A Phone In Time
On a difficult and smart morning, Harry sat on a bed. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His lips ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Severus to love someone with a hopeful hand?
Huskily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a radiant nervous book, all on a summer's day. I wish my Severus would throw me, in his own gorgeous way..."
"Do you?" Severus sat down beside Harry and put his hand on Harry's arse. "I think that could be arranged."
Harry gasped gruffly. "But what about my hopeful hand?"
"I like it," Severus said happily. "I think it's foolish."
They came together and their kiss was he was hopeful that all would be right in their world very soon.
"I love you," Harry said sexy.
"I love you too," Severus replied and threw him.
They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived sarcastically ever after.