"One low-fat cappuccino with cinnamon, please."
Snape turned his head in shock towards the voice that had just ordered the exact same cappuccino as him. His eyes met a pair of mysterious aviator glasses attached to a masculine face. A garden of red locks grew from the man's head and he smirked slightly before extending his right hand towards Snape.
"Horatio Caine. I'm quite a canine detective."
"S-Severus Snape", Snape replied smiling slightly at the hilarious pun Horatio had made.
"I'm investigating a case; could I ask you a few questions?" Horatio asked, a serious tone entering his voice as he removed his aviators and placed his hands on his hips. Now Snape had a clear view of this enigmas eyes and oh how deep and thoughtful they were.
Horatio bit his lower lip in thought. For an unbeknownst reason to him he found it difficult to focus while in the presence of the man he now came to know as Severus. It puzzled Horatio, and he knew he had to get to the bottom of this. Shifting his weight onto one foot and tilting his head to the side he pondered a thought.
"If I were to send you flowers where would I-," he stopped himself, a coy grin replacing his previous inquisitive one. "If I were to let you suck my tongue… would you be grateful?"
Snape recoiled slightly in shock. This man – no. This incredibly sexy man was so forceful.
"Would you let me suck your tongue is the question" he responded, hoping he sounded smarter than he felt. Horatio gave him a seductive smirk.
"I think I could allow that...Severus". He loved the way his name sounded on Horatio's tongue.
Snape had never believed in true love or soul mates or any of that shit. Well, at least not since...Lily. But something in Horatio's deep eyes reminded him of a time long ago and for the first time in many years Lily Potter was not on his mind.
Horatio liked the way he felt then and there. It was a feeling of dominance.
Horatio knew his place in the pride was the leader - the Mufasa. Now he had his Sarabi. He was complete.
As his mouth hung slightly ajar the daydreams caused a small stream of saliva to course its way out of his mouth and down his chin, dripping off onto a plummet down to Severus' shoe.
Snape noticed a trail of warm saliva trailing down Horatios chin and his eyes widened. Could he, greasy haired, broccoli smelling Severus Snape be causing this incredibly attractive man to DROOL? He smoothed down his robe and cleared his throat. "Would you like to sit down, Horatio?" He asked tentatively.
"Could I sit down on...you?" Horatio smirked as the dull sound of The Jets screaming "YEEAAHH" sounded from the café TV.
Horatio sat down in the booth, facing opposite to Snape. As he slid his muscular tush along the seat his knee came into contact with Snape's. Instantly a rush of adrenaline surged through Horatio's veins. He felt Snape draw his leg back and Snape's face flushed red. This gave Horatio satisfaction. He was in control. This was the perfect crime scene. All he had to do know was get his hands dirty.