FIC: Game of Letters 13
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Title: Game of Letters 13
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: pre-Severus/Remus
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200
Dear Severus,
Thank you for finally meeting up with me. I must admit that it was not at all what I had expected from you. In fact, after our one failed attempt at meeting I had expected another disappointment.
I had not expected you to come storming in with fiery eyes and clenched fists. I had not expected the torrent of insults. I certainly had not expected that fierce kiss.
Even now I’m not sure what it meant or how it happened. One moment we were arguing and you were insulting James Potter, if I recall correctly. And the next you were on me and I was on my back on my desk with my new grading quill digging into my back. In fact, I believe you owe me a new quill now. I will take it out in trade, however, if you want to do this again.
I can’t forget the sensation of your hands rubbing the backs of my thighs or my cock sliding into your arse. It’s like I’m still there somehow—magically. And you had a phial of lube in your pocket. You were prepared. You had this in mind all along, didn’t you?
Sincerely,
Remus
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: pre-Severus/Remus
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200
Dear Severus,
Thank you for finally meeting up with me. I must admit that it was not at all what I had expected from you. In fact, after our one failed attempt at meeting I had expected another disappointment.
I had not expected you to come storming in with fiery eyes and clenched fists. I had not expected the torrent of insults. I certainly had not expected that fierce kiss.
Even now I’m not sure what it meant or how it happened. One moment we were arguing and you were insulting James Potter, if I recall correctly. And the next you were on me and I was on my back on my desk with my new grading quill digging into my back. In fact, I believe you owe me a new quill now. I will take it out in trade, however, if you want to do this again.
I can’t forget the sensation of your hands rubbing the backs of my thighs or my cock sliding into your arse. It’s like I’m still there somehow—magically. And you had a phial of lube in your pocket. You were prepared. You had this in mind all along, didn’t you?
Sincerely,
Remus