Happy holidays, alisanne! - Impossible Dreams [HP]
Title: Impossible Dreams
Author: sassy_cissa
Recipient: alisanne
Fandom: HP
Characters or Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: G (sorry)
Warnings: absolutely none…but holiday schmultz
Summary: Christmas is a time for confessions…even those that aren't heard.
Notes: My darling alisanne I was tickled to write this for you. I hope it makes you smile as you always make me smile. Many thanks to L for giving it a once over and to O for, once again, bailing out my arse and holding my hand. Not at the same time. :P
Impossible Dreams
There was a chill in the air as Harry padded down the darkened hallway toward the kitchen, but he was certain it had more to do with the weather outside than with any failure in the warming charms. He refreshed them with an absent wave of his hand as he stopped at the kitchen sink and got a drink of water. Looking through the window, his suspicion was confirmed. He'd forgotten his glasses on the bedside table so the snow outside was a white blur, but he could see enough to know the dusting from that afternoon had turned into an actual blanket of white.
Turning to head back to bed, he passed the sitting room with its small tree in the far corner. The fairy lights were dimmed but they still glowed softly, and he smiled. He's been surprised when he'd come home to find it there, but he shouldn't have been. In the time they'd been together, his lover had done so many things he would have once believed him incapable of. The tree was just the latest. If there was one thing he'd learned during the last year and a half it was the old saying was true; you couldn't judge a book by its cover. And you couldn't tell what was in someone's heart until you knew them well enough for trust to be mutual.
The bedroom door was ajar, and he slipped through soundlessly. The room was brighter than normal because of the snow outside, and he could see the long, lean figure on the right side of the bed. He was a blur from the doorway, but as Harry got closer, his stark features slowly came into view. The blankets had slipped down but still covered his angular hip, but his bare chest rose and fell with each soft breath, and Harry stared at it in appreciation. There was more muscle than his stark black robes hinted at. His head was turned toward the door, and Harry studied the chiseled face with a slight smile. Yes, his nose was large, but Harry now thought it dignified rather than beak-like, and his brows were arched and black, stern unless raised in wry amusement. His chin was square and strong, his lips were full and soft when not pinched in anger, and Harry wondered how he had ever thought him anything other than handsome. "Love changes the way you look at things," Hermione said. Harry thought it was one of the smartest things she'd ever said.
He lifted the blankets to slip beneath, and Severus exhaled a deep breath and opened his eyes. They were instantly alert, and very black.
"Where did you go?"
"I needed a drink of water," Harry answered, scooting under the blankets. "It snowed."
Severus smirked. "In the kitchen?"
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes. "Why yes," he answered dryly. "It's why I was gone so long. I had to search for snow shoes."
Severus' eyes began to shine with amusement. "Impertinent brat."
Harry grinned. "Stuffy old fart." There was a soft snort in the darkness.
He put his feet against Severus' shin, and he hissed. "Your feet are like ice!" he protested.
"I told you," Harry said, curling against his side. "Snow. Cold. Snow shoes." Harry nuzzled his face against Severus' shoulder. "Care to warm me up?"
Severus was still for a second, and then rolled toward him, reaching out and wrapping his arm around Harry's waist. "I might be able to be persuaded."
Harry grinned, then slowly lifted his knee and pressed it gently to Severus' groin. He was already half-hard. "Doesn't seem like it's going to take much persuading." Severus nuzzled Harry's neck and he let his head fall back with a soft sigh.
"Don't let it go to your head," he murmured, his teeth skimming Harry's throat. "I merely took you in out of the kindness of my heart."
Harry laughed. "Oh, that's you, all right. Taking in orphans, saving them from a life of ruin." He twined his fingers in Severus' long, soft hair. "You're a regular Father Christmas."
Severus made an amused sound against Harry's jaw. "What I feel for you is anything but fatherly, Potter." He rolled his hips forward, and Harry could feel he was now fully hard. He smiled and sighed in contentment.
"Glad to hear it." He wrapped his leg over Severus' hip and drew him closer. "I think you may just be my favorite Christmas present this year."
Severus drew back long enough to look into his eyes with a slight smile. "And I can assure you that you are mine. Now, stop talking."
Harry stared into his eyes with a cheeky grin. "Or what?"
One of the black brows arched ironically. "Or I shall simply have to find a way to shut you up."
"Think you can, then?" Harry challenged. Severus narrowed his eyes, and then leaned in.
He kissed Harry, teasingly at first but then with more intensity, and Harry thought his methods were really very effective. They moved together in well-practiced rhythm until they were both gasping and arching into one another. Kisses were frantic and when Harry tipped over the edge, he pressed up into Severus, biting him softly behind ear.
They lay together, limbs tangled and bodies sticky. Harry waved a hand to clean their cooling bodies. He curled into Severus, his head resting on the scarred chest.
"I love you," Harry said softly.
"And I you," was the reply.
