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Whisper of Satin
Chapter Four: May the sun bring you new energies by day, may the moon softly restore you by night. -- Unknown
When Remus returned to his chambers the magnificent robes were laid on his bed in all their splendour. Standing there gazing at clothes he would never own on his own merit it seemed like a metaphor for his entire life. He owed everything that he had or was to someone else. That he may be able to have this wonderful woman as his in actuality by his own merit was something only dreams were made of.
He scooped up armfuls of the closest robe and buried his face in its beauty silently sobbing for the shadows that haunted his life. Only vaguely aware that he was no longer alone he found he couldn’t stopper up the levy that threatened to burst its banks and wash clean the despair and torment of the wolfs tainted heart.
The warm arms that embraced him the body that lent into him and the hair that cascaded around his shoulders were all of another world that he felt would always be denied to him. **Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey**
He had been fretting for sometime that with only one week to the full moon his self-control would be more than a little frayed. Trying to dissuade Sable he had tried everything short of the blatant “I’m a Werewolf” truth to keep her away. Sable it seemed was more than equally and no less passionately determined not to be deterred.
And now here he was wrapped in her love clothed in her passion and lost in her being. She held him all the while he cried until it seemed his heart would break. When he fell asleep she was there and when he awoke later she still held him. She had become the very air that he breathed his very reason for being. It scared him to the depths of his heart and his soul shook with trepidation.
Still she held him. When morning cast her golden tendrils between the heavy velvet curtains into his room and tickled his subconscious he found that she held him still. During the night they had obviously made love the bed was virtually wrecked the drapes that formally adorned the four poster were in tatters the sheets were tangled and shredded. From the apparent snowdrift a pillow had given up its feathered soul and departed for a better life elsewhere.
He gazed at her flawless beauty and wondered at the night that had passed. Her eyes fluttered open and he saw the unbridled passion that they held and knew it was for him alone. She caressed his stubbly cheek and with a sigh padded off to the bathroom. As she wandered away he was shocked to see that great red scores marred her back, tainted her golden perfection where he had savagely clawed and mauled her in the heat of desire.
He was still stunned when she snuggled back into bed and his arms “Hmm I haven’t had that reaction in a while” she murmured slipping her hand down across his stomach. He sprung away as if stung. “Your back. . .” “Hmm” she countered moving closer and flipping him easily onto his she promptly licked and kissed her way down his chest. He was fighting a loosing battle with his traitorous body when something inside ran up a little white flag and he surrendered to her administrations.
By the time he regained consciousness she had magically restored the bed to its former finery and the previous disaster was a faded memory. She lay on her stomach propped up on her elbows chin resting on one hand whilst the other danced across his chest. From where he rested he could see her back clearly and the damage that he had done.
“I” he choked on the words he felt he had to say ”Your back, I’m so … so sorry” His eyes prickled with tears. “I’m a” Her eyes sparkled up at him filled with mischief and desire. “I’m a. . . a Werewolf” there he said it. Who was he fooling? No one could ever love him he was a monster a beast.
He closed his eyes heart breaking he didn’t want to see her leave he couldn’t cope with the loss. He felt the bed give as she rose and heard her pad away. He felt traitorous tears escape as he burrowed his face into the pillow that still held her scent. Taking in everything that she was and trying desperately to pretend for just one moment more that she was still there.
He felt the bed give and his heart caught in his throat as her sweet warm breath kissed his nape. He raised his face fearful of what he might see in her eyes but desperate to know. “Wolfy” She placed a small velvet box was beside him on the pillow and proceeded to brush her hair. “Open it” She nodded. Inside lay a golden ring with a moonstone carved into a cameo of a wolf.
“I know what you are I think I always have. I didn’t realise that it troubled you so, it shouldn’t I love everything about you” She smiled and ruffled his hair playfully “When you are good, you are very very good but when you are bad, you’re better” She purred
As if in a dream he eased the ring onto his finger where it sized itself and felt a tingle of protective charms. “Even when you turn the ring will still fit you my Wolfy, and it shall protect you from any physical harm from others.” She paused and look meaningfully and deep into his heart via his eyes. “Or from yourself” It seemed she even understood the raw pain of transformation.
