Owl to Daisy (closed RP)

[methleigh]

Severus writes the note very carefully in his patriotic green ink, with additional flourishes and thin double lines on the major stanchions of the letters. He pauses several times to ensure it is worded properly.

Dearest Daisy

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[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy wakes to a sharp rapping at the window beside her bed; it is Damon, frantically attempting to deliver the note from Severus. She crawls slowly out of bed a opens the window to let him in, "Okay, okay I'm awake." She takes the note from him and reads it, smiling the entire way through. Curling back into bed, with the note pressed to her chest she remembers when Severus had spent the night and laughs quietly. The memory is cut short by way of Damon, pecking on Daisy's shoulder to pay up.

"Hold on! I have to write back!" She gets up from her bed again and goes to her desk, taking out a clean sheet of parchment, and a fine tipped quill. For the special occasion of Severus being, well, Severus, she uses her new favorite purchase; purple ink.

Dearest Sev

[methleigh]

Severus receives the letter with pleasure.
He feeds Damon a bit of jerky and is a little surprised when the coin drops. He chucks him on the beak. "You were fed money!" He must remember to give Daisy a supply of the jerky. The owl hops a couple of times and Severus lifts him back over to the window. They have been together a long time.

Daisy. He had woken with her held close, warm, her heart beating, conscious of her fingers, hair, cheeks and nose, feet and knees touching his. The surprising thing had been that he slept. Soft warmth, human touch. And she knew she was with him, her tears and his dread aside.

The tree would be perfect, and he would ask the House Elves to make them a nice lunch. Meat pies and pumpkin pudding, at the least, and the butterbeer and sweets. He remembers to take the chocolate frogs out of the sacks.

Dearest Daisy,

I shall call for you at four. I have an assistant in the Hospital Wing, after all. I am very much looking forward to seeing you again.

Yours truly in anticipation,
Severus.

[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy sees no need to respond and eagerly awaits four in the afternoon; awaits her time with Severus. She is not quite sure the title to call him, and maybe she will ask him. She practices for a moment before he is to arrive.

"So, Severus, would you like to be my boyfr-, no too formal and silly... What exactly would you say we a-, no too naive... Severus, I truly like you and I was just curious as to what you wish to take-, no! I know what it is each other wants from the other. Oh Lord, I hate these situations..."

She wrings her hands while getting ready for Severus to come fetch her, in silence, letting silly thoughts clutter her silly mind. It was only when he arrived that her mind became truly chaotic with pointless ideas.

[methleigh]

Severus is not deaf to the criticisms of his hair, though his actual hygiene is comprehensively routine. Even he must admit that the potions that have soaked it through the years have given it an apparently indelible stringy greasiness. He washes it thoroughly. He washes it again. He uses conditioner left by some vain Slytherin

[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy tilts her head to Severus' and smiles lazily. "I suppose so. Certainly excited, but it wasn't my judgement whether I was sweet or beautiful. And I took a car to the train station, where I took a train to New York City. I never went back, and I certainly never second guessed that fact. No one much cared that I left, but such things are why I left that wretched place. No one should ever go unloved."

She snuggles closer to Severus, placing a hand on his chest to steady herself. Her cheek presses to his neck and their skin touches briefly. It sends a chill up her spin and her shoulders to shake slightly. It is not that Severus is cold to her, but that it had been one their first skin contacts besides hands and lips.

[methleigh]

They didn't love her? How could that be? But he feels closer still for her having said these things. They have more in common; can understand one another better. As she curls against him he wraps both arms around her again, cuddling her to him. The little shiver is a small pleasure that moves him. He feels as if he is caring for her, as if he is a good person for once. "I love you." He says the words naturally to reassure her, liking the knowledge that he can be reassuring. Then realises they are likely to do the opposite. People... don't listen to the words, worry over things that are so simple and pure. She will leap up and run away, and he will still love her. He tries to recover.

"It is all right, Daisy. It is something I feel. It is all right." He rearranges his cloak around her so he is not holding her too tight yet is still being attentive. He keeps his voice quiet.

[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy's head perks up and she bites her lip. He loves her? How can that be? It's understandable for men like Gatsby and Tom to fall in love with the idea of her, but Severus has seen her almost true side. As true as she's going to get, and she's seen his. So how does it happen that she seems to feel the same?

"I-I love you too, Sev." She stutters at first, but finishes the statement confidently so he knows she's not saying to make him feel better. "I don't think I've ever meant it before, but I do with you." She kisses him gently, and eventually adds more pressure. She is sick of being proper, because proper hasn't gotten her anywhere. She has not meant love before this moment and wishes to kiss Severus with all the emotion she feels for him. She wants to empty her heart into him by this kiss.

