(a/n - forgive me! *ducks to avoid flying pygmy puffs* I am continuing with this story! Honestly! I keep getting distracted, sorry, blame the people who keep writing and updating their wonderful fics! And actual life for getting in the way. Sorry. Anywho, I am rambling. By the way, since I forgot to mention a while back and gypsy Rosalie asked me in a review: chop suey is a Chinese dish of stewed meat with beans, bamboo, and rice. I, for one, am not a huge fan of it, Rolanda just decided to tell me that she is. Wow, this is getting long. Disclaimer since I've remembered it: I honestly am not j k Rowling using another pen name on here. I think my writing would be a million times better if I was. I am just borrowing some of her dear friends for a while... I'll stop now. Honestly. No, really.)
Loverboy.
Rolanda made her way to the door and opened it. She had expected it to be Minerva, but, to her utmost surprise, it was Severus. She smiled, recalling how prominently he had featured in her thoughts recently.
"Severus. What a pleasant surprise. Do come in." He nodded at her and entered the room, preparing to tell her something which could possibly be more than a little bit humiliating. To be truthful, he was regretting coming to see Rolanda, so when she offered him a drink of firewhisky, he was more than willing to accept a glass. And then another. And then another. And another. And another. Before long, the bottle was completely empty, and Severus was sprawled lazily across Rolanda's sofa, while she was perched upon the arm of it. All of a sudden, she began pouring out her life story to him, of all of her failed affairs and her dreams to be with a stable man in a stable relationship. Severus sat and listened, occasionally blurting out some trivial details about his life to her.
Suddenly, Rolanda, clearly drunk, fell off the sofa arm and landed with a thunk onto Severus' chest. Normally, Severus would have immediately pushed her off him and left hastily, but the alcohol had made him slightly out of character too, and he found himself encircling his arms about her waist, as she snuggled further into his chest. Then, Rolanda kissed his collarbone. Severus shivered. That felt nice. Who was he kidding? That felt really nice. Rolanda could tell, and so she continued, making Severus moan slightly under her touch. He began to caress her body, the alcohol having completely clouded his mind, alongside her's. Soon, the two were in way too far, and the room seemed to crackle with electricity as they both realised how much they wanted each other within their drunken stupor. Rolanda tickled his chest slightly, causing him to kiss her passionately. Rolanda then made a very daring move. Whispering:
"Come on then, loverboy, the bedroom's that way."
Severus didn't need telling twice.