Title: Verisimilitude
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: R
Coupling: HP/SS slashy goodness
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were so, these charas don't belong to me.
Thanks to: Crazy Mary-J... You're my lifesaver with this, you know.
A/N: And now, the chapter you've all been waiting for! I'm gonna keep this note super short. Read on and enjoy!
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Chapter 12: Friction
Several hours later, Severus was still dazed from the earlier events. Harry hadn't returned to afternoon classes, leaving Severus to teach them. Not that he did any actual teaching. Apparently word had spread to the students that he was in a very unforgiving mood today, so they walked in expecting the worst. When all they received were some halfhearted instructions on which potion to brew, they were a bit shocked, then a bit nervous, and very, very curious. But Severus noticed none of this.
Several hours later, his lips were still on fire from that searing kiss-and-go from Harry.
Was this how Harry had felt last night? No wonder he was so angry at Severus.
But so was he. Angry at himself, that was. And at Harry. Hell, he was angry at the world just because he felt like being so. This whole situation was grating on him. He had thought about things all day in Harry's absence, and he was still confused. Where did his irrational and most unwanted fear originate from? Yes, he had had a horrible childhood, but so had a lot of other well-adjusted people. He hadn't been spurned by any ex-lovers. So what was the problem? There shouldn't be one. It wasn't like he was dying or anything.
But he had been. Long before the Dark Lord had ever cursed him with poison, he had been slowly dying a miserable man who enjoyed others' company like he enjoyed reading Lockhart's autobiography. And now... well, he still didn't enjoy the company of most, but he most certainly enjoyed the company of Harry.
Ugh! He hated these conflicting feelings! At this point, it wasn't even about his feelings for Harry. He knew he was very much smitten, as was Harry with him. That didn't even bother him anymore. No, the fact that Harry was right was what incensed Severus so much. He had actually known the man for a good week, and he had Severus pegged to accurately.
He wasn't really living. He was wasting this second chance he had been given. How selfish of him. Albus must be so disappointed.
Severus shook his head, trying to get his muddled thoughts together. Maybe Harry was right, and the antidote he made had in fact fried some of Severus's brain cells. It would just fit in so perfectly with the chaos. Sometimes he wondered why he even--
Oh, twisted mother of Salazar, Harry was the one who discovered the antidote! Why hadn't he realized this before?
Wasn't that just typical. He always had to be the overachiever.
But...
Everything that Albus said did make sense now. Severus had learned in Harry's sixth year that the Gryffindor despised his fame and the pedestal he had been placed upon. He learned that the hard way, too. Albus had insisted he once again take on the task of teaching Harry Occlumency. After assaulting Harry's mind, he had found out just how Harry felt about his fame after seeing a conversation the teen had had with his two lackeys. Severus had been violently thrown from Harry's mind and had cracked his head open when he had flown across the room. He remembered vividly because Poppy had refused to heal him, and his own mending potions left something to be desired. Needless to say, it was a bit of information that had altered his perception of Harry.
Harry should have told him! Hadn't he asked? Hmm; no, he never got the chance to. He had left Albus's office in search of some answers and had stumbled across Harry and Draco... Just the thought of that incident again made his blood boil. Friends, indeed! He loved his godson dearly, but those friendly little gestures were going to stop when Severus and Harry entered a relationship.
Wait. When? Not if, but when? And weren't they already in one?
Damnit!!!
Severus was quite sick of having his life dictated for him. First he had lost five years' time all because of a sadistic megalomaniac. Then his career had been disrupted, and now his love life as well? It was all too much!
Storming out of his room, he made a straight path up the stairs and out of the dungeons. Had he stopped to calm down, he would have realized how immature he was acting and how misplaced his anger was, but he was quite satisfied with overreacting and placing all the blame on Harry.
As he stalked through the deserted halls, he realized that he had no idea where Harry's room was. He could ask Albus, but then he would have to deal with that insufferable know-it-all attitude. And talking to Draco was out of the question, as it just wouldn't do for his reason to find Harry being that he had some scathing words to deliver. Well then, who could he ask?