[methleigh]

Me? But her tone tells him she is not returning it because she feels obliged to reply in kind. His breath catches. Me? And he kisses her back, telling her with touch that he means it. He puts his feeling into his kiss as well. The small gentlenesses of amazement, the excitement as he presses his lips to hers, the the depth that reaches far within him, even in his literal chest. He wants to hold her tightly. He doesn't want this lovely time to move forward.

Can he speak? Maybe it isn't necessary right now. The three little words expressed so much. He listens to her instead, the touches and movement of her lips. He is not unloved? Me?

[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy's eyes peek open at the mention of her name, and a small redness comes to her cheeks, unseen in the dark. A smile also pops up on her face, as she takes both of Severus' hands and leads them from her face over her shoulders. "I love you," she mumbles against his lips, as she slides his hands down even more, to her waist, and then back up to the sides of her ribcage. She presses another soft kiss to his cheek, as she breathes slightly deeper than normal, and as she moves Severus' hands to brush over her partially exposed breasts.

She inhales quickly and holds it in, awaiting Severus' response to her forwardness.

[methleigh]

Is she...

"I love you." His voice and breath are hot. She must be able to feel him, pressed against him as she is. "Not just this. Not just."

Is she...

Really?

Severus closes his eyes as his hands are moved over her softness. Over her body; can he say that? He makes sure his hands are very gentle, his fingers relaxed, his thumbs feeling more as they run over the delicious curves, the silk. And then higher. Oh, Merlin. Her breasts. Carefully respectful, he inhales deeply himself. It must be invitation. She must not mind, must want him to... Slowly he takes them, his eyes still closed. He feels their weight, presses them very gently. His hands are full. The first time, he wants just to feel them, to know through his fingers, to remember, to savour that feeling. Wary of presumption he avoids her nipples scrupulously. Should he guide her hand to his? Is that more, is it less - too much, too little

[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy giggles quietly, and runs her hands over Severus' bare chest. "You're wonderful." She kisses him forcefully, enough to lay him back down on the bed while she leans her chest on his. She takes one of Severus' hands again and kisses his palm before resting it on the side of her face.

"I have not been this happy in a long while, Sev. And it's all due to you." She leans forward and kisses him again. She tilts her head, to lie in the crook of his neck, and rests her hand on Severus' stomach, closing her eyes.

[methleigh]

"I can be happy, too. Really happy." He says this with a small amount of wonder, after the little shiver from the light touch of her perfect fingertips. "Due to you."

He loves the feeling of her head at his neck. Quietly, bravely, he takes her hand and moves it, stroking it with a scarce touch over his chest, even his nipples, his stomach again, with the sensitive little belly button with which he secretly likes to play. He leaves it there on the point of his pelvic bone. He cuddles her close then, her head supported in his hand and whispers. "It's all right?"

[daisy_inthesun]

She smiles lazily and nods against his chest. "I'm quite alright. In fact, I'm splendid. I'm here with you, aren't I? And you're sleeping in my bed and you're naked. This is one of the happiest times of my life. Are you alright, Sev?" She shivers from the cold dungeon creeping back into her skin and curls up to Severus to stay warm.

Following his dialogue, she smiles and trails one of her hands to circle his belly button slowly.

[methleigh]

"Oh, darling! You're cold!" He touches her hand at his stomach and smiles. Then he reaches around her and catches the covers to draw them tight around her and around them. He snuggles her up in the covers, warming her. "Sweet darling. Of course I will. I'm wonderful. You make me happy. I get to be happy."

[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy wraps her arms around Severus and smiles blindly, burying her face into his chest. "No one should ever be unhappy. It makes for a wretched world." She pauses and lowers her voice to not much more than a whisper, "But I'm so happy you're happy with me."

Daisy's breathing slows back to an almost normal pace and yawns quietly, still trying to act ladylike. "I love you, Severus Snape. You and no one else," she mumbles and relaxes into his arms, slowly drifting to a calm dream-like state.

[methleigh]

He doesn't want to wake her, so he whispers very softly. "We will be happy... love." Though he would gladly have returned the exquisite feeling she had given him, she is so sweet, so sleepy. Perhaps she will like it when she wakes. He is feeling sleepy too, peace flooding through him, and her warmth against him. He looks, eyes half-open down at her lashes against her cheeks. There are so many minute perfections. How wonderful. Then he curls her to him, close, fingers tucking the covers carefully from her face. Severus sleeps as well.