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snupin100Title: Tea Towel
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Words: 8 x 100
Rating: G to hard R, I reckon
Prompt: Alphabet-H for House Elf
A/N: I'm pretty sure the house elfness is present in each piece. Since there's clearly no way I'm going to write more drabbles than you maniacs with the dozens (:D) I went for making one coherent story which is also eight teeny stories. I therefore didn't title them separately--clearly I sucked at coming up with even one title.
Tea Towel
1
Severus occasionally wonders whether he might not have been better off perishing in the bloody war, but that's pride and emotion talking, and while those things are important, colder logic tells him that that would only mean no chance of reprieve, and if he's not accustomed to hope, he's also unwilling to exclude it. Therefore, each day he sighs and adjusts his (oversize, but it's the concept that matters) tea towel and goes to work. Sundays are perhaps worst; he works for Longbottom and the incompetent fool is solicitous and that's worse than Weasley's scorn. Tuesdays, fortunately, he serves Lupin.
--
2
The terms are simple enough: he cannot have any one master, because that way he cannot be released. Instead, he serves in rotation: Longbottom, Potter, Lupin, Weasley, Lovegood, Granger (who treats him like she does any other House Elf, refusing to command him while she sits and pities him), and, on Saturdays, to prevent collusive release by the witnesses on his behalf, Finnigan, who hates him.
He arrives each morning before dawn, as required, and commences: cleaning and repotting and generally toiling. Except on Fridays (Granger) and Tuesdays, when the 'work' required of him is of a different nature altogether.
--
3
"Lupin." He isn't allowed to remove the towel (that's not Lupin's rule; it's uniformly enforced. He's stopped being amused by the word uniform when he thinks of this), so he slides under the covers still 'dressed' and runs his fingers along naked skin, over old scars and fresher ones until Lupin wakes and greets him.
The terms of the arrangement specify that Lupin is in charge, so Severus can't ask--literally can't; he's constrained--for anything or take any sort of lead.
Fortunately, the authors of his sentence failed to consider the value of Legilimency. It's not asking; it's …showing.
--
4
Severus positions himself as instructed: hands on the headboard and knees wide. Lupin hasn't actually touched him yet, but he's hard and anxious, both because his sentence has included a compulsion charm that encourages him to want to please his masters, and partly because he's desperate, after a week, to feel Lupin's cock inside him. Later, if this week is like others, Lupin will direct him to perform in more leisurely fashion, but the first time is always fast and a little bit rough. When hands push up the hem of the towel and lips find his hole, he groans.
--
5
Magical creatures are counted among beasts insofar as it pertains to breeding, and legally, Severus is a House Elf. This means every time they fuck, it's technically an act of bestiality.
Once, when he arrived before the moon had set, they had made it true in fact as well, with a long wet tongue lapping at Severus's balls and hole for nearly half an hour until Lupin pulled back and transformed. And then lunged forward and fucked Severus so hard he was bruised the rest of the week despite spending all day brewing analgesics.
He keeps hoping to repeat it.
--
6
"I'm going to get the sentence overturned, you know." Lupin says this, or something like it, every week, and Severus nods. He knows better than to hold out much hope, but it's part of their interaction each week, as they lie in bed and Severus satisfies his Tuesday master.
What Severus isn't sure how to explain, even if House Elves could argue--and while he can effectively agree using Legilimency, he can't really argue that way--is that because he wants to continue spending time in Lupin's bed, he fears the absence of service. What if they don't work, then?
--
7
Granger is the one who manages the impossible. He walks into her sitting room, and she smiles ear to ear and hands him trousers and a shirt.
He reaches to take them, aware this won't matter, but as he takes them, the compulsion charm lifts, and he staggers and sits on the couch fast. She's matter of fact as she banishes the towel and helps him dress, and then she kneels. "Snape."
He needs so many things he doesn't know where to begin, so he doesn't.
She grins again and lifts his chin. "Severus. Remus is waiting. You should go."
--
8
It's early yet, and the January sun won't be up for two hours, but the kitchen light is on and the door opens before he knocks.
Tea is waiting on the table.
"Hermione sent word," Lupin says. "Tea?"
Severus bites his lip. He hasn't forgotten how to object (hardly!) but it feels wobbly and strange. He stares at the tea and takes a breath and says, "There's something I want more."
Lupin chuckles. "We have all day."
"Yes; however--"
"And all night."
Severus blinks. All night. No curfew. No damned uniform towel. Naked skin and sex-scented sheets… "Oh."
"Tea?"
