Meeting Quarters

by Head of Slytherin

Remus is anxious before the moon and needs Severus now, even if they're not in the most private of places. Slash. 100 word drabble. Short.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP. Oh well.

Author's Note: This is a drabble. Drabbles are only 100 words, therefore, this is supposed to be short. This is also slash. If you do not care for slash, don't read it.

Severus winced as his was slammed against the wall. Lupin meant business, apparently.

"Open your legs." The werewolf grunted, nipping at the Potions master's neck.

"Be patient… Just tell me what you need." Severus grunted, opening his legs. Remus smirked, running his hand up his lover's thigh, enjoying the hot skin he felt under the robes.

"I'm a werewolf, Severus, There's no such thing as patience before the moon," He growled, "This is what I need." He unzipped Severus' pants.

"You realize that we're in the meeting quarters of the Order?" Severus asked, surprised. Remus placed two fingers in.

"And…?"