A Mess in the Kitchen: II
Title: A Mess in the Kitchen
Challenge: Pumpkin
Word Count: 4 x 100
Characters: Severus & Hermione
Rating: PG. I think.
A/N: All of your begging questions led me to (attempt) to finish what I started. Here is the second of three segments to "A Mess in the Kitchen." To read the first part, click on the lady-rhian tag at the bottom of the screen.
His eyes held hers.
“Why ever not?” he asked softly.
She pounded the bowl with the wooden spoon, staring a hole through the counter.
“You’re going to break the bowl.”
“A simple spell would make it right,” she said, gritting her teeth.
“Look at me!” He took her by the shoulders, forcing her to face him. The spoon clattered to the floor with a thud, pumpkin batter shooting across the floor.
“You want to know why I won’t marry you, Severus? This is why.” She shoved him away. “You are forceful. You have no respect for my personal space, for what I want or what I need. You only care about what I can do for you,” she spat. She stopped herself, breathing heavily.
**
He looked at her, his eyes full of regret.
“Then I am sorry,” he said softly. “I never meant to give you that impression.”
She chortled. “You didn’t give me that impression, Severus! You showed me with everything you’ve done. You want me to apprentice to you, but you don’t want me to finish at the university. You want me working with you now. You want me living with you now.”
“I am not a patient man, Hermione,” he said slowly. “You knew this about me when we talked in Paris.”
She slapped him. “You had to bring up Paris, didn’t you? Why can’t you just let it be?”
**
“It meant something, Hermione, to you and to me.” He took her hands and pressed them to his heart. “You got under my skin in a way no woman ever has. Forgive me if you don’t appreciate a man who can’t get enough of you. Who wants to be with you every second because if he doesn’t, his heart will stop.”
She kept her eyes cast downward. He took her chin in his hand and gently pulled it up to look at him.
“That’s a nice line, Severus,” she gulped. “I wish it would work on me.”
He dropped her hands.
**
“You can’t fix things, Severus,” she insisted, picking the spoon up off the floor. She charmed it clean and resumed mixing ingredients.
“Can I take back the offer to apprentice you? I do want you to finish at the university.”
She laughed sarcastically. “The great Severus Snape has resorted to eating his own words! How the mighty have fallen.” She looked at him. “I’m going to finish at the university and put space between us. You’re obsessed, Severus. Frighteningly obsessed, just because of a night of conversation, wine, and sex.”
“So we had sex, that’s all?” Severus asked, leaning against the counter.
**
Still one more installment left!
Challenge: Pumpkin
Word Count: 4 x 100
Characters: Severus & Hermione
Rating: PG. I think.
A/N: All of your begging questions led me to (attempt) to finish what I started. Here is the second of three segments to "A Mess in the Kitchen." To read the first part, click on the lady-rhian tag at the bottom of the screen.
His eyes held hers.
“Why ever not?” he asked softly.
She pounded the bowl with the wooden spoon, staring a hole through the counter.
“You’re going to break the bowl.”
“A simple spell would make it right,” she said, gritting her teeth.
“Look at me!” He took her by the shoulders, forcing her to face him. The spoon clattered to the floor with a thud, pumpkin batter shooting across the floor.
“You want to know why I won’t marry you, Severus? This is why.” She shoved him away. “You are forceful. You have no respect for my personal space, for what I want or what I need. You only care about what I can do for you,” she spat. She stopped herself, breathing heavily.
**
He looked at her, his eyes full of regret.
“Then I am sorry,” he said softly. “I never meant to give you that impression.”
She chortled. “You didn’t give me that impression, Severus! You showed me with everything you’ve done. You want me to apprentice to you, but you don’t want me to finish at the university. You want me working with you now. You want me living with you now.”
“I am not a patient man, Hermione,” he said slowly. “You knew this about me when we talked in Paris.”
She slapped him. “You had to bring up Paris, didn’t you? Why can’t you just let it be?”
**
“It meant something, Hermione, to you and to me.” He took her hands and pressed them to his heart. “You got under my skin in a way no woman ever has. Forgive me if you don’t appreciate a man who can’t get enough of you. Who wants to be with you every second because if he doesn’t, his heart will stop.”
She kept her eyes cast downward. He took her chin in his hand and gently pulled it up to look at him.
“That’s a nice line, Severus,” she gulped. “I wish it would work on me.”
He dropped her hands.
**
“You can’t fix things, Severus,” she insisted, picking the spoon up off the floor. She charmed it clean and resumed mixing ingredients.
“Can I take back the offer to apprentice you? I do want you to finish at the university.”
She laughed sarcastically. “The great Severus Snape has resorted to eating his own words! How the mighty have fallen.” She looked at him. “I’m going to finish at the university and put space between us. You’re obsessed, Severus. Frighteningly obsessed, just because of a night of conversation, wine, and sex.”
“So we had sex, that’s all?” Severus asked, leaning against the counter.
**
Still one more installment left!