[Fic:] Chapter 17 El Intermideo I
Title: Chapter 17 El Intermideo I
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count : 1.204
Notes:find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn all the beta!
used for
hp_bunintheoven February prompt 1: Hope
Summary: What happens in Spain, does not stay in Spain. Part One
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned this chapter: present tense
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 17 El Intermideo I
"I'm sorry, Severus. I know we made plans, but sadly, so did my mother. There is a portkey going to take me wherever she wants me to be in less than an hour. And though I would rather spend my time with you, my mother is best not to be vexed." Blaise sighs.
The letter had arrived just mere moments before, and Blaise couldn't understand the ill timing of it all. The one week they have set aside- the one week Severus promised him, and has made frequent comments about how Blaise would enjoy being at his mercy this long, and that if Blaise was good, he would be so good to Blaise as well - even now thinking about it, makes excitement dance in his belly.
But, it is not meant to be. Because his mother wants to see him and discuss something with him. For not one conceivable reason Blaise can make out, he has to visit her.
In Spain.
Now.
"Interesting," Severus replies, surprising Blaise with the calm reaction.
"Interesting? Now that is a description I would not have used for the current situation," he huffs.
It isn't only because all their planning and teasing came down to nothing. In a part of his heart which, to tell the truth, he rarely acknowledges that he has in the first place, he has been looking forward to spending so much time with Severus. To become a bigger part in the man's routine, and to get to know him more... intimately.
So, that little, not often-acknowledged part of himself is disappointed how things have worked out.
"Interesting because there are new possibilities, that we so far have never had the opportunity to play with. If you want to, of course," Severus drawls.
Blaise will never get enough of hearing such a teasing but also exciting tone to that deep voice. And if goosebumps spread over his arms, who has to know?
"Play how? I mean, won't you be here and I will be, well, there?"
There is an amused frown on Severus face, as he answers: "I know I do not apply magic that often when indulging your proclivities. But, please reassure me that you actually have not forgotten that we are wizards, and therefore we have the immediacy of magic."
"Not to take your role and be unhelpfully pessimistic, but you can't just portkey in and out each day. Not only because it is highly suspicious behaviour and, well the Ministry is still a bit ruffled, but also because someone is bound to notice," Blaise replies. Although his voice is dripping with sarcasm, he still gives in to his dramatic side and throws his arms into the air and turns around to start pacing.
He is disappointed, unamused and rather under a lot of pressure. There has been a week of glorious sex in his calendar, and now he has to spend it with his mother of all things. There is torture and then there is the great unfairness of life. This is the latter.
The snort he receives from behind him does nothing to lighten his mood.
"Pet, have I ever disappointed you? Have I ever failed to play with you in a way that satisfied your every need?" Severus asks, voice confident. Rather presumptuous from the arrogant bastard! Sadly though,at the moment Blaise cannot deny the assumption.
"So, it stands to reason that you believe me when I tell you that it will be an interesting week, for the both of us. Now, however, you should go and pack for your week with your loving mother. And Blaise, don't pack anything black or green, and make sure to bring the slim trousers with you, they make you look rather devious," Severus orders.
Blaise turns around to stare at the man. He couldn't be serious, could he?
Severus raises an eyebrow. "Why are you still here? Did I fail to make myself clear, boy?"
Blaise stares in shock, before he ever so slightly shakes his head in denial and walks over to the floo.
"Your family owns property in Spain where I might reach you, should I so desire, per owl or floo?" Severus asks, already picking up his magazine again.
"El Castillo la Belleza. If we are not there, at least the houseelves there should know how to reach me," Blaise answers and then floos home.
With a lot of disbelieve he packs a suitcase. Not that it would have been necessary, as there is a perfectly filled wardrobe in Spain waiting for him. Yet here he is, packing and leaving all his favourite trousers and shirts behind. And, to top it off, he loathes his slim trousers, they always feel too tight, and he does not enjoy wearing them, no matter how often Pansy tells him that they make his arse look fantastic. Normal trousers with the right cut do the trick just as well.
Still, while he is grumbling and cursing, he complies with the order, because he doesn't dare to think what would happen if he doesn't.
He manages to be ready just in time for the portkey to whisk him away to Spain.