Turning to his left, he addressed a portrait of an old witch who was picking flowers in an overgrown field. "Where is Harry Potter's room?" he barked out.
He must have frightened her because she gave a rather pathetic yelp and ducked down into the tall grass. She might have been sufficiently hidden had her backside not been thrust into the air.
In a somewhat less menacing voice, he tried again. "Where is Harry Potter's room? Please," he added as an afterthought.
Peering out from the brush, she tentatively squeaked out, "Try two hallways over." Then she ducked back down.
With a muttered thanks, Severus retraced his steps and walked down the given hallway. He growled in frustration; there were several portraits. He didn't want to ask another infernal portrait dweller for information, so he instead decided to find a probable portrait that would protect Harry's room and just go from there.
He shuffled down the hallway, glancing at the portraits in disinterest. No, none of them really fit Harry. And then he stopped, inwardly smirking. He stood in front of a mountain scene, very breathtaking, yet plain as far as landscapes go. The identifier, which might have been overlooked by any other person, was a tiny red car that disappeared and reappeared around the bends of a steadily winding road. Harry must have charmed it into the portrait. Clever.
Realizing that his anger was being diffused, he quickly reminded himself of his reasons for calling on Harry in the first place, and he grew angry once again. With a scowl, he rapped loudly on the portrait, not relenting until Harry opened the door.
He took one look at Severus's scowl and matched it with one of his own. "What do you want?" he asked coolly.
"To talk," Severus ground out. Not waiting for an invitation he would most likely not be granted, he barged into the room and began pacing back and forth, trying to gather his thoughts.
With an annoyed sigh, Harry closed the door and sat down on the sofa, watching the man's smooth movements. When nothing was said, he prompted, "Well?"
"You should have told me!" Severus shouted. "Didn't I deserve to know?"
"Know what?"
"About the antidote. About you figuring out the cure to the poison and saving my life!"
"It wasn't--"
"I know it was you, so don't bother denying it!"
"I wasn't going to!" Harry returned hotly. "I was going to say that it wasn't just me! Yes, I may have discovered the final ingredient and the right combinations of everything, but the entire team helped with the research! And I didn't say anything because I didn't think it was imperative for you to know!"
"You didn't think it was imperative for me to know?" Severus mocked, mouth twisting into a sneer. "How is our relationship supposed to work if you're keeping secrets like that?"
"What relationship?" Harry wanted to know. This was all news to him. Last time he had checked, Severus was running away from any sort of relationship. And he told this to Severus, too.
"Well, I'm here now, aren't I?" Severus retorted, irritated.
"Yes, but for how long?" Harry was so confused. And angry. The two were a dangerous combination. He had the feeling that Severus had some actual point to make, but he wasn't quite making it.
"Damnit, Harry! Don't you know that you are driving me insane?" He stopped, running his nimble fingers roughly through his hair. "I have done nothing but think about this for the past day. Twenty-four hours! That is a hell of a long time!"
"Well, good! Then you must have reached some conclusions." He wished Severus would finish his tirade and be done with it. His arguments were growing stale. And frankly, Harry was tired of listening to them.
Growling, Severus turned his glare onto Harry. "You were right! Once again, you were right! I did lose enough of my life already, and I do not need to waste any more on the likes of this, but I can't help it! I'm scared, all right? Is that what you want to hear?" His eyes flashed menacingly. "I don't know if I can do this!"
"Do what?" Harry pushed, refusing to answer to petty implications. He wanted to hear the words.
"Be with you! You. Me. Us. I just don't know!"
"You are such a coward," Harry told him with a sneer. "Whatever happened to Severus Snape, the snarky bastard who feared nothing?"
"I'm not a coward!" Severus countered vehemently. But even as he said it, he knew that Harry's accusation was true to some degree. "I am no coward," he repeated once again for emphasis.