He crushed her to him like a thirsty man desperate for water. Lips sought lips as if to reassure that this was not a cruel dream. The day was lost to their protestations of love and the hush of skin against skin.
Dumbledores smiling face was the second thing Severus saw when he awoke. The first was Bastians naked tush obscuring full sight of the former. Dumbledore didn’t seem perturbed just continued nonchalant with his conversation. Snape huddled down in the blankets not wanting the day to begin. Auroras would be buzzing all over the place and he wasn’t on their xmas card list.
“Good Morning Severus” Twinkled Dumbledore “Bastian can fill you in, the day is all yours and enjoy this evenings dinner.” Dumbledores face winked out.
Bastian stood facing the enshrouded mound that was Severus all the while feeling those obsidian eyes caressing his body whilst he brushed and braided his hair. “What would you like to do today?” he prompted. A velvet voice thick with longing reached across the room and stroked his desire “Get back in here now and find out” it purred.
Saturday’s sunlit hours were gone in the whisper of satin sheets. Swearing that he would not be getting out of bed to attend any party Snape tried to coerce his salacious lover back to bed. By 7pm against his better judgement he was robed coifed and scented waiting with Bastian, Sable and Remus for the coach that would deliver them to the Unseelie Court.
As Dinner was in full swing in the Great Hall they were spared the embarrassment of being scrutinised by curious students or farewelled by a well meaning Dumbledore. Bastian stood beside Severus, so close that their hands brushed. One warm passionate anchor in a tidal wave of churning doubts.
Bastian gently drew him into the shadows. By the time that they emerged a trifle flushed but wearing identical masks of carefully schooled disdain and total disinterest the magnificent Thestrals had arrived with their carriage in tow.
References this Chapter:
Thestrals: http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/bestiary.html
Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey. --Babs Hoffman
When Remus returned to his chambers the magnificent robes were laid on his bed in all their splendour. Standing there gazing at clothes he would never own on his own merit it seemed like a metaphor for his entire life. He owed everything that he had or was to someone else. That he may be able to have this wonderful woman as his in actuality by his own merit was something only dreams were made of.
He scooped up armfuls of the closest robe and buried his face in its beauty silently sobbing for the shadows that haunted his life. Only vaguely aware that he was no longer alone he found he couldn’t stopper up the levy that threatened to burst its banks and wash clean the despair and torment of the wolfs tainted heart.
The warm arms that embraced him the body that lent into him and the hair that cascaded around his shoulders were all of another world that he felt would always be denied to him. **Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey**
He had been fretting for sometime that with only one week to the full moon his self-control would be more than a little frayed. Trying to dissuade Sable he had tried everything short of the blatant “I’m a Werewolf” truth to keep her away. Sable it seemed was more than equally and no less passionately determined not to be deterred.
And now here he was wrapped in her love clothed in her passion and lost in her being. She held him all the while he cried until it seemed his heart would break. When he fell asleep she was there and when he awoke later she still held him. She had become the very air that he breathed his very reason for being. It scared him to the depths of his heart and his soul shook with trepidation.
Still she held him. When morning cast her golden tendrils between the heavy velvet curtains into his room and tickled his subconscious he found that she held him still. During the night they had obviously made love the bed was virtually wrecked the drapes that formally adorned the four poster were in tatters the sheets were tangled and shredded. From the apparent snowdrift a pillow had given up its feathered soul and departed for a better life elsewhere.
He gazed at her flawless beauty and wondered at the night that had passed. Her eyes fluttered open and he saw the unbridled passion that they held and knew it was for him alone. She caressed his stubbly cheek and with a sigh padded off to the bathroom. As she wandered away he was shocked to see that great red scores marred her back, tainted her golden perfection where he had savagely clawed and mauled her in the heat of desire.
