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Scraping it: Untitled Snarry morning
This was written, on February 14, 2010, so perhaps I was in a romantic mood (but probably not.)
The premise: Harry and Snape have a physical relationship, but Snape doesn't allow sex, and Harry is willing to give him the space he needs, but won't stop until he can have a real relationship with Severus. And by real, he means not just physical, but sexual and OPEN to boot. (At least, I think that's what it was.)
"Potter," Severus said again that morning. "You're still here?"
Harry pressed his nose against Snape's shoulder blade and muttered a few syllables in greeting. He snuggled closer, pushing his body flush against Snape's back. His arm, draped over Snape, wrapped itself tighter around Snape's waist, pullin him back.
"Potter," he said, this time with a warning growl.
Potter's nose traced a line to Snape's neck, a line his lips dotted noisily. "It's still early," he said sleepily.
"Which is why you shouldn't..." Snape started to say, his voice trailing off as Potter's hand moved south. "You should be in your own bed."
"I like yours better," Potter said as he explored the nape of Snape's neck, and other places besides.
"Potter," Snape said, growing exasperated.
"Snape," Potter mimicked. His hand stroked the skin just above the waistline of his pants, daring him.
Snape grabbed the wayward hand, stilling its movements. "Don't."
Potter's mouth moved away from Snape's neck. He was silent for a moment. "All right," he said, finally withdrawing for the time being. He slid out of the bed. Snape turned over onto his back to watch Potter cover his pyjamas with an old purple robe.
Potter shoved his feet into his trainers. He looked over his shoulder at Snape. "See you at breakfast?"
Snape looked away, unconcerned. "... Possibly." Potter stared at him for a heartbeat before climbing back into Snape's bed. He crawled on top of Snape, stopping only when their faces were mere centimeters apart.
Snape leaned away, startled.
... and that's where it ends.
The premise: Harry and Snape have a physical relationship, but Snape doesn't allow sex, and Harry is willing to give him the space he needs, but won't stop until he can have a real relationship with Severus. And by real, he means not just physical, but sexual and OPEN to boot. (At least, I think that's what it was.)
"Potter," Severus said again that morning. "You're still here?"
Harry pressed his nose against Snape's shoulder blade and muttered a few syllables in greeting. He snuggled closer, pushing his body flush against Snape's back. His arm, draped over Snape, wrapped itself tighter around Snape's waist, pullin him back.
"Potter," he said, this time with a warning growl.
Potter's nose traced a line to Snape's neck, a line his lips dotted noisily. "It's still early," he said sleepily.
"Which is why you shouldn't..." Snape started to say, his voice trailing off as Potter's hand moved south. "You should be in your own bed."
"I like yours better," Potter said as he explored the nape of Snape's neck, and other places besides.
"Potter," Snape said, growing exasperated.
"Snape," Potter mimicked. His hand stroked the skin just above the waistline of his pants, daring him.
Snape grabbed the wayward hand, stilling its movements. "Don't."
Potter's mouth moved away from Snape's neck. He was silent for a moment. "All right," he said, finally withdrawing for the time being. He slid out of the bed. Snape turned over onto his back to watch Potter cover his pyjamas with an old purple robe.
Potter shoved his feet into his trainers. He looked over his shoulder at Snape. "See you at breakfast?"
Snape looked away, unconcerned. "... Possibly." Potter stared at him for a heartbeat before climbing back into Snape's bed. He crawled on top of Snape, stopping only when their faces were mere centimeters apart.
Snape leaned away, startled.
... and that's where it ends.