind Harry. One hand gripped Harry's hip tightly while the other arm wrapped possessively around his waist, pulling his lover away from the other man and back into his own body.

Harry turned in his embrace, his arms automatically loping around his neck, those clever fingers delving through his dark hair, releasing it from its band. A bright smile greeted him as Harry pulled him in for a kiss.

"What the hell are you doing?" Severus hissed angrily as his lips were released. Harry's ready smile slipped into a look of apprehensive confusion.

"Kissing you?" he suggested.

"With him?" Severus clarified, gesturing wildly behind Harry where the stranger had long since disappeared into the throng of bodies without a word.

Harry's smile reappeared with blinding force, temporarily disengaging Severus's brain, and engaging another part of his anatomy even as his temper fought against it.

"Who is he?" Severus growled.

Harry appeared not to notice Severus's ire, instead cupping his face in both hands and nuzzling his nose against Severus's, interspersed with light brushes of his lips.

"You're jealous!" Harry, there was no other word for it, cooed at him.

"Is there reason for me to be?"

"None. But I suspect you know that," Harry informed him, pressing closer and canting his hips just so.

Severus couldn't contain the low groan that left his parted lips as his hands roamed over Harry's back, trailing over his hips, before sliding down to cup his ass.

"That wasn't for him is it?"

Harry simply laughed, "You suspicious bastard! Maybe I'm just turned on by your possessive streak."

"Good. You're mine, Potter."

Harry's response was to twine his arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, hungrily; whispering in his ear,

"Take me home, Severus. Make me yours all night long."