Slytherin Romance
Challenge Eight: An Evening with Severus Snape
Title: Slytherin Romance
Author: shadowycat
Main wizard: Severus Snape
Characters: Minerva McGonagall
Rating/Warnings: G/PG
Genres: Romance
Word count: Exactly 500
Prompt: The sound of his voice
“Now just lean back and relax. Let my voice be the only thing you think about,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against her ear. His lips pressed light kisses against the pulse at her throat while his hands began to knead the tense muscles of her shoulders.
Minerva sighed as she let the sound of his voice wash over her like a cascade of warm water. “Mmmm… You know I could listen to your voice for hours. Unless you’re arguing with me, of course,” she murmured back, a gentle smile on her lips.
The low sound of his sudden laughter sent shivers down her spine. “Now Minerva, you know that arguing with me is one of your favorite pastimes.”
Her lips twitched. “Only if I win.”
“A rarity,” he said as his hands began to work their way along her still tense shoulders.
Suddenly she whirled around and slid her arms around his neck, pressing close against him and looking up into his eyes. “Not so very rare. I was right about Mr. Malfoy today, wasn’t I?”
Snape grimaced. “Malfoy’s a twit. You’ll get no argument there, but you know I have to tread carefully…”
“Yes,” she agreed. “I know. Let’s not talk about that now. Tonight is for us.”
“Yes, it is.” His lips curved into a knowing smirk. “I promised you a night of romance as I recall, and I intend to keep my word.”
She smiled a trifle apologetically. “I know you did, and I’m sure you will, although… You’ll have to forgive me, Severus, but as long as I’ve known you and as much as I care about you, I’m afraid that the word “romance” is simply not one that I tend to associate with you.”
“Are you casting aspersions on my abilities as a lover?” His voice took on a playfully menacing tone.
“Oh, no, not at all,” she exclaimed. “You’re a wonderful lover, but passion and sex isn’t quite the same as romance.”
He snorted shortly. “The trouble with you Gryffindors is that you lack imagination. Your idea of romance is candy and flowers, grand gestures and sappy poetry.”
“Really? And how do Slytherins think of romance?” She peered up at him over the rims of her spectacles.
A slow knowing smile crept across his lips, and his elegant hands plucked the glasses from her face, setting them aside before returning to begin pulling pins from her hair.
“Slytherins are more subtle. Our idea of romance is slower and much more sensuous.”
Having freed her hair, he spread it like a gleaming shawl across her shoulders before taking her face in his hands and staring into her eyes. “Nothing is loud or rushed, and the pleasure is… more lasting.”
“I think I’m looking forward to an evening of Slytherin romance,” she whispered, losing herself in the dark depths of his eyes and the low caress of his voice.
“As well you should,” he murmured in satisfaction as he touched his lips to hers.
Title: Slytherin Romance
Author: shadowycat
Main wizard: Severus Snape
Characters: Minerva McGonagall
Rating/Warnings: G/PG
Genres: Romance
Word count: Exactly 500
Prompt: The sound of his voice
“Now just lean back and relax. Let my voice be the only thing you think about,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against her ear. His lips pressed light kisses against the pulse at her throat while his hands began to knead the tense muscles of her shoulders.
Minerva sighed as she let the sound of his voice wash over her like a cascade of warm water. “Mmmm… You know I could listen to your voice for hours. Unless you’re arguing with me, of course,” she murmured back, a gentle smile on her lips.
The low sound of his sudden laughter sent shivers down her spine. “Now Minerva, you know that arguing with me is one of your favorite pastimes.”
Her lips twitched. “Only if I win.”
“A rarity,” he said as his hands began to work their way along her still tense shoulders.
Suddenly she whirled around and slid her arms around his neck, pressing close against him and looking up into his eyes. “Not so very rare. I was right about Mr. Malfoy today, wasn’t I?”
Snape grimaced. “Malfoy’s a twit. You’ll get no argument there, but you know I have to tread carefully…”
“Yes,” she agreed. “I know. Let’s not talk about that now. Tonight is for us.”
“Yes, it is.” His lips curved into a knowing smirk. “I promised you a night of romance as I recall, and I intend to keep my word.”
She smiled a trifle apologetically. “I know you did, and I’m sure you will, although… You’ll have to forgive me, Severus, but as long as I’ve known you and as much as I care about you, I’m afraid that the word “romance” is simply not one that I tend to associate with you.”
“Are you casting aspersions on my abilities as a lover?” His voice took on a playfully menacing tone.
“Oh, no, not at all,” she exclaimed. “You’re a wonderful lover, but passion and sex isn’t quite the same as romance.”
He snorted shortly. “The trouble with you Gryffindors is that you lack imagination. Your idea of romance is candy and flowers, grand gestures and sappy poetry.”
“Really? And how do Slytherins think of romance?” She peered up at him over the rims of her spectacles.
A slow knowing smile crept across his lips, and his elegant hands plucked the glasses from her face, setting them aside before returning to begin pulling pins from her hair.
“Slytherins are more subtle. Our idea of romance is slower and much more sensuous.”
Having freed her hair, he spread it like a gleaming shawl across her shoulders before taking her face in his hands and staring into her eyes. “Nothing is loud or rushed, and the pleasure is… more lasting.”
“I think I’m looking forward to an evening of Slytherin romance,” she whispered, losing herself in the dark depths of his eyes and the low caress of his voice.
“As well you should,” he murmured in satisfaction as he touched his lips to hers.