"Really? Then make a fucking decision already!" Harry cried.
Harry wanted a decision, did he? Well, Severus had better things to do than stand around and defend his way of thinking. "Fine!" He turned on his heels and began to stalk away.
Before he could reach the door, Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him around. "Wrong decision," he murmured before crushing his lips to Severus's.
Not expecting that most welcome attack, Severus's initial reaction was to just stand there and let the shock roll over him. But then, as Harry's tongue dove into his mouth, shock turned into mind-numbing passion, and his brain went into sensory overload and finally shut down. All doubt now completely destroyed, he enthusiastically returned the kisses.
As their breaths were riddled with tiny gasps of air, Harry pulled away just slightly. "I believe you still owe me two galleons," he said with a straight face. When Severus opened his mouth to comment, Harry shuffled his hand around to the front of Severus's robes, pushing them aside and slipping his hand into the pocket of his trousers.
Instead of words, Severus uttered a low moan. "Those aren't galleons," he gasped out, trying to suppress a shudder as Harry's hand moved over him.
Harry grinned wickedly. "Oh, but you owe me this as well, don't you think?" He swiftly removed his hand and began walking away.
Thoroughly disheveled, Severus managed to say, "You're such a tease."
"I'm only a tease if I have no intention of going any further." Wicked grin still in place, Harry disappeared into the bedroom.
Severus took a moment to collect himself. It was almost difficult to believe that this was happening. What the hell had he been thinking with all of those damned fears? What the hell was he thinking now? A delectably sexy man was waiting for him in the bedroom, and he was introspecting. He all but dashed into the room that Harry had disappeared into. Glancing around, he saw no trace of the younger man. "Har--"
The name was muffled as he was pressed back against the now closed door, Harry assaulting his mouth once again. It was all Severus could do to keep from collapsing. Harry definitely had a talented mouth. But it was time for Severus to return the favor.
Growling low in his throat, Severus plunged his tongue into Harry's mouth, tasting every surface of the moist interior. His hands wasted no time encircling Harry, hugging the lithe body to his own and grinning in satisfaction as the younger man shivered. And suddenly kissing was just not enough. His lips trailed down Harry's neck as his hands moved up, one tangling in thick black locks, the other deftly undoing the buttons on Harry's robes.
Stopping to give ample attention to a particularly sensitive spot on Harry's collarbone, Severus discarded the younger man's robes and started on the buttons of his shirt.
Harry felt his knees start to buckle beneath him. And here he thought he would be leading things, but he was more than happy to let Severus take the initiative. He was rather enjoying these tender caresses, the sweet warmth of the mouth on his skin, and--oh! The strong, calloused hands had removed his shirt and were now roaming tantalizingly over the tanned expanse of his chest, leaving trails of fire wherever the fingertips danced across.
And as damned good as it felt, it was still unfair that Severus was still fully clothed.
He broke away just long enough to disrobe the man and rid him of the shirt he wore with such frustratingly tiny buttons. Hell, he probably ripped a few of them off and ruined the top. Oh well, that wasn't a concern. His immediate concern was to touch as much of Severus as humanly possible. But to do that, he needed to free him of the rest of his pesky clothing...
Walking them backwards haphazardly, Harry's legs hit the bed as they tumbled onto it, breaths hard and shallow. Staring up into those darkened onyx eyes, Harry's heart swelled at the fact that there was no lingering traces of fear, only longing and raw passion, which he knew were mirrors of his own emotions. "Severus," he murmured.
"Harry?" Severus replied, voice thickened by desire. He loved feeling the weight of Harry underneath him, their chests rising and falling simultaneously, eyes locked and smouldering. He loved the fact that their bodies fit so perfectly together, like they were shaped to meld together in such an intricate design. And he loved the way his name rolled off of Harry's tongue, combined with that half-lidded lustful stare.
"I want you. Now."
And there was no doubting those words.
