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snape_rarepairs 24 hour drabble challenge, prompt: exposé. NC-17. Also FF100 prompt #65: Passing.
"You ridiculous tart," he says, gripping her thighs and forcing them apart. She smirks at him, red lips pursed and blonde hair all spread out against the pillow.
“It’s your big night. I thought I’d do something special to mark the occasion.”
Mark, indeed. He stares at the tattoo, for once in his life not completely slain by the stockings and suspenders and the wisp of black lace, but by the ink marring the skin of her thigh. It’s a snake, and it’s an ‘S’, and it could stand for Slytherin but for that fact that he knows it means ‘Severus’.
“Kiss it,” she breathes, writhing again, forcing him to watch her breasts strain against her bra and her throat curve back, long and exposed. “And then me. When you kill him, I want your mouth to still taste like my cunt.”
She cries out when he sinks his teeth into the fresh tattoo; he hisses when her nails dig hard into his shoulder.
He’s crazy for trusting her and even crazier for wanting her, but she’s always had that affect on him. She’ll clear his name when the time is right, but she doesn’t care that he’s about to kill the greatest wizard who ever lived. She bucks her hips and hisses filthy words as he licks her, and doesn’t give a fuck about anything except the story.
snape_rarepairs 24 hour drabble challenge, prompt: exposé. NC-17. Also FF100 prompt #65: Passing."You ridiculous tart," he says, gripping her thighs and forcing them apart. She smirks at him, red lips pursed and blonde hair all spread out against the pillow.
“It’s your big night. I thought I’d do something special to mark the occasion.”
Mark, indeed. He stares at the tattoo, for once in his life not completely slain by the stockings and suspenders and the wisp of black lace, but by the ink marring the skin of her thigh. It’s a snake, and it’s an ‘S’, and it could stand for Slytherin but for that fact that he knows it means ‘Severus’.
“Kiss it,” she breathes, writhing again, forcing him to watch her breasts strain against her bra and her throat curve back, long and exposed. “And then me. When you kill him, I want your mouth to still taste like my cunt.”
She cries out when he sinks his teeth into the fresh tattoo; he hisses when her nails dig hard into his shoulder.
He’s crazy for trusting her and even crazier for wanting her, but she’s always had that affect on him. She’ll clear his name when the time is right, but she doesn’t care that he’s about to kill the greatest wizard who ever lived. She bucks her hips and hisses filthy words as he licks her, and doesn’t give a fuck about anything except the story.
