Title: Inspiration
Author: BertaS
Date Written: July '09
Pairing: Severus / Harry
Rating: G
Word Count: 448
Warnings: No warnings really, Meta I guess.
Summary: Written for Kink Night July '09 on Severus Sighs Yahoo Group. But it isn't kinky at all. In my defense I was really sick and on strong meds at the time.
Inspiration
Severus entered the room to find the woman slumped in her chair, one foot on the desk top, the other on a box underneath. She was wearing only an overly large tee shirt as far as he could see. In front of her, her laptop computer sat on the pull out shelf, there wasn't room for it on the desk. It showed a mostly blank white screen. He simply stared at her as she stared at the computer.
Eventually he cleared his throat and she turned her head without moving anything else. He noticed that she was pale and a bit drawn.
"Well," he questioned sarcastically, "am I here for a reason or just as decoration?"
She sighed and said in a whispery slightly raspy voice, "I'm supposed to be writing… something," she waved her hand vaguely, "for Kink-Night… Harry's Birthday." Her hand flopped to the arm of her chair, "Faery Queen had you giving Harry gifts and Olympia's picture and White Cotton… gah?"
"Ah, I see. I am to be, inspiration." Severus purred as he smirked and spread his arms as wide as the small space would allow.
The potential writer let out a snort that quickly turned in to a loud hacking cough. When she finally flopped back in her chair it was to find him with his arms crossed over his chest as he rested his bum against on the front edge of the desk. It struck her oddly that it was much the same pose her son would take when he wanted her to drive him somewhere.
"Have you seen a healer?" he snapped as he glared at her.
She nodded and whispered, "Strep throat." She shrugged, "Cough syrup has codeine. It's probably responsible for this conversation."
Severus pointed at the bed, "Get back in bed."
"But, my story…" She whined as loudly as she could while gesturing at the computer.
Snorting he grabbed her arm and steered her back to lay beside her sleeping husband. He even went so far as to toss the covers over her. Severus then seated himself at the computer. After all, he had lots of ideas for stories. How hard could it be? Didn't he act as muse for millions of fan-fic writers?
…
…
The screen went black before a small ball began bouncing around on it. He snorted, got up and turned the lights off, leaving as silently as he had arrived.
Have fun every one, I'm off to sleep perchance to dream of the sweet sensual pleasure that is Severus *sighs*.
Berta