Stolen Kisses
He woke up to the scent of lilies.
It was not a smell Severus was accustomed to being awakened by, which caused him some moments of deep consternation. But it was a pleasant enough smell, and he had no memory of the plant in any but the most benign of potions, strongly suggesting a similar benevolence might be attributed to its fragrance.
Of course, it soon occured to him that the pleasant scent must have been emanating from something, and that his arms seemed to be wrapped around an object far warmer and more substantial than his pillow. He opened his eyes, curious, and promptly shut them again.
A few minutes passed, and he became fairly sure he was not likely to awake from the nightmare, as it were, anytime soon. On the contrary, he was very aware of the situation's reality, and of the fact that his arms were wrapped around the person he least wanted in his bed at the moment. Worse yet - he couldn't help but be entralled by it.
Her t-shirt had drifted up as she slept to a degree that meant his arms were against bare, soft skin; lily-scented hair was attached to a head that fit comfortably into the hollow between his neck and his collarbone. She slept so soundly that he knew she was still in the dreamworld, safe from mother's reach.
He shifted slightly and she half-turned in his arms, her lips parted just a little, tempting and inviting... she would kill him if she awoke, he knew. But it had been so long.
She didn't wake up.
Her lips were chapped and warm and tasted of sleep, but that was all right; they were lips, and they were willing. He wondered what she was dreaming of as he kissed her.
