I <3 Everwood
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lierdumoaAbout the mood thing -- I actually mean sore in the physical sense. I learned recently that it's not a good idea to swim twenty laps across an olympic sized pool when you haven't done any swimming for a month. Just FYI.
Now, on to other things. I've got a new obsession: Everwood slash. I can't believe I didn't realize before how much slash potential that show has. It's full of pretty boys with issues. Gregory Smith wins the prize for unconventional good looks. Generally, none of the characters annoy me. AND, I've discovered some really quality fanfiction out there for both Bright/Ephram and Colin/Ephram (I refuse to read Bright/Colin).
*Happy sigh*
On to other things. Hey guys - wanna see what a work in progress really looks like? I wrote a scene for the next chapter in Bitter Water. I jumped ahead to write it, so it doesn't exactly fit in with the rest of the timeline yet. Canonically, it fits in right after the shrieking shack incident in PoA.
Afterwards.
Severus cornered Sirius in the hallway next to the kitchens, a thin, wicked smile curling his lips. His eyes were turned cold and dead. Sirius supressed a shiver. "What do you want, Snape?"
"Oh, I want a lot of things. I want to put that animal you call a friend in a cage where he belongs. I want to see the look on Potter's face when he finds out you've been expelled. Mostly -- mostly I want to watch you suffer."
"You can't get me expelled. Dumbledore won't allow it."
"I can do anything I want. Dumbledore is not self-employed. I need only appeal to one of his superiors."
"So have you come here to blackmail me? Is that it? I won't play your little game."
Severus' lips curled into a thin pout. "No, you won't, will you. Merlin forbid you do anything to hurt your pride." He sighed. "Ever the arrogant Gryffindor."
"Don't patronize me."
"Big word, Black. I'm impressed."
Sirius raised a fist toward Severus.
"Going to hit me, then? As if you weren't in enough trouble before."
Sirius paused.
"Well go on then. I'm not stopping you. Beat me to a bloody pulp."
"You don't think I will?"
"I think you'll try."
"We've played this game before, Snape. I always win. What makes this time will be any different?"
"This time, I'm not afraid to kill you."
Sirius faltered. "Dumbledore confiscated both our wands."
"Indeed he did."
"You can't possibly expect to hurt me without one."
"I can't?" Severus smiled. A tense silence followed. Eventually, Severus spoke up again -- "You're move, Black."
Sirius paused, debating what to do. He knew that he had a habit of acting before thinking. Instinct was telling him that now was a time to think. The smart thing to do would of course be to leave. Sirius dropped his fist and turned to go.
But before he could finish his first step, Severus kicked out his foot, shoving Sirius to the ground, rage gleaming in his black eyes. "Don't you dare," Severus hissed. "You started this. You'll finish it. You think you can take the moral high-ground now?"
Sirius pushed himself up from his prostrate position and turned to face Severus. Anger at what the Slytherin had just done tore through him, eradicating his sense of reason. He cracked his knuckles menacingly. "Fine, Snape," he growled. "If that's how you want it."
He drove foreward, punching Severus hard in the stomach. He followed quickly with a kick to the groin. Severus curled in on himself, grimacing in pain. He took two harsh breaths and then straightened, facing Sirius with some approximation of a fighting stance. Sirius laughed at this effort before wrapping both hands around Severus' neck and slamming him up against the nearest wall. "Not afraid to kill me, Snape? Tell me this - are you afraid to die?"
Severus broke out of the bruising hold in a burst of adrenalin. He twisted his fingers into the Gryffindor's hair and pushed foreward until Sirius was backed up against the opposite wall. "I'm not afraid of anything," Severus whispered. His words were like a promise. He rose, lifting up onto the toes of his feet, moving until his face was level with his opponent's. "I'm not afraid of anything," he said again.
And then, he was pressing his lips to Sirius', his eyes turning dark and strange as he breathed in and in. *This is what killing is to a dementor...*
Sirius felt as though he were floating, as though he were fading. Memories flickered and popped into his mind, dimming at the seam between their lips. A weak moan escaped from the back of his throat. His hands began to tremble. *Maybe I'm dying,* he mused.
*Maybe.*
Thoughts faded. Sirius opened his mouth. And slid his tongue foreward. And...
