Restless

by Caliente

[100-word drabble] There's no continuity. There's no rhyme or reason. There's Snape. There's a chair. There's a dream. And that's really all you need to know. –– WARNING: total crack!fic

Author's Note: 100-word challenge drabble written for Cap'n Stan. I… really have no comments here. I just… yeah. Probably not what she had in mind, but... this is what I got. In my defense, she gave me "Snape/chair" as a prompt. I tried to do the humor thing. Er, yes. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned are used without permission and are trademarks of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I do not own them and am simply borrowing for my purposes. Please don't sue. (In other words-- don't own. Thank God.)

Restless
by, Caliente

What he loves most about her are her curves. The way she feels against him. The way they fit together, so beautifully.

She's soft yet sturdy. Always there when he needs her. Always standing tall and strong. There for him to be weak with.

Not that he's weak. He's not. Severus Snape has never been weak (in his own mind, anyway). He might be a wizard but he's still got needs, after all.

Eyes open. She evaporates. Leaving nothing but a chair. Average and unremarkable. He curses his bloody sleepwalking and returns to bed.

To dreams of Lazy Boys unseen.