New years reflections [TM Challenge] (in the Brooklyn house)

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Severus has not had much time to think since the new year started. Or even since before Christmas. More memories have joined the few extremely personal ones in the pensieve, while he has been in the presence of his one remaining master. Memories he should consider... events that have changed things, turned so much upside down.

Now, as he sits down with a soft sigh, finally home again - if it can be called home in any way - he knows he will have to put those memories back. The stone basin, standing so innocently on a shelf, a silvery cloth covering the top half of it, beckons him.

Severus rises from the chair and walks over to the pensieve. The cloth is smooth and heavy, sliding off the basin with a small rustle. For a moment he merely looks at the liquid swirling lazily around, the silver of memories glowing subtly.

A small practised wave of his wand is enough, the long string easy to extract ... and re-implant, in his mind. In a flash, the memory plays before his inner eye, disturbing, upsetting, alluring, arousing... Remus and Kirill. Severus blinks out of it and replaces the cloth over the basin.

Sitting back down in his chair, it surprises him how utterly clear that memory is, defying the normal haze usually attached to drunken recollections.

Were you truly drunk, or were you decieving yourself?

It also startles him, how much it emphasises much of what has changed in his life this past year. How much he's thought he's remained the same, all the while changing far more than he can comprehend.

And it's all centered around Remus.

Albus too, to a certain degree, forcing Severus into the role as the hunted, the traitor, the murderer... A situation that in turn has forced him out of the small comfortable box that had been his life. Had torn that small box to pieces, and left him floundering with only two fixed points in his life.

Remus and the mission.

And while time passes without change to the mission, without development... everything concerning Remus has shifted. Grown intenser and deeper, a love he no longer tries to question, a passion he needs, a man he no longer can be without.

A possessive jealousy, that is still strong but has somehow morphed into something he can't understand, no matter how deep inside himself he looks.

He needs to speak with Remus about this. And Kirill... Needs to understand what has happened.

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Remus smiles and pulls Severus more firmly against him.

"I do. I'm attracted to some specific traits, I guess. The 'bad boys'."

He grins widely and kisses Severus' finger.

"I bet that conversation had a low word count compared to most."

Neither of his lovers are known for being talkative.

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Severus chuckles.

"Quality over quantity, I would say." It had been a good conversation. Surprisingly calm and cordial. Even when the subject had been Potter.

And the whisky had been very good, of course.

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Remus kisses Severus' temple, then down to his neck.

"Quality, for sure. I have impeccable taste."

He licks Severus' neck.

"So do you."

He licks him again.

"When do you have to go back?"

Remus would love to spend a day or two with Severus. A few stolen hours at a time just isn't enough.

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A low humm of pleasure rumbles in Severus' throat at Remus' licks. He arches his neck slightly to give better access. His hand strokes up along Remus' spine until his fingers slide into his lover's hair.

"I don't know. When I am summoned." Something is underway, he knows it. But he still needs to get to the details.

"Unless I return before. I need to settle a few details, then I will have enough information for the Order." He doesn't truly want to discuss Order matters now, though.

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Remus shifts and pushes Severus back onto the couch. He kisses and licks his lover's neck, hovering over him.

God, those fingers. In his hair. Jesus.

"I'll stay until you have to go back."

He inhales against Severus' neck again, then sucks a mark there.

"I've missed you, so much. I need to be with you as long as I can before you go."

He hates this. He wishes they could both just say 'fuck the order,' but of course, they can't.

Remus moves his hands up to start unbuttoning Severus' shirt.

"Want to go to your bed and just lie there entwined. Just to feel each other, kiss each other. Love each other. Fall asleep together. Want to be as close to you as I can, Severus. You're mine. I need you."

He kisses Severus' chest for a few seconds, then gathers him to himself and sits up, then stands up, carrying his lover as he kisses him on the lips again, deeply and sweetly.

When he gets to the bedroom, Remus sets Severus on the bed, then backs up a step and starts to disrobe, watching his lover as he slowly removes his clothing.

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Severus closes his eyes, enjoying his lover's attention, the hot mouth on his skin. Gods, but he has missed this so much. A physical ache of longing. He moans softly and strokes Remus' hair and back, soaking up the words that give away just how much Remus has missed this too.

He wants Remus to stay. Needs this contact so much it's unsettling. And good.

Then Severus suddenly finds himself carried, as ever baffled at Remus' strength and the strength of the desire he can see in his lover's eyes. He returns the kiss with fervour, meeting Remus' tongue, stroking, tasting, loving. There's something liberating about allowing himself to be carried like this.

Swept away.

Something beyond his tight control. He doesn't need the control though, not here, not now.

Severus looks up at Remus from his position on the bed, watching silently as his lover's body is slowly revealed. Beautiful. His.

"Mine," he says in an echo of Remus' earlier words.

He undresses as well, discarding the clothes on the floor.

"Come here," Severus looks intently up into Remus' eyes.