Harry closed his eyes and was asleep before he heard the rest of Severus' declaration. "More than I ever dreamed possible, brat."
fin
Author: sassy_cissa
Recipient: alisanne
Fandom: HP
Characters or Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: G (sorry)
Warnings: absolutely none…but holiday schmultz
Summary: Christmas is a time for confessions…even those that aren't heard.
Notes: My darling alisanne I was tickled to write this for you. I hope it makes you smile as you always make me smile. Many thanks to L for giving it a once over and to O for, once again, bailing out my arse and holding my hand. Not at the same time. :P
Impossible Dreams
There was a chill in the air as Harry padded down the darkened hallway toward the kitchen, but he was certain it had more to do with the weather outside than with any failure in the warming charms. He refreshed them with an absent wave of his hand as he stopped at the kitchen sink and got a drink of water. Looking through the window, his suspicion was confirmed. He'd forgotten his glasses on the bedside table so the snow outside was a white blur, but he could see enough to know the dusting from that afternoon had turned into an actual blanket of white.
Turning to head back to bed, he passed the sitting room with its small tree in the far corner. The fairy lights were dimmed but they still glowed softly, and he smiled. He's been surprised when he'd come home to find it there, but he shouldn't have been. In the time they'd been together, his lover had done so many things he would have once believed him incapable of. The tree was just the latest. If there was one thing he'd learned during the last year and a half it was the old saying was true; you couldn't judge a book by its cover. And you couldn't tell what was in someone's heart until you knew them well enough for trust to be mutual.
The bedroom door was ajar, and he slipped through soundlessly. The room was brighter than normal because of the snow outside, and he could see the long, lean figure on the right side of the bed. He was a blur from the doorway, but as Harry got closer, his stark features slowly came into view. The blankets had slipped down but still covered his angular hip, but his bare chest rose and fell with each soft breath, and Harry stared at it in appreciation. There was more muscle than his stark black robes hinted at. His head was turned toward the door, and Harry studied the chiseled face with a slight smile. Yes, his nose was large, but Harry now thought it dignified rather than beak-like, and his brows were arched and black, stern unless raised in wry amusement. His chin was square and strong, his lips were full and soft when not pinched in anger, and Harry wondered how he had ever thought him anything other than handsome. "Love changes the way you look at things," Hermione said. Harry thought it was one of the smartest things she'd ever said.
He lifted the blankets to slip beneath, and Severus exhaled a deep breath and opened his eyes. They were instantly alert, and very black.
"Where did you go?"
"I needed a drink of water," Harry answered, scooting under the blankets. "It snowed."
Severus smirked. "In the kitchen?"
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes. "Why yes," he answered dryly. "It's why I was gone so long. I had to search for snow shoes."
Severus' eyes began to shine with amusement. "Impertinent brat."
Harry grinned. "Stuffy old fart." There was a soft snort in the darkness.
He put his feet against Severus' shin, and he hissed. "Your feet are like ice!" he protested.
"I told you," Harry said, curling against his side. "Snow. Cold. Snow shoes." Harry nuzzled his face against Severus' shoulder. "Care to warm me up?"
Severus was still for a second, and then rolled toward him, reaching out and wrapping his arm around Harry's waist. "I might be able to be persuaded."
Harry grinned, then slowly lifted his knee and pressed it gently to Severus' groin. He was already half-hard. "Doesn't seem like it's going to take much persuading." Severus nuzzled Harry's neck and he let his head fall back with a soft sigh.
"Don't let it go to your head," he murmured, his teeth skimming Harry's throat. "I merely took you in out of the kindness of my heart."
Harry laughed. "Oh, that's you, all right. Taking in orphans, saving them from a life of ruin." He twined his fingers in Severus' long, soft hair. "You're a regular Father Christmas."
Severus made an amused sound against Harry's jaw. "What I feel for you is anything but fatherly, Potter." He rolled his hips forward, and Harry could feel he was now fully hard. He smiled and sighed in contentment.
"Glad to hear it." He wrapped his leg over Severus' hip and drew him closer. "I think you may just be my favorite Christmas present this year."
Severus drew back long enough to look into his eyes with a slight smile. "And I can assure you that you are mine. Now, stop talking."
Harry stared into his eyes with a cheeky grin. "Or what?"
One of the black brows arched ironically. "Or I shall simply have to find a way to shut you up."
"Think you can, then?" Harry challenged. Severus narrowed his eyes, and then leaned in.
He kissed Harry, teasingly at first but then with more intensity, and Harry thought his methods were really very effective. They moved together in well-practiced rhythm until they were both gasping and arching into one another. Kisses were frantic and when Harry tipped over the edge, he pressed up into Severus, biting him softly behind ear.
They lay together, limbs tangled and bodies sticky. Harry waved a hand to clean their cooling bodies. He curled into Severus, his head resting on the scarred chest.
"I love you," Harry said softly.
"And I you," was the reply.
Harry closed his eyes and was asleep before he heard the rest of Severus' declaration. "More than I ever dreamed possible, brat."
fin