Snape100 drabbles: Rosemary for Fidelity
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Rosemary for Fidelity
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (100)(2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Challenge: 143, Before and After
Warnings: Infidelity, angstiness
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The first drabble is "before" and the second is "after," just in case it's not obvious.
Warm limbs tangled with his, and Severus enjoyed the feel of the sheets against his bare skin, the smell of Harry’s cooling sweat, the sour taste of Harry’s morning kisses.
Green eyes, a smile, lips against Severus’s lips, the gentle warm slide of Harry’s cock inside him, Severus loved all of these but he loved sleeping next to Harry best, the two of them tangled together with the sheets like a ball of twine.
Picnics by the lake, late-night strolls hand in hand, their spontaneous waltz in the empty Great Hall, and with awkward stiff muscles, Severus learned to smile.
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The clean sheets itch against Severus’s skin. Sleep twitches past his eyelids, elusive.
He starts a cauldron simmering with distilled water, pure and sweet. The clunks of his knife against the marble counter vibrate against his skin, through his teeth.
Bitter leaves of belladonna, Flobberworms cut into precise cubes, syrupy Acromantula venom, the smells fill the air and erase the last traces of Harry’s scent from the room. Sweet clover for docility, powdered amethyst for adoration, rosemary for fidelity, he adds them to the simmering cauldron and smiles.
The stretch of the muscles around his mouth no longer feels awkward.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (100)(2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Challenge: 143, Before and After
Warnings: Infidelity, angstiness
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The first drabble is "before" and the second is "after," just in case it's not obvious.
Warm limbs tangled with his, and Severus enjoyed the feel of the sheets against his bare skin, the smell of Harry’s cooling sweat, the sour taste of Harry’s morning kisses.
Green eyes, a smile, lips against Severus’s lips, the gentle warm slide of Harry’s cock inside him, Severus loved all of these but he loved sleeping next to Harry best, the two of them tangled together with the sheets like a ball of twine.
Picnics by the lake, late-night strolls hand in hand, their spontaneous waltz in the empty Great Hall, and with awkward stiff muscles, Severus learned to smile.
-----
The clean sheets itch against Severus’s skin. Sleep twitches past his eyelids, elusive.
He starts a cauldron simmering with distilled water, pure and sweet. The clunks of his knife against the marble counter vibrate against his skin, through his teeth.
Bitter leaves of belladonna, Flobberworms cut into precise cubes, syrupy Acromantula venom, the smells fill the air and erase the last traces of Harry’s scent from the room. Sweet clover for docility, powdered amethyst for adoration, rosemary for fidelity, he adds them to the simmering cauldron and smiles.
The stretch of the muscles around his mouth no longer feels awkward.
