Blessed Silence
Severus Snape loves Harry Potter especially when he is trembling with ecstasy in his arms. Arched backs. Limbs intertwined. Errant heartbeats. Ragged breaths. Aching erections. Sweet release. Bodies joined. Souls connected. Blessed Silence.
But silence is broken; Severus Snape hates Harry Potter especially when he is lying babbling nonsense in his arms. Endless talking. Babble babble incessantly. Talks of future. Plans made. Destroying the silence. Ripping the peace. Where is the silence? Where is the afterglow? Whack. Whack. Whack. Gleaming tears of crimson dripping down his face. Drip red Drip.
Severus Snape loves Harry Potter especially when he is trembling, dying in his arms. Blessed Silence at last.