Plans
By BertaS
1/27/09
Posted to Severus sighs 2/5/09
Description: Severus spoils his lover's plans for Valentine's Day and is threatened with dire consequences if he does not do something to make their first Valentine's Day special.
Warnings: Slash SS/?? I'm going to leave you guessing.
Disclaimer: I own everything… What? I don't? But… Oh, okay, I own nothing. :(
A/N written for the Anti-Valentine's Day Fest at Severus *Sighs* Yahoo Group
Plans
"Severus Snape, unless you want to sleep on the sofa for the rest of the month, I suggest you think of something."
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, "Why is it, that everyone on this entire planet goes stark raving mad each year on the fourteenth of February?"
"Take that back, I am not crazy." The man yelled. "I had plans for this evening and you… you ruined them. Now you can just fix it, or… or get out."
Severus stopped in the open doorway, "I do hope you realize that these are my quarters and I am only leaving so I will not be late for class."
He ducked quickly and slammed the door on the scream and the crash of a vase that shattered on the closed door where he had just been standing.
Severus spent the day fuming and plotting as he watched the students make goo-goo eyes at each other. He took massive amounts of points from all the houses including his own for inappropriate displays of affection.
He hurried back to his quarters as quickly as possible after his last class of the day, sighing in relief when he found that, with the exception of the shattered vase, all was as it had been for the last six months.
The second sets of well worn slippers were still in their place by the sofa. The second broom was still propped in the corner with his own. And the DADA books and papers still scattered on the second desk in the corner.
The teaching robes that hung on the second peg by the door were however, missing, indicating that he was the first to return, which was as he hoped.
He was sorry for the harsh things he had said this morning but, damn-it, he had plans of his own for this evening and they did not involve public displays of affection, just private ones.
Quickly calling an elf, Severus gave concise instructions for a large amount of votive candles to be place all over the bedroom and a large bowl of his partner's favorite chocolate, melted, complete with a warming charm for the bedside table. He considered rose peddles for the bed but decided it wasn't his style.
After dismissing the elf Severus discarded his robes and jacket in the laundry basket and briefly dug about in the closet. When he found what he was looking for he did some rather tricky wand waving to attach the velvet covered chains to the headboard, and headed for the bath. He hoped he had time to get clean enough to eat off of before his partner returned.
You may notice that I failed to name or describe Severus' partner. This was deliberate. My challenge to you; is to write said partner's side of the story and his reaction to finding Severus chained naked to the bed.
BertaS
Part II
By White Cotten
Remus stormed out of the DADA classroom, thoroughly pissed off. He flicked his sleeve back and examined the burn on his arm. Not good. Not good at all. Damn it to hell but the sixth-year Slytherins were a pretty package of I Know Betters and I'll Show Yous. And feeling a slightly dark tinge to the magic emanating from the wound, he could add to the list an unhealthy grain of Chip Off The Old Blockishness. With hardly a pause in stride, he skimmed his wand over the burn and muttered another healing charm. Better. But his fucking robes were ruined.
Just like his Valentine's Day.
Yes, the Arch Slytherin, Master of Snakes and Thoroughly Aggravating Bastard had spoken. Gone was the romantic dinner for two in Hogsmeade, gone were his plans to wine and dine their relationship into the open, and gone were his hopes that Severus Fucking Snape had reconciled their past and forgiven them a future. How else could he interpret Severus' reaction? Obviously shards of nervousness in trusting his body and soul to a werewolf remained. In particular this werewolf.
Remus growled, scaring a passing Huffelpuff into Edward the Second's armour. The subsequent struggle and 'Eeep!' as the armour won over its new sweetheart caused him to falter mid-rant. Reining in his temper, he rescued the young lad and then, with a few deep breaths, resumed a more measured path.
It really was too bad of Severus. Why the hell couldn't he trust in Remus - in the man overriding the wolf? Trust in them?
At the door to their dungeon quarters, Remus donned a cold mask and entered. Oh, yes, if Severus Fucking Snape - he really must see about making that official - didn't want bowers and hearts, then Remus didn't get to have them either. He was unworthy of being loved so. Always a half-tamed beast to be kept rigidly leashed from undisciplined temptation. If he - His Almighty Bastardness - was too enmeshed in shame for his lover, then silent and clandestine they would remain. And no matter what...
All thought was expelled from his mind in a rush of wonder. From the doorway of their bedroom, he looked on a sight so beautiful, so perfect, it made his heart swell painfully and his eyes ache at a mere glance.
Breathless, Remus raked his gaze over the control Severus was giving him in the shape of chains holding him fast to the bed; the trust in the chocolate treat smeared over his hard cock; and the pride in the length of black ribbon circling his neck and the two matching platinum bands that were threaded onto it.
His eyes softened and his touch on the white skin gentle, as he whispered, "I love you, Severus Fucking Snape."
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WhiteCotton