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Home from my errands
Sirius entered the Manor at last, in human form, soaking wet, and was quickly surrounded by House Elves who took his packages, his wet clothes, boots, and redressed him in a luxurious black velour hooded bathrobe emblazoned with the Snape Family Crest on the left breast, and then hand him a warmed Brandy. "Ah... it's good to be home..." He sighed, then after stepping into a pair of sheepskin slippers, walked around looking for Severus. "I'm Home......" he called out.
"Really? And I see you brought the herd of elephants too by the noise you're making..." The voice came first, the lightest tint of amusement audible to those who could listen hard enough. The voice's owner followed soon after, one hand on the golden banister, taking the old, stone steps one at a time, at the side, where it was less well-worn by feet. He stopped when he reached the bottom, hand still on the banister, fingers idly messing with the bronze Atlas there, straining under the globe on his back which spun, slowly. He was dressed in his usual garb- a dark purple shirt, so dark it was almost black, with an elaborate collar, and his house-robes, black and chased down the sides with an emboridered pattern- not visible unless you looked hard, fixed at the throat with a silver pin, but otherwise open. "Good evening."
Sirius looked up through his long and damp locks at Severus who since remaining on the last step was a head taller than he now. Sirius lifted the brandy to his lips, then took a sip, and offered it to Severus with a bow of head and body. "Good evening Master of the House..." he said in a voice that was so soft and deep, you could feel the rumble if you were standing close enough to him. "The items you requested have all been purchased, hand selected by myself for quality, and discretion," he reported, then shaking clumped strands of bi-colored hair out of his eyes, he fixed pale eyes on his mate, and waited.
The free hand raised and took the glass, with the lightest of inclinations of his head, and he sipped, daintily. Let the tip of his tongue lick the liquid from his lips. A little, deep, humming sound rose in his chest momentarily and he stepped down with one foot, holding the glass out again, pausing before he stepped down fully. A slow blink, and he asked, "You had the House Elves unpack, I presume?"
Sirius nodded, taking the glass back and after lifting it slowly to his lips, tossed down the contents, and stepped backwards a bit to allow Severus room to walk. "Yes, I am sure the supplies are in your laboratory awaiting you." he said, then shuddered, a chill reaching him as the brandy worked it's way down deep. He smiled and thrust his hands into the pockets of the robe, working the plush fabric between his chilled fingers. "Have you any other tasks for me presently Master?" he asked with a slight cant of his head and sparkle in his pale eyes.
Snape grunted an acknowledgement, bringing his heels together, toes making a ten-to-two. "Very well. I do not think you should do much just yet- your hair is soaking," his eyes slid to the collar of the bathrobe, darker from dampness, before moving back to hold eyes. "You might catch cold." And I can do without you sneezing and snivelling and feeling sorry for yourself.
Sirius chuckled at the admonation, and with a bow at the waist, laughed softly. "I shall have a bath drawn and soak and wash up until I am thoroughly warmed, and then dry off and report to you ...." he said again in a soft, moderated tone before leaning over and nuzzling his nose behind Severus' left ear to place a kiss, then a soft bite. He inhaled deeply, smelling his scent and the various herbs that perfumed his skin and hair. Intoxicating.
Dark eyes narrowed to thin slits, and Snape moved his head to one side, long, cold nose brushing cheek for a moment, Don't take all night, he warned, before stepping back, and walking across the Hall towards the laboratory wing of the house, with the air of one who knows full well what they are doing.
Sirius smiled at Severus' latest command and nodded as he passed by him on the way to his "work room". As you wish Master , was the silent reply, then with a slow turn, he ascended the massive marble staircase to the upper floors where a hot bath with scented and narcotic herbs was already being prepared.