He was still stunned when she snuggled back into bed and his arms “Hmm I haven’t had that reaction in a while” she murmured slipping her hand down across his stomach. He sprung away as if stung. “Your back. . .” “Hmm” she countered moving closer and flipping him easily onto his she promptly licked and kissed her way down his chest. He was fighting a loosing battle with his traitorous body when something inside ran up a little white flag and he surrendered to her administrations.
By the time he regained consciousness she had magically restored the bed to its former finery and the previous disaster was a faded memory. She lay on her stomach propped up on her elbows chin resting on one hand whilst the other danced across his chest. From where he rested he could see her back clearly and the damage that he had done.
“I” he choked on the words he felt he had to say ”Your back, I’m so … so sorry” His eyes prickled with tears. “I’m a” Her eyes sparkled up at him filled with mischief and desire. “I’m a. . . a Werewolf” there he said it. Who was he fooling? No one could ever love him he was a monster a beast.
He closed his eyes heart breaking he didn’t want to see her leave he couldn’t cope with the loss. He felt the bed give as she rose and heard her pad away. He felt traitorous tears escape as he burrowed his face into the pillow that still held her scent. Taking in everything that she was and trying desperately to pretend for just one moment more that she was still there.
He felt the bed give and his heart caught in his throat as her sweet warm breath kissed his nape. He raised his face fearful of what he might see in her eyes but desperate to know. “Wolfy” She placed a small velvet box was beside him on the pillow and proceeded to brush her hair. “Open it” She nodded. Inside lay a golden ring with a moonstone carved into a cameo of a wolf.
“I know what you are I think I always have. I didn’t realise that it troubled you so, it shouldn’t I love everything about you” She smiled and ruffled his hair playfully “When you are good, you are very very good but when you are bad, you’re better” She purred
As if in a dream he eased the ring onto his finger where it sized itself and felt a tingle of protective charms. “Even when you turn the ring will still fit you my Wolfy, and it shall protect you from any physical harm from others.” She paused and look meaningfully and deep into his heart via his eyes. “Or from yourself” It seemed she even understood the raw pain of transformation.
He crushed her to him like a thirsty man desperate for water. Lips sought lips as if to reassure that this was not a cruel dream. The day was lost to their protestations of love and the hush of skin against skin.
Dumbledores smiling face was the second thing Severus saw when he awoke. The first was Bastians naked tush obscuring full sight of the former. Dumbledore didn’t seem perturbed just continued nonchalant with his conversation. Snape huddled down in the blankets not wanting the day to begin. Auroras would be buzzing all over the place and he wasn’t on their xmas card list.
“Good Morning Severus” Twinkled Dumbledore “Bastian can fill you in, the day is all yours and enjoy this evenings dinner.” Dumbledores face winked out.
Bastian stood facing the enshrouded mound that was Severus all the while feeling those obsidian eyes caressing his body whilst he brushed and braided his hair. “What would you like to do today?” he prompted. A velvet voice thick with longing reached across the room and stroked his desire “Get back in here now and find out” it purred.
Saturday’s sunlit hours were gone in the whisper of satin sheets. Swearing that he would not be getting out of bed to attend any party Snape tried to coerce his salacious lover back to bed. By 7pm against his better judgement he was robed coifed and scented waiting with Bastian, Sable and Remus for the coach that would deliver them to the Unseelie Court.
As Dinner was in full swing in the Great Hall they were spared the embarrassment of being scrutinised by curious students or farewelled by a well meaning Dumbledore. Bastian stood beside Severus, so close that their hands brushed. One warm passionate anchor in a tidal wave of churning doubts.
Bastian gently drew him into the shadows. By the time that they emerged a trifle flushed but wearing identical masks of carefully schooled disdain and total disinterest the magnificent Thestrals had arrived with their carriage in tow.
References this Chapter:
Thestrals: http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/bestiary.html
Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey. --Babs Hoffman