Soon their remaining clothes were tossed away, and it was skin on skin, hot and cool and smooth and slick with friction. Hands moved over dips and curves, teasing and taunting. Lips weren't used just for kissing but swept freely over bodies and elicited moans and chants that were music to the other's ears.
Arms and legs intertwined, and they were moving as one, rocking together in an achingly slow rhythm that they both grew frustrated with. Rocking faster, movements became more frenzied, kisses deeper, caresses sweeping wildly across skin. So much tension, so much pressure, so much passion...
With a loud cry, Harry's entire body tightened up as wave after blissful wave of pleasure smothered his senses. The extra tension was all Severus needed to reach the plains of euphoria as well, murmuring Harry's name as he collapsed against the slick, tanned chest, peppering the skin with kisses.
Arms encircling the older man, Harry's fingers traced featherlight paths up and down Severus's spine. The two lay in silence for a moment before Harry chuckled.
Raising his head up to stare at the man in amusement, Severus asked, "And what, pray tell, is so funny?"
"I guess it's safe to assume that we're in a relationship now?"
Growling, Severus answered, "Just try to push me away."
"Never going to happen..." Their lips met, gliding together in gentle sweeps. "Never," he murmured again, wrapping his arms tightly around Severus and closing his eyes with a yawn.
"No, never," Severus agreed, allowing his exhausted form to slip into much-needed slumber.
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La la laaaaa.... I sooooo hope I did a good job on this chapter. I've never written a love-making scene before. Well, that's not true. I attempted one a few years ago, but it turned out to be crap, so now I tend to steer clear of anything of the like in my writing. So again, I hope it turned out all right. And I apologize profusely for Sev's gross ooc-ness. But you know, it just had to be done. And hey, it was all good in the end, right?
Please please please leave me feedback! I do so love to hear what you guys think, and your words are all greatly appreciated and valued.
Thanks so much to everyone who wished me luck on my exams... I ended up doing well on all three, so I'm a happy little clam right now!
Gah! Next chapter is the last one! It sure flew by... Until next week, then. Peace out!
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: R
Coupling: HP/SS slashy goodness
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were so, these charas don't belong to me.
Thanks to: Crazy Mary-J... You're my lifesaver with this, you know.
A/N: And now, the chapter you've all been waiting for! I'm gonna keep this note super short. Read on and enjoy!
OoOoOoO
Chapter 12: Friction
Several hours later, Severus was still dazed from the earlier events. Harry hadn't returned to afternoon classes, leaving Severus to teach them. Not that he did any actual teaching. Apparently word had spread to the students that he was in a very unforgiving mood today, so they walked in expecting the worst. When all they received were some halfhearted instructions on which potion to brew, they were a bit shocked, then a bit nervous, and very, very curious. But Severus noticed none of this.
Several hours later, his lips were still on fire from that searing kiss-and-go from Harry.
Was this how Harry had felt last night? No wonder he was so angry at Severus.
But so was he. Angry at himself, that was. And at Harry. Hell, he was angry at the world just because he felt like being so. This whole situation was grating on him. He had thought about things all day in Harry's absence, and he was still confused. Where did his irrational and most unwanted fear originate from? Yes, he had had a horrible childhood, but so had a lot of other well-adjusted people. He hadn't been spurned by any ex-lovers. So what was the problem? There shouldn't be one. It wasn't like he was dying or anything.
But he had been. Long before the Dark Lord had ever cursed him with poison, he had been slowly dying a miserable man who enjoyed others' company like he enjoyed reading Lockhart's autobiography. And now... well, he still didn't enjoy the company of most, but he most certainly enjoyed the company of Harry.
Ugh! He hated these conflicting feelings! At this point, it wasn't even about his feelings for Harry. He knew he was very much smitten, as was Harry with him. That didn't even bother him anymore. No, the fact that Harry was right was what incensed Severus so much. He had actually known the man for a good week, and he had Severus pegged to accurately.
He wasn't really living. He was wasting this second chance he had been given. How selfish of him. Albus must be so disappointed.
