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Sex and Tentacles
NOTES: And lo, a series was born. Post-Hogwarts. For the record.
"Did you read last week's Quibbler?" Luna asked, breathless as Snape's mouth moved down her shoulder blade, and his fingers traced delicate, dangerous patterns on her stomach. With reluctance, he paused. "No. I did not." She gave him a faintly hurt look, but he wasn't in the mood to explain how editing her late father's appalling magazine was no career for a woman of her intelligence. Instead, he gave her earlobe a placating nibble and said, "What was it you wanted me to see?" "Oh," she said, turning to meet his mouth, "it wasn't important. I mean," she kissed him quickly, "the article on corruption in the House Elf Relocation Board was quite significant, Hermione thinks the Ministry will have to stand up and take notice now..." She moved down and kissed his throat, her tongue flickering over his pulse. "And there was an interview with the bass player from the Weird Sisters." "Really." "He had lots of good ideas about the regulation of Muggle media forms, and legal ways to bring them into--" She broke off as Snape caught hold of her wrists and pushed her back against the pillows. "What," he said, speaking slowly and deliberately, even as his fingers tickled the sensitive skin in the palms of Luna's hands, "precisely ... specifically ... was it you wanted me to see?" "Oh ... nothing. Some speculation on the uses of ... squid in ... certain potions ... Severus, that tickles." "Luna," he said, "you interrupted a very pleasant moment, which you'll remember are relatively rare in my life, to talk about squid." His lips almost touched hers as he murmured, "tickling should be the least of your worries." "I like squid," he thought he heard her mutter, but then there
was no time for words.
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