"Yes."
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Words: 8 x 100
Rating: G to hard R, I reckon
Prompt: Alphabet-H for House Elf
A/N: I'm pretty sure the house elfness is present in each piece. Since there's clearly no way I'm going to write more drabbles than you maniacs with the dozens (:D) I went for making one coherent story which is also eight teeny stories. I therefore didn't title them separately--clearly I sucked at coming up with even one title.
Tea Towel
1
Severus occasionally wonders whether he might not have been better off perishing in the bloody war, but that's pride and emotion talking, and while those things are important, colder logic tells him that that would only mean no chance of reprieve, and if he's not accustomed to hope, he's also unwilling to exclude it. Therefore, each day he sighs and adjusts his (oversize, but it's the concept that matters) tea towel and goes to work. Sundays are perhaps worst; he works for Longbottom and the incompetent fool is solicitous and that's worse than Weasley's scorn. Tuesdays, fortunately, he serves Lupin.
--
2
The terms are simple enough: he cannot have any one master, because that way he cannot be released. Instead, he serves in rotation: Longbottom, Potter, Lupin, Weasley, Lovegood, Granger (who treats him like she does any other House Elf, refusing to command him while she sits and pities him), and, on Saturdays, to prevent collusive release by the witnesses on his behalf, Finnigan, who hates him.
He arrives each morning before dawn, as required, and commences: cleaning and repotting and generally toiling. Except on Fridays (Granger) and Tuesdays, when the 'work' required of him is of a different nature altogether.
--
3
"Lupin." He isn't allowed to remove the towel (that's not Lupin's rule; it's uniformly enforced. He's stopped being amused by the word uniform when he thinks of this), so he slides under the covers still 'dressed' and runs his fingers along naked skin, over old scars and fresher ones until Lupin wakes and greets him.
The terms of the arrangement specify that Lupin is in charge, so Severus can't ask--literally can't; he's constrained--for anything or take any sort of lead.
Fortunately, the authors of his sentence failed to consider the value of Legilimency. It's not asking; it's …showing.
--
4
Severus positions himself as instructed: hands on the headboard and knees wide. Lupin hasn't actually touched him yet, but he's hard and anxious, both because his sentence has included a compulsion charm that encourages him to want to please his masters, and partly because he's desperate, after a week, to feel Lupin's cock inside him. Later, if this week is like others, Lupin will direct him to perform in more leisurely fashion, but the first time is always fast and a little bit rough. When hands push up the hem of the towel and lips find his hole, he groans.
--
5
Magical creatures are counted among beasts insofar as it pertains to breeding, and legally, Severus is a House Elf. This means every time they fuck, it's technically an act of bestiality.
Once, when he arrived before the moon had set, they had made it true in fact as well, with a long wet tongue lapping at Severus's balls and hole for nearly half an hour until Lupin pulled back and transformed. And then lunged forward and fucked Severus so hard he was bruised the rest of the week despite spending all day brewing analgesics.
He keeps hoping to repeat it.
--
6
"I'm going to get the sentence overturned, you know." Lupin says this, or something like it, every week, and Severus nods. He knows better than to hold out much hope, but it's part of their interaction each week, as they lie in bed and Severus satisfies his Tuesday master.
What Severus isn't sure how to explain, even if House Elves could argue--and while he can effectively agree using Legilimency, he can't really argue that way--is that because he wants to continue spending time in Lupin's bed, he fears the absence of service. What if they don't work, then?
--
7
Granger is the one who manages the impossible. He walks into her sitting room, and she smiles ear to ear and hands him trousers and a shirt.
He reaches to take them, aware this won't matter, but as he takes them, the compulsion charm lifts, and he staggers and sits on the couch fast. She's matter of fact as she banishes the towel and helps him dress, and then she kneels. "Snape."
He needs so many things he doesn't know where to begin, so he doesn't.
She grins again and lifts his chin. "Severus. Remus is waiting. You should go."
--
8
It's early yet, and the January sun won't be up for two hours, but the kitchen light is on and the door opens before he knocks.
Tea is waiting on the table.
"Hermione sent word," Lupin says. "Tea?"
Severus bites his lip. He hasn't forgotten how to object (hardly!) but it feels wobbly and strange. He stares at the tea and takes a breath and says, "There's something I want more."
Lupin chuckles. "We have all day."
"Yes; however--"
"And all night."
Severus blinks. All night. No curfew. No damned uniform towel. Naked skin and sex-scented sheets… "Oh."
"Tea?"
"Yes."