Severus shook his head, trying to get his muddled thoughts together. Maybe Harry was right, and the antidote he made had in fact fried some of Severus's brain cells. It would just fit in so perfectly with the chaos. Sometimes he wondered why he even--
Oh, twisted mother of Salazar, Harry was the one who discovered the antidote! Why hadn't he realized this before?
Wasn't that just typical. He always had to be the overachiever.
But...
Everything that Albus said did make sense now. Severus had learned in Harry's sixth year that the Gryffindor despised his fame and the pedestal he had been placed upon. He learned that the hard way, too. Albus had insisted he once again take on the task of teaching Harry Occlumency. After assaulting Harry's mind, he had found out just how Harry felt about his fame after seeing a conversation the teen had had with his two lackeys. Severus had been violently thrown from Harry's mind and had cracked his head open when he had flown across the room. He remembered vividly because Poppy had refused to heal him, and his own mending potions left something to be desired. Needless to say, it was a bit of information that had altered his perception of Harry.
Harry should have told him! Hadn't he asked? Hmm; no, he never got the chance to. He had left Albus's office in search of some answers and had stumbled across Harry and Draco... Just the thought of that incident again made his blood boil. Friends, indeed! He loved his godson dearly, but those friendly little gestures were going to stop when Severus and Harry entered a relationship.
Wait. When? Not if, but when? And weren't they already in one?
Damnit!!!
Severus was quite sick of having his life dictated for him. First he had lost five years' time all because of a sadistic megalomaniac. Then his career had been disrupted, and now his love life as well? It was all too much!
Storming out of his room, he made a straight path up the stairs and out of the dungeons. Had he stopped to calm down, he would have realized how immature he was acting and how misplaced his anger was, but he was quite satisfied with overreacting and placing all the blame on Harry.
As he stalked through the deserted halls, he realized that he had no idea where Harry's room was. He could ask Albus, but then he would have to deal with that insufferable know-it-all attitude. And talking to Draco was out of the question, as it just wouldn't do for his reason to find Harry being that he had some scathing words to deliver. Well then, who could he ask?
Turning to his left, he addressed a portrait of an old witch who was picking flowers in an overgrown field. "Where is Harry Potter's room?" he barked out.
He must have frightened her because she gave a rather pathetic yelp and ducked down into the tall grass. She might have been sufficiently hidden had her backside not been thrust into the air.
In a somewhat less menacing voice, he tried again. "Where is Harry Potter's room? Please," he added as an afterthought.
Peering out from the brush, she tentatively squeaked out, "Try two hallways over." Then she ducked back down.
With a muttered thanks, Severus retraced his steps and walked down the given hallway. He growled in frustration; there were several portraits. He didn't want to ask another infernal portrait dweller for information, so he instead decided to find a probable portrait that would protect Harry's room and just go from there.
He shuffled down the hallway, glancing at the portraits in disinterest. No, none of them really fit Harry. And then he stopped, inwardly smirking. He stood in front of a mountain scene, very breathtaking, yet plain as far as landscapes go. The identifier, which might have been overlooked by any other person, was a tiny red car that disappeared and reappeared around the bends of a steadily winding road. Harry must have charmed it into the portrait. Clever.
Realizing that his anger was being diffused, he quickly reminded himself of his reasons for calling on Harry in the first place, and he grew angry once again. With a scowl, he rapped loudly on the portrait, not relenting until Harry opened the door.
He took one look at Severus's scowl and matched it with one of his own. "What do you want?" he asked coolly.
"To talk," Severus ground out. Not waiting for an invitation he would most likely not be granted, he barged into the room and began pacing back and forth, trying to gather his thoughts.
With an annoyed sigh, Harry closed the door and sat down on the sofa, watching the man's smooth movements. When nothing was said, he prompted, "Well?"
"You should have told me!" Severus shouted. "Didn't I deserve to know?"
"Know what?"
"About the antidote. About you figuring out the cure to the poison and saving my life!"
