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The Lover Left on the Settee
She woke alone the settee on the corner of the terrace, still wrapped in the maroon blanket that they had stolen off of Severus's bed the night before. The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first stirrings of pink dawn and the birds had begun singing sweetly. She stretched, straitening the flowing blouse she had worn for their night out. They had cuddled in the darkness, their lips meeting and retreating while Severus traced gentle patterns on her shoulders. She didn't remember falling asleep but must have, because at some point Severus had disentangled himself from her embrace.
Maroon, #61