Getting settled in the dorm Sirius got up from the overstuffed chair near the first after he felt the temperature in the rooms elevate to a level suitable for the living, and had a more detailed look around. It was of course as he recalled it from his last visit. Severus Snape never changed, and his environments even less frequently. He grimaced at the things preserved in fluids in jars, and at the various herbs stored on shelves. He was feeling a bit peckish, so with a bit of floo powder, he communicated to the House Elves what he would like for supper, then sat down with a book before the fire to wait. It wasn't long before the meal arrived, and he was eating with his usual abandon. He wasn't sure when Severus would be arriving, he had kept the mental chat to a minimum.
Almost all the students had left. That was a good thing about Christmas. And whilst he had felt he needed to attend breakfast, Severus had been wholeheartedly assured he needn't attend the evening meal- and that his assitance was no longer required for the night. He wondered if the staff had made people behave around him so he didn't feel the need to give them detentions- or if, with less of them, it was less likely to happen perhaps. Either way, he was left free to go back to his rooms and he was grateful.
He opened the door carefully, blinking at the sudden increase in light (the corridors down here were especially dark in winter nights) and looked about his rooms for signs of his mate.
Sirius felt Severus approach of course, and looked up from his reading when he heard the door open. "Good evening to the Master of the House." he said in a soft, warm voice. Setting aside the tome he had been reading on cooking with Dragon's Blood, he rose from the chair, and walked over to Severus, offering to take his overcloak with a careful touch of his hands, and a kiss placed softly on a pale cheek. "Thank you for having me here with you. This is where I want to be." he purred.
"I could get used to being waited on," the Potions Master admitted, and shrugged himself out of his robe, one shoulder after the other. "Don't get too used to it here, though," he warned as he stepped back and let Sirius hang up his cloak, voice warning at first, before it thawed a little. "That is, if you still want to leave at the end of the week?"
Sirius chuckled softly as Severus' comments, then as he took the over robe to hang up, he looked back over his shoulder. "I thought we were staying there through the Holidays...." he said softly. "I actually have no preference as long as we are together. I left a note with Remus saying I would be gone for the Holidays..." he said, then sighed softly. "Which do you prefer?" he asked as he went to a cupboard, and poured two snifters of Brandy, and handed one to Severus.
"Anywhere away from other people," he confessed, and dropped into his own chair, taking the tumbler with him as he did, and raising it to his lips. He took a hefty sip, and made a little throaty sound as it hit. That's better... he mentally rumbled. He didn't often drink on his own- or even in company and--- oh wait, Sirius was drinking? The thought flashed across his midn too fast to be controlled and he tried not to bolt upright in his seat, looking Sirius steadily in the eye. "Do you... have a suggestion?"
Sirius was looking at him when the mental flash came across, but there was not visible reaction to it on his face. He had learned from the Master after all about concealing his emotions when needed or desired. He met Severus' gaze and took a smaller sip than his mate had, and moved to sit once again in the twin to Severus' chair, summoned for his arrival. "Just to be with you. Someplace quiet, calm. I had assumed you were staying here through the Holidays, but if you wish to go elsewhere, I am up for that. I am about 90% I imagine."
Severus nodded, and set down his glass on the small table nearby, his composure regained. "You do seem much better, and more mobile. I trust the walk was not too much?" he asked. "I didn't think to send Minerva with a broom..." He bit his lip, chastising himself momentarily. "As they repeatedly assure me, I am not indespensible... until I try to leave... so your guess is as good as mine. The thought had honestly not crossed my mind beforehand," he admitted.
Sirius chuckled. "You only poisoned me... You didn't cripple me." he snorted playfully. If he was taking umbrage at his mobility, he wasn't showing it outwardly. "Then lets travel to some where." he suggested, taking another slow sip, and setting his glass down before slowly running his tongue over his lips, savoring the flavor of the fine liquor.
Severus wasn't touching his glass any more, consciously or not. He had got out of the heavy drinking habit long since in his youth, and even for a Potions Master his experimentation on himself had not been substantial. He liked having control of his faculties most of the time. He did, however, indulge himself in stretching out his legs and shuffling a little in his chair, trying to get comfortable. "If you like. I have no particular preference, though. Anywhere away from here would be an improvement I%09suppose."
Sirius leaned his cheek onto the palm of his hand as he leaned on the arm of the chair, and smiled wanly at Severus. "Tell me where you have always wanted to visit..." he purred softly. "It's too cold for the bike, so I shall pick the destination come the summer, but I want us to go to a place you desire. " he explained. "Perhaps a place where you can buy supplies, or do some purchasing of books. I would like that, and I know you would as well."
Severus thought. Deeply, and silently. The studious look- one where he was intent on a task and that alone- was one that suited him well, because he found it difficult to think of much else (anger, for instance, or bitterness) whilst so involved. After a minute he looked up. "Italy has a strong history- there are a great many people who came from there whom I admire, Galileo, for a start... and it would perhaps be a tad warmer for you? Honestly, I swear you're the cold-blooded one of us, the amount of heat%09you need..."
The corners of Sirius' eyes crinkled as he smiled back at Severus. "I am quite warm blooded thank you. I simply do not like to be refrigerated like a side of beef." he snorted back. "Italy. Italy would be nice. Great food, wonderful places to eat, especially among the Muggles." he mused, rubbing the faint stubble on his chin as he thought it over. "I could find all sorts of cooking accessories there..." he said with a boyish grin, "Could get rid of some of that cobbwebbed, filthy old Snape money there I could...."
"A lot of garlic if you ask me, but not as bad as the French," Severus said, with affected disdain. He had to, after all, coming from such Old Stock. Snobbery was practically written into all the inheritance clauses. He relented a little. "Though I do suppose they know how to handle their pasta... just... moderation, Sirius, I don't want Death by Carbohydrates..." He was quite warming to the idea despite himself, really.
Sirius slowly rose from his chair, and moved closer to Severus. He nuzzled his face into his lover's hair, running his nose along warm neck and throat, then parted his lips and after a soft kiss, bit down. He held tight, and slowly increased the pressure of the bite, waiting for a response.
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