"It wasn't--"
"I know it was you, so don't bother denying it!"
"I wasn't going to!" Harry returned hotly. "I was going to say that it wasn't just me! Yes, I may have discovered the final ingredient and the right combinations of everything, but the entire team helped with the research! And I didn't say anything because I didn't think it was imperative for you to know!"
"You didn't think it was imperative for me to know?" Severus mocked, mouth twisting into a sneer. "How is our relationship supposed to work if you're keeping secrets like that?"
"What relationship?" Harry wanted to know. This was all news to him. Last time he had checked, Severus was running away from any sort of relationship. And he told this to Severus, too.
"Well, I'm here now, aren't I?" Severus retorted, irritated.
"Yes, but for how long?" Harry was so confused. And angry. The two were a dangerous combination. He had the feeling that Severus had some actual point to make, but he wasn't quite making it.
"Damnit, Harry! Don't you know that you are driving me insane?" He stopped, running his nimble fingers roughly through his hair. "I have done nothing but think about this for the past day. Twenty-four hours! That is a hell of a long time!"
"Well, good! Then you must have reached some conclusions." He wished Severus would finish his tirade and be done with it. His arguments were growing stale. And frankly, Harry was tired of listening to them.
Growling, Severus turned his glare onto Harry. "You were right! Once again, you were right! I did lose enough of my life already, and I do not need to waste any more on the likes of this, but I can't help it! I'm scared, all right? Is that what you want to hear?" His eyes flashed menacingly. "I don't know if I can do this!"
"Do what?" Harry pushed, refusing to answer to petty implications. He wanted to hear the words.
"Be with you! You. Me. Us. I just don't know!"
"You are such a coward," Harry told him with a sneer. "Whatever happened to Severus Snape, the snarky bastard who feared nothing?"
"I'm not a coward!" Severus countered vehemently. But even as he said it, he knew that Harry's accusation was true to some degree. "I am no coward," he repeated once again for emphasis.
"Really? Then make a fucking decision already!" Harry cried.
Harry wanted a decision, did he? Well, Severus had better things to do than stand around and defend his way of thinking. "Fine!" He turned on his heels and began to stalk away.
Before he could reach the door, Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him around. "Wrong decision," he murmured before crushing his lips to Severus's.
Not expecting that most welcome attack, Severus's initial reaction was to just stand there and let the shock roll over him. But then, as Harry's tongue dove into his mouth, shock turned into mind-numbing passion, and his brain went into sensory overload and finally shut down. All doubt now completely destroyed, he enthusiastically returned the kisses.
As their breaths were riddled with tiny gasps of air, Harry pulled away just slightly. "I believe you still owe me two galleons," he said with a straight face. When Severus opened his mouth to comment, Harry shuffled his hand around to the front of Severus's robes, pushing them aside and slipping his hand into the pocket of his trousers.
Instead of words, Severus uttered a low moan. "Those aren't galleons," he gasped out, trying to suppress a shudder as Harry's hand moved over him.
Harry grinned wickedly. "Oh, but you owe me this as well, don't you think?" He swiftly removed his hand and began walking away.
Thoroughly disheveled, Severus managed to say, "You're such a tease."
"I'm only a tease if I have no intention of going any further." Wicked grin still in place, Harry disappeared into the bedroom.
Severus took a moment to collect himself. It was almost difficult to believe that this was happening. What the hell had he been thinking with all of those damned fears? What the hell was he thinking now? A delectably sexy man was waiting for him in the bedroom, and he was introspecting. He all but dashed into the room that Harry had disappeared into. Glancing around, he saw no trace of the younger man. "Har--"
The name was muffled as he was pressed back against the now closed door, Harry assaulting his mouth once again. It was all Severus could do to keep from collapsing. Harry definitely had a talented mouth. But it was time for Severus to return the favor.
