Against Better Judgement.
Title: Against Better Judgement
Author:
digthewriter
Pairing: Snape/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: EWE. Snape!Lives. Sirius!Lives AU.
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Unbetaed. Also written for NOVEMBER CHALLENGE for enchanted_jae, prompt: morose (because nothing says Sev. Snape if you hear the word morose).
Summary: Severus attends Sirius Black's birthday party at Draco's invitation. He regrets it immediately. Or does he?
"You can disguise yourself, Black, I know it's you." Severus tried not rolling his eyes when Black, dressed as an old woman came and sat next to him.
He'd found a quiet corner enjoying his peace until Black came, evidently, looking for him.
"Well, you're not dressed for the party," Black said to him.
Severus took a deep sigh. "I'm only attending because Mr Malfoy requested my presence. He said if I didn't come, Potter wouldn't stop harassing me. I don't understand why I needed to be here…" He shook his head. "It's your birthday party and we're not friends."
"Harry thinks we should be more cordial. Given how he and Malfoy are going to shack up soon."
"How is that any concern of mine?"
Black brought out his wand and spelled his costume away. Now, he was dressed in Muggle jeans, a black t-shirt, and a motorcycle jacket. Severus almost caught himself thinking about how good he looked.
"Those trousers are far too tight for someone your age."
"I'm turning forty two, Snape, not one hundred and two." Then he raised an eyebrow. "And my eyes are up here."
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Severus got up to walk away when Black pulled on his hand.
"Come on, Sev…" Black's voice, low.
"Sev? You don't get to call me that."
"Then what do I call you?" Black asked; Severus noted they were still holding hands. He was just about to reply when Black closed the distance between them.
Severus took a step back, and Black took a step forward. "Why are you running away?"
"Because I despise you."
"You do? Still?" Black's tone was more flirtatious than Severus would've liked. And before he knew it, he'd backed himself into a wall with Black still chest-to-chest to him.
"Don't you dare…" Severus tried to warn but Black's lips were on his. At first, they didn't move but Black tried to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue in-between Severus's lips.
Severus lost the battle, opening up to him, and Black moaned into his mouth.
"You're going to stay the night?" Black asked, once he'd slightly pulled away.
"What's in it for me?"
"My arse. Obviously," replied Black.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/646149.html. Thanks for reading
Author:
digthewriter
Pairing: Snape/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: EWE. Snape!Lives. Sirius!Lives AU.
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Unbetaed. Also written for NOVEMBER CHALLENGE for enchanted_jae, prompt: morose (because nothing says Sev. Snape if you hear the word morose).
Summary: Severus attends Sirius Black's birthday party at Draco's invitation. He regrets it immediately. Or does he?
"You can disguise yourself, Black, I know it's you." Severus tried not rolling his eyes when Black, dressed as an old woman came and sat next to him.
He'd found a quiet corner enjoying his peace until Black came, evidently, looking for him.
"Well, you're not dressed for the party," Black said to him.
Severus took a deep sigh. "I'm only attending because Mr Malfoy requested my presence. He said if I didn't come, Potter wouldn't stop harassing me. I don't understand why I needed to be here…" He shook his head. "It's your birthday party and we're not friends."
"Harry thinks we should be more cordial. Given how he and Malfoy are going to shack up soon."
"How is that any concern of mine?"
Black brought out his wand and spelled his costume away. Now, he was dressed in Muggle jeans, a black t-shirt, and a motorcycle jacket. Severus almost caught himself thinking about how good he looked.
"Those trousers are far too tight for someone your age."
"I'm turning forty two, Snape, not one hundred and two." Then he raised an eyebrow. "And my eyes are up here."
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Severus got up to walk away when Black pulled on his hand.
"Come on, Sev…" Black's voice, low.
"Sev? You don't get to call me that."
"Then what do I call you?" Black asked; Severus noted they were still holding hands. He was just about to reply when Black closed the distance between them.
Severus took a step back, and Black took a step forward. "Why are you running away?"
"Because I despise you."
"You do? Still?" Black's tone was more flirtatious than Severus would've liked. And before he knew it, he'd backed himself into a wall with Black still chest-to-chest to him.
"Don't you dare…" Severus tried to warn but Black's lips were on his. At first, they didn't move but Black tried to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue in-between Severus's lips.
Severus lost the battle, opening up to him, and Black moaned into his mouth.
"You're going to stay the night?" Black asked, once he'd slightly pulled away.
"What's in it for me?"
"My arse. Obviously," replied Black.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/646149.html. Thanks for reading