Sorry to dissappoint, but no one gets to read the actual sex until I finish the whole chapter. Except for my betas.
Lucky them, aye.
Now, on to other things. I've got a new obsession: Everwood slash. I can't believe I didn't realize before how much slash potential that show has. It's full of pretty boys with issues. Gregory Smith wins the prize for unconventional good looks. Generally, none of the characters annoy me. AND, I've discovered some really quality fanfiction out there for both Bright/Ephram and Colin/Ephram (I refuse to read Bright/Colin).
*Happy sigh*
On to other things. Hey guys - wanna see what a work in progress really looks like? I wrote a scene for the next chapter in Bitter Water. I jumped ahead to write it, so it doesn't exactly fit in with the rest of the timeline yet. Canonically, it fits in right after the shrieking shack incident in PoA.
Afterwards.
Severus cornered Sirius in the hallway next to the kitchens, a thin, wicked smile curling his lips. His eyes were turned cold and dead. Sirius supressed a shiver. "What do you want, Snape?"
"Oh, I want a lot of things. I want to put that animal you call a friend in a cage where he belongs. I want to see the look on Potter's face when he finds out you've been expelled. Mostly -- mostly I want to watch you suffer."
"You can't get me expelled. Dumbledore won't allow it."
"I can do anything I want. Dumbledore is not self-employed. I need only appeal to one of his superiors."
"So have you come here to blackmail me? Is that it? I won't play your little game."
Severus' lips curled into a thin pout. "No, you won't, will you. Merlin forbid you do anything to hurt your pride." He sighed. "Ever the arrogant Gryffindor."
"Don't patronize me."
"Big word, Black. I'm impressed."
Sirius raised a fist toward Severus.
"Going to hit me, then? As if you weren't in enough trouble before."
Sirius paused.
"Well go on then. I'm not stopping you. Beat me to a bloody pulp."
"You don't think I will?"
"I think you'll try."
"We've played this game before, Snape. I always win. What makes this time will be any different?"
"This time, I'm not afraid to kill you."
Sirius faltered. "Dumbledore confiscated both our wands."
"Indeed he did."
"You can't possibly expect to hurt me without one."
"I can't?" Severus smiled. A tense silence followed. Eventually, Severus spoke up again -- "You're move, Black."
Sirius paused, debating what to do. He knew that he had a habit of acting before thinking. Instinct was telling him that now was a time to think. The smart thing to do would of course be to leave. Sirius dropped his fist and turned to go.
But before he could finish his first step, Severus kicked out his foot, shoving Sirius to the ground, rage gleaming in his black eyes. "Don't you dare," Severus hissed. "You started this. You'll finish it. You think you can take the moral high-ground now?"
Sirius pushed himself up from his prostrate position and turned to face Severus. Anger at what the Slytherin had just done tore through him, eradicating his sense of reason. He cracked his knuckles menacingly. "Fine, Snape," he growled. "If that's how you want it."
He drove foreward, punching Severus hard in the stomach. He followed quickly with a kick to the groin. Severus curled in on himself, grimacing in pain. He took two harsh breaths and then straightened, facing Sirius with some approximation of a fighting stance. Sirius laughed at this effort before wrapping both hands around Severus' neck and slamming him up against the nearest wall. "Not afraid to kill me, Snape? Tell me this - are you afraid to die?"
Severus broke out of the bruising hold in a burst of adrenalin. He twisted his fingers into the Gryffindor's hair and pushed foreward until Sirius was backed up against the opposite wall. "I'm not afraid of anything," Severus whispered. His words were like a promise. He rose, lifting up onto the toes of his feet, moving until his face was level with his opponent's. "I'm not afraid of anything," he said again.
And then, he was pressing his lips to Sirius', his eyes turning dark and strange as he breathed in and in. *This is what killing is to a dementor...*
Sirius felt as though he were floating, as though he were fading. Memories flickered and popped into his mind, dimming at the seam between their lips. A weak moan escaped from the back of his throat. His hands began to tremble. *Maybe I'm dying,* he mused.
*Maybe.*
Thoughts faded. Sirius opened his mouth. And slid his tongue foreward. And...
Sorry to dissappoint, but no one gets to read the actual sex until I finish the whole chapter. Except for my betas.
Lucky them, aye.