Growling low in his throat, Severus plunged his tongue into Harry's mouth, tasting every surface of the moist interior. His hands wasted no time encircling Harry, hugging the lithe body to his own and grinning in satisfaction as the younger man shivered. And suddenly kissing was just not enough. His lips trailed down Harry's neck as his hands moved up, one tangling in thick black locks, the other deftly undoing the buttons on Harry's robes.
Stopping to give ample attention to a particularly sensitive spot on Harry's collarbone, Severus discarded the younger man's robes and started on the buttons of his shirt.
Harry felt his knees start to buckle beneath him. And here he thought he would be leading things, but he was more than happy to let Severus take the initiative. He was rather enjoying these tender caresses, the sweet warmth of the mouth on his skin, and--oh! The strong, calloused hands had removed his shirt and were now roaming tantalizingly over the tanned expanse of his chest, leaving trails of fire wherever the fingertips danced across.
And as damned good as it felt, it was still unfair that Severus was still fully clothed.
He broke away just long enough to disrobe the man and rid him of the shirt he wore with such frustratingly tiny buttons. Hell, he probably ripped a few of them off and ruined the top. Oh well, that wasn't a concern. His immediate concern was to touch as much of Severus as humanly possible. But to do that, he needed to free him of the rest of his pesky clothing...
Walking them backwards haphazardly, Harry's legs hit the bed as they tumbled onto it, breaths hard and shallow. Staring up into those darkened onyx eyes, Harry's heart swelled at the fact that there was no lingering traces of fear, only longing and raw passion, which he knew were mirrors of his own emotions. "Severus," he murmured.
"Harry?" Severus replied, voice thickened by desire. He loved feeling the weight of Harry underneath him, their chests rising and falling simultaneously, eyes locked and smouldering. He loved the fact that their bodies fit so perfectly together, like they were shaped to meld together in such an intricate design. And he loved the way his name rolled off of Harry's tongue, combined with that half-lidded lustful stare.
"I want you. Now."
And there was no doubting those words.
Soon their remaining clothes were tossed away, and it was skin on skin, hot and cool and smooth and slick with friction. Hands moved over dips and curves, teasing and taunting. Lips weren't used just for kissing but swept freely over bodies and elicited moans and chants that were music to the other's ears.
Arms and legs intertwined, and they were moving as one, rocking together in an achingly slow rhythm that they both grew frustrated with. Rocking faster, movements became more frenzied, kisses deeper, caresses sweeping wildly across skin. So much tension, so much pressure, so much passion...
With a loud cry, Harry's entire body tightened up as wave after blissful wave of pleasure smothered his senses. The extra tension was all Severus needed to reach the plains of euphoria as well, murmuring Harry's name as he collapsed against the slick, tanned chest, peppering the skin with kisses.
Arms encircling the older man, Harry's fingers traced featherlight paths up and down Severus's spine. The two lay in silence for a moment before Harry chuckled.
Raising his head up to stare at the man in amusement, Severus asked, "And what, pray tell, is so funny?"
"I guess it's safe to assume that we're in a relationship now?"
Growling, Severus answered, "Just try to push me away."
"Never going to happen..." Their lips met, gliding together in gentle sweeps. "Never," he murmured again, wrapping his arms tightly around Severus and closing his eyes with a yawn.
"No, never," Severus agreed, allowing his exhausted form to slip into much-needed slumber.
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La la laaaaa.... I sooooo hope I did a good job on this chapter. I've never written a love-making scene before. Well, that's not true. I attempted one a few years ago, but it turned out to be crap, so now I tend to steer clear of anything of the like in my writing. So again, I hope it turned out all right. And I apologize profusely for Sev's gross ooc-ness. But you know, it just had to be done. And hey, it was all good in the end, right?
Please please please leave me feedback! I do so love to hear what you guys think, and your words are all greatly appreciated and valued.
Thanks so much to everyone who wished me luck on my exams... I ended up doing well on all three, so I'm a happy little clam right now!
Gah! Next chapter is the last one! It sure flew by... Until next week, then. Peace out!