Severus shrugs. Fine really. I think it will take some time to sink in. It's harder for Draco than me - I've always known it's a possibility.
He doesn't really want to talk about it until he's had a chance to get things sorted out in his own mind.
Severus looks at Minerva sat on the bed, and remembers his earlier promise to worship at her feet. He drops to his knees in front of her and, capturing her eyes with his, he begins to slide off her shoes.
Slowly he begins to move the pads of his fingers over the soles of her feet in lazy circles. As she sighs and relaxes, he begins to press harder and to use his thumbs on the arches of her feet, easing out the stresses and kinks of the morning.
They lie together in a sated heap for a while, until their breathing returns to normal.
Severus feels certain that Minerva will be evicted tomorrow - it's par for the course in his life. If he's enjoying something it will be wrested away from him. And he's damned if he's letting her go without some sort of indication of his claim on her.
He takes his wand from amongst his clothes, disturbing a slightly disgruntled Minerva, and casts a complex charm.
A light, much like the one earlier, grows over Severus's chest and then coalesces into a thin ribbon which begins winding round and round one of Minerva's fingers.
He's trembling with the effort required to hold the spell by the time the light fades leaving a simple gold band round her finger.
He eyes it doubtfully.
Are you sure that's alright, he asks. I've never tried that spell before, and frankly I was expecting something a little more dramatic.
~Minerva stares, first at the concentration on Severus' face, then at the ring on her hand. Large tears begin to gather in her eyes, as a wobbly smile crosses her face.~
It's perfect, Severus. Classic, elegant, beautiful -- just like the man I love.
I mean, it's supposed to spin out my love for you into a ring, and I think it looks a little small. I was expecting something well bigger, and definitely with more emeralds.
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He doesn't really want to talk about it until he's had a chance to get things sorted out in his own mind.
Severus looks at Minerva sat on the bed, and remembers his earlier promise to worship at her feet. He drops to his knees in front of her and, capturing her eyes with his, he begins to slide off her shoes.
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Oooohh, Severus. How would you feel about a new title? Offical masseur to the Headmistress?
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Severus feels certain that Minerva will be evicted tomorrow - it's par for the course in his life. If he's enjoying something it will be wrested away from him. And he's damned if he's letting her go without some sort of indication of his claim on her.
He takes his wand from amongst his clothes, disturbing a slightly disgruntled Minerva, and casts a complex charm.
A light, much like the one earlier, grows over Severus's chest and then coalesces into a thin ribbon which begins winding round and round one of Minerva's fingers.
He's trembling with the effort required to hold the spell by the time the light fades leaving a simple gold band round her finger.
He eyes it doubtfully.
Are you sure that's alright, he asks. I've never tried that spell before, and frankly I was expecting something a little more dramatic.
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It's perfect, Severus. Classic, elegant, beautiful -- just like the man I love.
~She kisses him tenderly~
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I mean, it's supposed to spin out my love for you into a ring, and I think it looks a little small. I was expecting something well bigger, and definitely with more emeralds.
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It's wonderful, Severus. I wouldn't want anything fancy. Our love for each other is pure and simple -- it doesn't require adornment.
~She notices the tray of biscuits still beside the bed, and, taking two, hands one to him.~
For some odd reason, I'm absolutely famished.
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