A/N: This was written in response to a challenge from Twisted Mind: 100-200 words, Harry/Snape, with the phrase "But don't like those ones"
Word Count: 100x2
Rating: M (to be safe)
Warnings: Cross dressing, slash
Severus Goes Shopping.
"…and I said I like those. As should you." He nods his head as though it has been decided.
Harry looks at him, perplexed. "And why should I like them?"
"They suit you. They accentuate your …buttocks." He raises an eyebrow, daring him to disagree.
Harry turns to look at his arse in the pink silk. "I see your point." He runs a finger under the elastic, giving the panties a tug. "But they crawl…" his voice was very nearly a whinge.
"Exactly." He shrugs, turning back to his potions journal. "Try the other ones on. With the stockings please."
...
Severus looks up and swallows a moan at the picture Harry makes.
"You have to help me decide. I don't know which ones I like." He spins.
Severus stands and grinds into him. Harry clenches his cheeks pinching Severus' hard length.
Severus groans, eyes scanning the selection of lingerie.
He points out a few. "You like those ones, and those ones." His eyes flicker over to the white cotton panties with the butterflies that Harry is partial to. "But don't like those ones."
And with a nip to his ear, he flees, leaving Harry to face the flushed shop owner
Thanks for reading!