In Response to Dreams

Chaper two: Don't go there.

Authors note: i am in no way responsible for what you are about to read. don't blame me for this shtuff.

{I certianly didn't inspire the last one...but this one, i shall have my revenge.}

*the author considers taking a break from her computer to keep sev from getting revenge*

{absolutly not. you will write, and you will like it...by the gods.}

Damn you.

{I knew there was a reason i'm your muse}

and why is that?

{to torment you. the gods have finally given me someone that i may torment without fear of reprocussion}

Perhaps you should learn to fear.

{*Snickers* me, Fear you? a little muggle girl?}

*Tries to stand a little taller* I'm a fire fighter!!!

{Mistress, you have me terrified now....does that mean you're going to put out my fire?}

O.o...Your fire?

{MMm yes}

*shudders* you are one sick f***

{why, Thank you. So how about it?}

_Incoming message from Jeni_ And this...is why I keep my muses chibified. I can love them in that 'awww you're so cuuuuuute' way not in the 'I wanna throw you down on the floor and shag you like a wild animal' way..._

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Severus still hadn't gotten over the fact that Tanja refused to see him in a sexual light, and decided to make it his personal goal to MAKE her see him as such.

(Sevvie, you are one sick bastard)

As her Muse, Severus had the ability to plant thoughts into her mind. Thoughts of beautiful locations, and naked bodies....for some reason, unknown to Severus, Tanja had suddenly fallen ill and seemed to spend half of the day throwing up.

one afternoon, sitting in a large, dark room, illuminated only by a roaring fire and the bluish glow from her laptop screen, Tanja sat Indian style on a large dark red couch, her laptop sitting on a thick red throw pillow on her lap, and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

a slight sheen was across her forehead, although weither it was caused by the fire or the story was up for debate.

The tall black haired potions master swept into the room, his black eyes reflecting the firelight, while his long black robes billowed behind him dramatically.

"Damn you Severus." The Author Cursed at her muse, fingers flying over the keyboard.

"Is my mistress all hot and bothered?" Severus smirked, walking up behind Tanja and reading her story. "Yes, i believe you are."

"Damn you." she spat, fingers still flying over the keyboard.

"I enjoy being your muse. it's so satisifying to see you reduced to writing out fantasies, sweating, breathing hard, and desiring the touch of my hand..." Severus whispered, his mouth barely an inch from the Authors ear, the warmth from his breath tickeling the back of her neck.

"damn you!" Tanja swatted at the tall man behind her, who stepped back, then walked around the couch and sat in a large dark throne like chair directly opposite the author.

"Front row seats to your torment." Severus Smirked, obviously enjoying the scene.

"Damn you." the woman shouted again, but couldn't tear her gaze or hands from the keyboard.

"Tell me what you're writing now." Severus pressed, standing up, walking the few short steps to be directly infront of The author, then kneeling, gazing at her over the laptop.

"No." Tanja whispered.

"yes...tell me what you're writing. does it involve the swing?"

"Shut up." Tanja spat, unable to think clearly through the words that shot from her fingertips.

"It does, doesn't it?" Severus Smirked, Standing to his feet and walking around to be behind her once more. "Yes, you're writing about the swing. how...creative."

"Damn these mental images." Tanja whimpered, her hands flying over the keyboard.

"Wow...Tanja...I didn't know you had it in you..." Severus trailed off, reading the sentance Tanja had just written. "I like the way you think."

Tanja continued to write, inspiring looks of fear from the author, and smirks of satisfaction from the Muse. after a particurly descriptive paragraph, severus walked around the couch and sat down next to the author, leaning over to read what crossed the screen.

"damn." Severus commented, as his eyes grew wide and eyebrows cocked. "I'm Impressed."

"Screw you." Tanja cursed.

"Deal." Severus laughed.

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NO MAKE IT STOP!

{i have never seen so many typos frequent a sentance at one time. you really are being tormented by this, aren't you?}

go away.

{No....I'm enjoying this. and i want to see where it goes.}

*grrr*

{So readers, what should happen to our dear little author? should she crash and burn, begging so terribly for her muse, or should she remain strong and shoot me down?}

NUMBER TWO!!! NUMBER TWO!!!!

{but that would take all the fun out of it.}

damn you Severus.

{you use that term frequently. why not once more for good measure?}

Damn you.