Chapter Nine

When Severus woke up the next morning, on the floor with Lucius underneath him, he knew he was in deep shit. He pulled himself away from Lucius, and stood up, pulling up and buttoning up his trousers as he did so. Lucius just sighed in his sleep, and Severus rolled his eyes; Lucius was always a deep sleeper after their sessions together. Severus, hungry, went into his kitchen and made himself some breakfast, sitting at his kitchen table. Minutes later, while Severus was readingThe Daily Prophet, Severus felt the table shake for a minute, and then go still again.

Without looking up from a story in the paper, Severus said, "Lucius, get off of my table."

Lucius, surprised, just sat quietly for a moment, before lying down on the table, and blowing on Severus's newspaper. Severus rolled his eyes, sighed, and folded up the paper, putting it in his lap. He looked at Lucius, who only had on his shirt (which was open), and who was lying down fully on Severus's kitchen table.

"Lucius, get off of my kitchen table, especially since you're practically naked," Severus said, looking Lucius in the eyes. Lucius just pretended insult, then smiled as he hopped off of the table. When Lucius did so, Severus was surprised to see that Lucius was slightly aroused. This early? Severus asked himself.

Lucius stretched, yawning slightly as Severus unfolded his paper again. Severus had just started the story Lucius had interrupted a moment earlier, when Severus felt Lucius's hands on his chest. He looked behind him, and saw Lucius leaning over him. Their faces were oh so close, and their breath mingled when they breathed. Lucius slowly brought his lips to Severus's, and Severus allowed it.

The kiss was that sweet morning-after kiss that Severus had tried to replicate with Hermione, but somehow it had never turned out quite right. When they parted, their faces were still close. Severus noticed that Lucius's long hair hung around his face, and brought his hand up to move it behind Lucius's ears. It didn't look right, so Severus moved it back to where it was.

"That reminds me; last night, was that because of what I did to you, or was that your feelings bursting forth again?" Lucius asked, moving from behind Severus to the chair across from him. Severus let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and answered as truthfully as he could.

"Both."

Lucius smirked at his answer, caught a look at the clock, and his face fell. Severus turned around to look, and swore. It was later than he had anticipated; almost 9:00 AM. Severus stood up, threw the paper in the seat, and went to his room, changing into some clean clothes before coming out to see that Lucius had put his clothes back on, though his shirt was still hanging open.

As Severus was about ready to leave, Lucius stopped him, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him closer.

"I will be back here tonight. Hope you won't be too tired after today's lesson to have a

little fun," Lucius said, his voice implying a lot. Severus smiled at Lucius, and Lucius let go of

him. As he went to his Potions classroom, Severus was thinking about how tonight was going

to be so much fun.