Couplets (Ninth Set of Twelve)
Title: Couplets
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: All Ages, for now
Challenge: 2005’s #28, Leaving
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: They're are twelve sets of couplets … each contains one drabble from his POV, one from hers.
First set
Second Set
Third Set
Fourth Set
Fifth Set
Sixth Set
Seventh Set
Eighth Set
~o0o~
He crushed his mouth to hers, devouring her lips in a possessive declaration. Freeing his hands from hers, he threaded long fingers through her hair, angling her head for a deeper reassurance.
Moments passed.
Tongues rediscovered sensitive places, tasted the flavors of mushrooms and eggs and sage.
When they broke apart, his breathing was ragged and his voice husky. “Is that welcome enough?”
Before she could answer, her stomach growled again.
He laughed. “Perhaps if I feed you?”
“Hmmm?” Hermione seemed focused on his mouth.
Unexpectedly, a bubble of sheer vanity rose in his chest and he kissed her again.
~o0o~
He fed her.
“Will you tell me while I cook?”
“Certainly.” She told him about the past three years while hungrily watching his every move; it fed her starving soul. He chopped mushrooms and whisked eggs.
“This Valentine’s, Percy Weasley told me you were across the pond. Only he thought it was Canada.”
“Weasley?” He heated the pan before glancing at her, one brow raised in query.
“Surprising, isn’t it?”
“Indeed.”
“He credits you with saving his wife’s life.”
“He would be correct.”
“I know.” Gladness filled her when he placed her dinner on the table. He’d remembered her recipe.
~o0o~
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: All Ages, for now
Challenge: 2005’s #28, Leaving
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: They're are twelve sets of couplets … each contains one drabble from his POV, one from hers.
First set
Second Set
Third Set
Fourth Set
Fifth Set
Sixth Set
Seventh Set
Eighth Set
~o0o~
He crushed his mouth to hers, devouring her lips in a possessive declaration. Freeing his hands from hers, he threaded long fingers through her hair, angling her head for a deeper reassurance.
Moments passed.
Tongues rediscovered sensitive places, tasted the flavors of mushrooms and eggs and sage.
When they broke apart, his breathing was ragged and his voice husky. “Is that welcome enough?”
Before she could answer, her stomach growled again.
He laughed. “Perhaps if I feed you?”
“Hmmm?” Hermione seemed focused on his mouth.
Unexpectedly, a bubble of sheer vanity rose in his chest and he kissed her again.
~o0o~
He fed her.
“Will you tell me while I cook?”
“Certainly.” She told him about the past three years while hungrily watching his every move; it fed her starving soul. He chopped mushrooms and whisked eggs.
“This Valentine’s, Percy Weasley told me you were across the pond. Only he thought it was Canada.”
“Weasley?” He heated the pan before glancing at her, one brow raised in query.
“Surprising, isn’t it?”
“Indeed.”
“He credits you with saving his wife’s life.”
“He would be correct.”
“I know.” Gladness filled her when he placed her dinner on the table. He’d remembered her recipe.
~o0o~