Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
A/N: I was thinking about this last night. I swear the next chapter will be...oh hell. No it won't. It's called Random Stupidity for a reason, kids.
A warning: Nothing blatant, but...sexay ahead...
Chapter Twenty Three
Screw the Pina Coladas
It was bound to happen some time.
It was three in the morning.
Ethra awoke and turned over to see Severus sprawled out on the right side of the bed, as usual.
He was on his back, wearing nothing but his regular black silk boxers (this seems to be the consensus of Severus' new undies of choice. No more graying panties for him, no siree bob.).
His nose was whistling quietly as he breathed in and out deeply.
She pounced.
She slid on top of him, straddling him, her hands planted on either side of his head. She stared down at him fixedly.
It took a couple moments, but Severus finally sensed the presence above him, opening his eyes startedly.
He made a small surprised noise and flipped her over roughly, before he realised who it was.
"You! What are you doing?"
He looked down to see her clad in a small, white, linen and lace night gown. "When did you start wearing that?" The green blush began to run to his cheeks.
She said nothing, and grabbed the back of his neck, thrusting her mouth to his and wrapping her legs around his back.
"Mmm! Mph grm mrrrm!!!" He pushed her away. "What's wrong with you?"
She ran her hand through his hair, along his jaw line, down his neck, across his chest, down his belly-
"Hey! Stop that."
She looked deep into his eyes, and smiled softly. She ran her finger along the waistband of his boxers.
He looked torn for a minute.
"Erm. Uh. No. Bad." He grabbed her hand just as it was finding its way lower. He untwined her legs from his back, sitting back on his heels.
"What?" Ethra smiled sweetly, sitting up and drawing her gown around her. It had a very long skirt, and a train in back, but the top was tight and low cut.
"You're...are you...drunk?"
"No."
"...high?"
"No!"
"...did you fall and hit your head again?"
"You mean I never told you?"
"Told me what?"
"About what happens..." She stood up, walking around to the foot of the bed. "...when I wake up in the middle of the night." As Severus turned and sat on the edge of the bed to face her, she put her hands on his shoulders. Slim, soft...She straddled him and brought her face closer to his, breathing his breath. Her lips were not an inch from his.
"And...what happens when you awake in the middle of the night?" He whispered into her mouth.
"What an unneccissary question." She moved her mouth just a tiny bit closer. He leaned in to kiss her and she moved her head away. He glared at her.
"Don't tease me."
"Why?"
He kissed the side of her neck, just under her right ear. "I'll get even." He breathed. She shuddered. His breath was so warm, and that spot..
"Damn you. How do you know me so well?"
"Haven't you asked that before?" He nibbled on her ear, and she ran her nails very lightly along his back. He shuddered involuntarily, and turned to look deep into her eyes.
"Is this going where I think it's going?"
She ran her hand along his pectoral muscles. "Where would that be?"
He flushed. "You...know what I mean."
Her hand traveled again...down his stomach...along the waistband...and into uncharted territory.
"What an unnecissary question, dearest potions master."