Chapter 18: @lj | @dw
This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/114792.html.
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count : 1.204
Notes:find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn all the beta!
used for
hp_bunintheoven February prompt 1: Hope
Summary: What happens in Spain, does not stay in Spain. Part One
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned this chapter: present tense
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 17 El Intermideo I
"I'm sorry, Severus. I know we made plans, but sadly, so did my mother. There is a portkey going to take me wherever she wants me to be in less than an hour. And though I would rather spend my time with you, my mother is best not to be vexed." Blaise sighs.
The letter had arrived just mere moments before, and Blaise couldn't understand the ill timing of it all. The one week they have set aside- the one week Severus promised him, and has made frequent comments about how Blaise would enjoy being at his mercy this long, and that if Blaise was good, he would be so good to Blaise as well - even now thinking about it, makes excitement dance in his belly.
But, it is not meant to be. Because his mother wants to see him and discuss something with him. For not one conceivable reason Blaise can make out, he has to visit her.
In Spain.
Now.
"Interesting," Severus replies, surprising Blaise with the calm reaction.
"Interesting? Now that is a description I would not have used for the current situation," he huffs.
It isn't only because all their planning and teasing came down to nothing. In a part of his heart which, to tell the truth, he rarely acknowledges that he has in the first place, he has been looking forward to spending so much time with Severus. To become a bigger part in the man's routine, and to get to know him more... intimately.
So, that little, not often-acknowledged part of himself is disappointed how things have worked out.
"Interesting because there are new possibilities, that we so far have never had the opportunity to play with. If you want to, of course," Severus drawls.
Blaise will never get enough of hearing such a teasing but also exciting tone to that deep voice. And if goosebumps spread over his arms, who has to know?
"Play how? I mean, won't you be here and I will be, well, there?"
There is an amused frown on Severus face, as he answers: "I know I do not apply magic that often when indulging your proclivities. But, please reassure me that you actually have not forgotten that we are wizards, and therefore we have the immediacy of magic."
"Not to take your role and be unhelpfully pessimistic, but you can't just portkey in and out each day. Not only because it is highly suspicious behaviour and, well the Ministry is still a bit ruffled, but also because someone is bound to notice," Blaise replies. Although his voice is dripping with sarcasm, he still gives in to his dramatic side and throws his arms into the air and turns around to start pacing.
He is disappointed, unamused and rather under a lot of pressure. There has been a week of glorious sex in his calendar, and now he has to spend it with his mother of all things. There is torture and then there is the great unfairness of life. This is the latter.
The snort he receives from behind him does nothing to lighten his mood.
"Pet, have I ever disappointed you? Have I ever failed to play with you in a way that satisfied your every need?" Severus asks, voice confident. Rather presumptuous from the arrogant bastard! Sadly though,at the moment Blaise cannot deny the assumption.
"So, it stands to reason that you believe me when I tell you that it will be an interesting week, for the both of us. Now, however, you should go and pack for your week with your loving mother. And Blaise, don't pack anything black or green, and make sure to bring the slim trousers with you, they make you look rather devious," Severus orders.
Blaise turns around to stare at the man. He couldn't be serious, could he?
Severus raises an eyebrow. "Why are you still here? Did I fail to make myself clear, boy?"
Blaise stares in shock, before he ever so slightly shakes his head in denial and walks over to the floo.
"Your family owns property in Spain where I might reach you, should I so desire, per owl or floo?" Severus asks, already picking up his magazine again.
"El Castillo la Belleza. If we are not there, at least the houseelves there should know how to reach me," Blaise answers and then floos home.
With a lot of disbelieve he packs a suitcase. Not that it would have been necessary, as there is a perfectly filled wardrobe in Spain waiting for him. Yet here he is, packing and leaving all his favourite trousers and shirts behind. And, to top it off, he loathes his slim trousers, they always feel too tight, and he does not enjoy wearing them, no matter how often Pansy tells him that they make his arse look fantastic. Normal trousers with the right cut do the trick just as well.
Still, while he is grumbling and cursing, he complies with the order, because he doesn't dare to think what would happen if he doesn't.
He manages to be ready just in time for the portkey to whisk him away to Spain.
Chapter 18: @lj | @dw
This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/114792.html.