Sky just stood there for a moment, back rigid, shoulders squared, while he tried to remember his name. He, too, was irritated he'd run into someone, but that wasn't what was bothering him. What was bothering him was the fact that this handsome man, obviously a professor (he looked far too regal and important to be anything less), was scowling down at him in a dreadfully enchanting way.
Sky finally found his voice again, and said, gruffly and rather like a solider, "Gryffindor, sir."
Surprisngly enough, the sir was spoken without a hint of mockery! Imagine that. Sky justified it as manners. Simple, ordinary, every-day good-manners. "My name is Tate." He volunteered the information! Usually, after all, last names were traded for last names.
But he wasn't curious to find out this stranger's name. Not at all. He couldn't care less!
"Yes, sir," Sky ground out, a little frustration in his voice. This obviously important professor had a low opinion of Gryffindors. Well, it wasn't HIS fault he hadn't been sorted there. . . .Okay, maybe it was.
The blonde followed Severus at a brisk pace, mentally kicking himself. He told himself resolutely that he would not let this poor impression carry over into classes. Or anything else, for that matter. Sky clenched his jaw with determination - a gesture that coincidentally made him look rather angry.
But not at Snape! No, certainly not at Snape. Er. . . Detention? Sky had never been in trouble in his life! Even when he broke rules because hwen he broke them they usually needed breaking! He would get very troubled by this later. When he wasn't watching however it was Severus managed to glide around in all those robes without tripping. How graceful.
Sky did as he was told. He was a cadet, he was very good at that. The blonde took his seat stiffly, keeping his posture picture-perfect as he watched Severus. Attentive.
Appreciative too, but that much he could keep buried behind a little mental forcefield.
Blue eyes locked onto Severus, and Sky cleared his throat, leaning forward in his chair as he waited for this no-doubt brilliant man to say something. After all. Sky could not remedy the problem until he knew exactly how irritated the newfound love of his life Snape had become.
Sky felt his stomach curl itself into a cold, hard knot, and he exhaled. "Yes, please," He responded, without thinking. How could he think straight when he'd locked gazes with such a dark, peculiar pair of eyes.
Sky had never felt so unlike himself in his life. Sky, after all, did not get crushes. Sky did not want people. Ever. Not even once!
He simply was not a person who was prone to affection or anything remotely like it. Sky was very confused by this whole turn of events.
"I'm sorry, professor," he said with a hint of tightness in his voice, "I don't know your name." Maybe he wasn't meant to know! Well, . . well, then Sky had just made an ass of himself. Damn!
Sky was surprised by the first name. And so, he offered his own. "Er, Sky, then. Sky Tate." Just so that no one got confused. Because, well, his last name COULD be a first name, he supposed. But he couldn't just call this man Professor Severus. That sounded far to silly. And, well, as much as he might like to call him by only his first name. . .
Sky took a long drink of his cup of "tea", and sighed, relaxing into the warmth of it as it med his chest seem to loosen up a little. Control yourself, Sky said to himself grumpily.
As much as he might want to, he couldn't just beckon the man to come closer with nothing to say!
"I feel a bit warm," he admitted, setting the cup down as a little shiver of something-or-another ran down his spine. The blonde wet his lips and tugged at the collar of his uniform jacket. "Excuse me, professor," Sky said, voice a little husky, as he unzipped his jacket, and shrugged it off, folding it neatly and setting it aside.
How odd. He'd thought. . . well, he'd thought that once he'd taken the jacket off, he'd stop feeling quite so much like taking off his clothes. Granted, he'd also thought that maybe Severus would watch him.
Obviously. . . he hadn't done it enticingly enough. "Aren't you hot, in all those robes?" It was getting pretty steamy in that little office. Sky stood up, pulling his t-shirt off over his head as he did.
Sky was top ranked in police academy. He had nice abs. And something not at all unlike a tan. How pretty his skin would be pressed up against Snape's! The blonde arched an eyebrow, cocky. "Why don't you take them off, then?" he asked, enunciating so that each little word was crisp and clear and almost taunting.
Sky was not normally flippant, or openly arrogant to his professors, but this was more of a tease. He smirked a little, looking quite pleased with himself, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, pushing them down almost an inch, in the front. Another taunt.
Sky's smirk spread into a more sly smile, as he stepped forward, closing what little space there was between them.
Yes, Sky was taking orders, but he was in control. He was the one who was undoing each of those tedious little buttons, dexterous fingers moving from one to the next in a laid-bad, leisurely pace. Sky was enjoying just getting a tiny peek of skin - at Severus's collar bone, for instance.
(The comment has been removed)
Sky finally found his voice again, and said, gruffly and rather like a solider, "Gryffindor, sir."
Surprisngly enough, the sir was spoken without a hint of mockery! Imagine that. Sky justified it as manners. Simple, ordinary, every-day good-manners. "My name is Tate." He volunteered the information! Usually, after all, last names were traded for last names.
But he wasn't curious to find out this stranger's name. Not at all. He couldn't care less!
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
The blonde followed Severus at a brisk pace, mentally kicking himself. He told himself resolutely that he would not let this poor impression carry over into classes. Or anything else, for that matter. Sky clenched his jaw with determination - a gesture that coincidentally made him look rather angry.
But not at Snape! No, certainly not at Snape. Er. . . Detention? Sky had never been in trouble in his life! Even when he broke rules because hwen he broke them they usually needed breaking! He would get very troubled by this later. When he wasn't watching however it was Severus managed to glide around in all those robes without tripping. How graceful.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Appreciative too, but that much he could keep buried behind a little mental forcefield.
Blue eyes locked onto Severus, and Sky cleared his throat, leaning forward in his chair as he waited for this no-doubt brilliant man to say something. After all. Sky could not remedy the problem until he knew exactly how irritated the newfound love of his life Snape had become.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Sky had never felt so unlike himself in his life. Sky, after all, did not get crushes. Sky did not want people. Ever. Not even once!
He simply was not a person who was prone to affection or anything remotely like it. Sky was very confused by this whole turn of events.
"I'm sorry, professor," he said with a hint of tightness in his voice, "I don't know your name." Maybe he wasn't meant to know! Well, . . well, then Sky had just made an ass of himself. Damn!
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Sky took a long drink of his cup of "tea", and sighed, relaxing into the warmth of it as it med his chest seem to loosen up a little. Control yourself, Sky said to himself grumpily.
As much as he might want to, he couldn't just beckon the man to come closer with nothing to say!
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
How odd. He'd thought. . . well, he'd thought that once he'd taken the jacket off, he'd stop feeling quite so much like taking off his clothes. Granted, he'd also thought that maybe Severus would watch him.
Obviously. . . he hadn't done it enticingly enough. "Aren't you hot, in all those robes?" It was getting pretty steamy in that little office. Sky stood up, pulling his t-shirt off over his head as he did.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Sky was not normally flippant, or openly arrogant to his professors, but this was more of a tease. He smirked a little, looking quite pleased with himself, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, pushing them down almost an inch, in the front. Another taunt.
Or maybe, invitation was a better word.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Yes, Sky was taking orders, but he was in control. He was the one who was undoing each of those tedious little buttons, dexterous fingers moving from one to the next in a laid-bad, leisurely pace. Sky was enjoying just getting a tiny peek of skin - at Severus's collar bone, for instance.
Sky would later wonder what had come over him.
Reply
Leave a comment