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Snape/Langdon (HP/DaVinciCode)
"I can't believe you managed to get us into this situation."
"How did this suddenly become my fault?" Robert asked, pushing at the door futily.
"It has not suddenly become your fault; it has always been your fault," Severus replied primly. He lounged against the back wall of the small closet, looking quite at home in the dark, cramped space, which Langdon found very disquieting.
"Instead of standing there and insulting me, could you try to help me with this door." Langdon pushed harder against the solid wood, his shoulder screaming. "It's not easy work."
"There's really no point in it," Snape said, inspecting his fingernails and plucking at a hangnail. Langdon could feel a slow, irritating tide of rage building somewhere behind his knees. He pushed it down, concentrating on getting out of the damn closet.
Oh, the irony, Langdon thought.
"The only thing you'll accomplish is dislocating your shoulder, and I refuse to play nursemaid to your wounded pride," Snape continued over the stream of Robert's thoughts. Without realizing it, Langdon was across the small space, hand fisted in Snape's strange clothing, and snarling in his face.
"I am sick of your incessant whining. We have mere hours to save three men's lives and you are being a petty thorn in my side! Either shut up or start cooperating and attempting to get us out of here," he said fiercely, nearly panting with fury.
To Langdon's intense surprise, Severus seemed more intent on him now, though there was no fear or shock in his dark eyes. He seemed to be...sizing him up?
As if losing your temper is good, Langdon thought, completely bemused.
Detachedly, he watched as Snape's face came closer, not comprehending what was going to happen until it was already happening, and then there were lips on his--slightly chapped, but gentle and coaxing.
When Robert finally came to his senses and started to kiss back, the other man was already pulling away and staring at him with eyes that burned.
"Door's open."
"...Fuck."
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Sirius/Remus, motorbike
Remus watched the very first time that Sirius reverentially straddled the seat of his motorbike. The low hum of the bike was reassuring in a way that not even the wicked smile on Sirius' face could ever be.
Remus dreamed later of that smile as it skittered across the planes of his abdomen, huffing laughter against his hip bone and murmuring obscene things to his thigh.
Remus watched the first time that Sirius took a girl up on his motorbike, and something deep in his chest constricted. Sirius didn't come back to his bed until the wee hours of the morning, stumbling and reeking of sex and perfume.
Remus dreamed later of being that girl, riding high above the clouds with his arms tight about Sirius' waist and laughing, laughing, laughing.
Remus watched the first time that Sirius noticed him. He felt the slow burn of arousal curling in his stomach as Sirius' eyes traveled up his legs and across his torso before finally coming to lock with his own.
Remus dreamed later of those eyes boring into his as Sirius fucked him slowly to ecstacy.
Remus watched every first time. He knows that Sirius can hurt him--he just doesn't care.
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First time Severus held his daughter
"She's so...small," Severus said, eyebrows scrunched in concern.
"Yes," Marianne replied, amused, "babies usually are."
"But--" he paused to watch as the small bundle of blankets reached out and grabbed his finger, "is it healthy to be that small?"
"You turned out fine, didn't you?"
"I don't think I was ever this small," he said thoughtfully. Marianne started to snicker.
"You are a sentimental old sap down in there somewhere, aren't you?"
"...Shut up," he said, without any real rancour.
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Snape/Langdon (HP/DaVinciCode)
"I can't believe you managed to get us into this situation."
"How did this suddenly become my fault?" Robert asked, pushing at the door futily.
"It has not suddenly become your fault; it has always been your fault," Severus replied primly. He lounged against the back wall of the small closet, looking quite at home in the dark, cramped space, which Langdon found very disquieting.
"Instead of standing there and insulting me, could you try to help me with this door." Langdon pushed harder against the solid wood, his shoulder screaming. "It's not easy work."
"There's really no point in it," Snape said, inspecting his fingernails and plucking at a hangnail. Langdon could feel a slow, irritating tide of rage building somewhere behind his knees. He pushed it down, concentrating on getting out of the damn closet.
Oh, the irony, Langdon thought.
"The only thing you'll accomplish is dislocating your shoulder, and I refuse to play nursemaid to your wounded pride," Snape continued over the stream of Robert's thoughts. Without realizing it, Langdon was across the small space, hand fisted in Snape's strange clothing, and snarling in his face.
"I am sick of your incessant whining. We have mere hours to save three men's lives and you are being a petty thorn in my side! Either shut up or start cooperating and attempting to get us out of here," he said fiercely, nearly panting with fury.
To Langdon's intense surprise, Severus seemed more intent on him now, though there was no fear or shock in his dark eyes. He seemed to be...sizing him up?
As if losing your temper is good, Langdon thought, completely bemused.
Detachedly, he watched as Snape's face came closer, not comprehending what was going to happen until it was already happening, and then there were lips on his--slightly chapped, but gentle and coaxing.
When Robert finally came to his senses and started to kiss back, the other man was already pulling away and staring at him with eyes that burned.
"Door's open."
"...Fuck."
___________
Sirius/Remus, motorbike
Remus watched the very first time that Sirius reverentially straddled the seat of his motorbike. The low hum of the bike was reassuring in a way that not even the wicked smile on Sirius' face could ever be.
Remus dreamed later of that smile as it skittered across the planes of his abdomen, huffing laughter against his hip bone and murmuring obscene things to his thigh.
Remus watched the first time that Sirius took a girl up on his motorbike, and something deep in his chest constricted. Sirius didn't come back to his bed until the wee hours of the morning, stumbling and reeking of sex and perfume.
Remus dreamed later of being that girl, riding high above the clouds with his arms tight about Sirius' waist and laughing, laughing, laughing.
Remus watched the first time that Sirius noticed him. He felt the slow burn of arousal curling in his stomach as Sirius' eyes traveled up his legs and across his torso before finally coming to lock with his own.
Remus dreamed later of those eyes boring into his as Sirius fucked him slowly to ecstacy.
Remus watched every first time. He knows that Sirius can hurt him--he just doesn't care.
___________
First time Severus held his daughter
"She's so...small," Severus said, eyebrows scrunched in concern.
"Yes," Marianne replied, amused, "babies usually are."
"But--" he paused to watch as the small bundle of blankets reached out and grabbed his finger, "is it healthy to be that small?"
"You turned out fine, didn't you?"
"I don't think I was ever this small," he said thoughtfully. Marianne started to snicker.
"You are a sentimental old sap down in there somewhere, aren't you?"
"...Shut up," he said, without any real rancour.
___________