Part 6
* And if you're still feeling down
Then maybe you need me around
To lift and scold you
To send you crashing alright now
Maybe you need me around…*
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Severus Snape sounded terrified, and Harry couldn't decide whether he was fearing a "yes" or "no".
"Yes," he answered, stripping himself of the loose shirt he was wearing. He winced at the stiffness in his shoulders, a result of having been confined to his bed for two weeks.
"Does it still hurt then?" Severus asked, motioning towards the light pink scars that freckled his chest. Harry wished for the hundredth time that he hadn't used a spell that would insure scars.
"Don't make that face," Severus smiled sadly. "You know that you're so beautiful I could scream."
"Don't tease me," Harry muttered, moving to loosen his belt buckle.
"I'm not," Severus whispered, crossing the room so fast that Harry couldn't find time to blink or blush before he was divested of his pants. "God, I love you," Severus whispered, drinking in the sight of His Harry.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked. He meant for it to sound teasing, but there was no space for that tonight.
"I've been sure for so long that's it's become a faith. There's a religion to loving you," Severus answered.
"I hope it's a religion with presents," Harry laughed, tugging at Severus's robes.
"You're crying," Severus whispered, voice full of awe.
"You are too," Harry answered.
"I'll give you three turns if you tell me why," Severus said, pulling Harry into him, marveling at his lover's skin. It was so close as to be his own.
"I'm just so happy you're letting me stay the night," Harry answered, pulling guiding them towards the bed.
"I'm letting you stay for ever," Severus corrected. "And you're letting me stay for ever."
"What if…"
"You won't," Severus answered, without having heard the question. "And if you do, I'll hex you into next week, but I'll still be here with you, even if you look away."
"I won't look away," Harry answered, words flying out with the speed of an ill-planned promise.
"Just get your ass in this bed, Potter, or the hexing will start prematurely."
"Hey, what is it with you and starting prematurely?" Harry giggled.
"Oh that's it," Severus growled. "You're sleeping on the couch." Harry sighed and started towards the couch, before stopping and turning around.
"Sev, what if this all breaks apart in the morning? It's only been-"
"Harry, we've both been breaking and pulling ourselves back together, alone, for so many years now. Don't you think that it can only be easier with two of us now?"
"Will you come to the couch with me?"
"Of course," Severus answered patiently. "I'd never make you go anywhere alone."
The End