HPFiclet: Don't Go [SS/RL]
Something I thought to write whilst in the shower, there are no HBP spoilers as of such but this piece is post-HBP. Contains Snupin but is only PG/13-Rated. Angsty. Enjoy.
Don’t Go
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Rating(s): PG/13-Rated.
Pairing(s): Remus Lupin/ Severus Snape.
Warning(s): Written post-HBP but there are no actual spoilers. Angst ensures.
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He closed the door gently with a sigh, breathing deep the thick air of Grimmauld Place, his footsteps slow, almost shuffling as he entered into the parlour- throwing his coat over the chair he knew was nearby and raised his wand to ignite the fire, to both warm and light the darkened room.
“You were holding her hand,” came a voice from the darkness.
Remus pivoted on the spot a curse on and passed his lips as he did so. A fire sprung to life in time for Remus to see a dark sharp dive out of the area he’d aimed his curse at, the unfortunate couch busting into flames as the curse struck.
His wand was quickly aimed at the darkened figure, standing back in the shadows, avoiding the light.
“They think you betrayed us,” Remus’ hand shook only slightly as Severus stepped forward, the firelight playing over his pale face.
“Of course they do, it’s what they were meant to think.” He said nothing further, asked no questions but still Remus felt required to answer.
“They knew about us. I had to… I needed…”
“A cover. I know.”
Silence hung heavy between them, almost claustrophobic with the already suppressing feel of the house they were in. A log cracked in the fireplace and Remus jerked round at the sound, his gaze wrenched from Severus’- Severus who hadn’t made even the slightest attempt to read his thoughts.
He realised he still had his wand drawn and lowered it, his focus now on the dancing flames in the fire beside him, his body tensed and waiting as Severus stepped closer, then stepped closer still, close enough so that Remus felt the heat of the other man’s body more than he felt that of the fire.
“Severus,” He half-whispered, half-whimpered as the man stepped behind him, hands coming to rest on his arms, his touch light enough, not enough.
“You shouldn’t be here, anyone could come by,”
Severus stepped closer, his chest pressing into Remus’ back, his breath ghosting the back of the werewolf’s neck.
“Are you expecting anyone?”
Long fingers ran up his neck, circling it and holding it cupped, feeling the bob of Remus’ Adams apple as he swallowed thickly, shaking his head. Severus rubbed soothingly at his throat, fingers dipping down until they were able to trace his collarbone, to slip down into the hollow of his neck, to feel the heat of the skin beneath the werewolf’s clothes.
“Severus,” Remus’ moan was breathy, needy as he arched into the feather-light touches.
A kiss was pressed to the back of his neck before all contact was gone. Remus turned on the spot- his face coming but inches from Severus’ own.
“Good luck with her,”
“It’s not her I want,”
Hot breath ghosted over his lips, making them tingle in expectation as Severus leaned in a little closer.
“But it’s her you need,”
“I need you,” Remus’ eyes were pleading, Severus looked away, eyes flickering down to the slightly-parted mouth, leaning in just a little more.
“Severus,” Neither a whimper or a whisper, neither a moan of want and need, but rather it was a moan of pain, of suffering, a begging to the man before him.
Severus just closed his eyes.
“I must.” His lips just touched Remus’ as he spoke.
“I don’t want you to go,”
“I must,” and then his lips were upon his own, hot and shaky against his own. Remus’ breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed, a single tear falling from his eyes as Severus pulled away. He kept them closed as he heard the footsteps circle him, heading to the fireplace, tried to block his ears to the clinking as the floo-pot was used.
“Please,” He choked above the building lump in his throat.
The whooshing sound of the fireplace as the floo was used, a barely audible voice calling out an intelligible destination, and then he was gone. Gone. Just like that. And Remus didn’t know when he’d ever see him again, or even if he’d ever see him again.
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Fin.
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