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Fanfic: Those Sweet Moments in Time
Jul. 6th, 2022 11:26 amTitle:Those Sweet Moments in Time
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Fandom:Harry Potter
Characters/Main Pairing:Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating:PG
Word Count:1189
Tags:Holiday AU, Sweet Tea
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Summary:Two men ponder the direction of their lives on a terrace in the Greek Isles. The man sipping sweet tea ponders what his life would be like with the man next door.
Notes: Prompt 63 - Coffee/Tea in Hot Weather/Summer
It was while he sat on the terrace of his villa in the Greek isles, sipping sweet tea, that he first caught a glimpse of him, standing on the neighbouring terrace looking out to where the sun kissed the ocean. The tanned fit body leaning on the terraces railing, hair black as night moving with the gentle summer breeze that afforded them a moments reprieve from the blistering sun. It was later as he returned from dinner to watch the sun dip below the calm water that he saw him again on the terrace, relaxing in the lounger, drink in hand. Again after that as he was taking time out from sight seeing and the hustle and bustle of life on the island and simply enjoying reading on the terrace sipping more sweet tea, that he saw him again, this time glittering eyes catching his, a hand raising in a casual wave, hint of a smile playing at his lips. Heart fluttering he returned to his book intent on absorbing every word.
In the restaurant downstairs, while he waited for his table to be ready, did he see him again, leaning on the bar, complimenting him on the aroma of his drink, Sweet tea he had replied feebly, a mixture of peach and orange he thought. His pulse racing as the man asks if he is expecting anyone and would he mind if he joined him? Of course he says, please sit down. Conversation flows as if they are old friends and not complete strangers, neighbours who casually spy the other, who wave or smile in polite greeting. He is here to take a break from life, or as it turns out because his friends told him to take a break to get away before he drove them all mad and they were forced to take drastic measures. I am here too to take time out of everyday life, to ponder my next move he says. The tranquility of the island and the serenity of the ocean speaks to him, affords him comfort.
A hearty chuckle is the response and an understanding of what it feels like to be unsure of the direction life often takes you. The maitre’d informs him that his table is ready, on the spur of the moment he finds himself inviting his companion to join him, provided his hand no other pressing engagements. The man gives him an easy smile and they move from the bar to the table, nestled against the window that looks out over the ocean, waves gently rolling in to shore. Dinner morphs into coffee and a late night walk along the grounds of the resort, watching the stars coming to life in the night sky, a murmured farewell separates them and the click of each door is the only sound that can be heard. Slumber comes easily as do the dreams of that night, each waking the next morning with lingering thoughts of the night before.
It is three days later he gets up the courage to knock on the door and invite him to join him in the village, sightseeing and perhaps lunch and one of the taverns? He accepts with a warm smile that lights up the bright green eyes he has yet had the chance to study up close. As someone who has always found being in another’s company to be awkward and unsettling, he can’t quite fathom how easy being in this man’s company is. They walk, laugh, and talk through the village. Stopping at a market to browse the stalls. Both make purchases and note the common interest of books they have. The world around them narrows and it becomes only them as they sit outside the tavern, sipping sweet tea and eating glorious food. We should do this again he says as they walk back to the resort, shoulders touching, hands brushing the other, innocent glances and smiles. He would like that he replies and they settle on a time and place.
It was a week later they shared their first kiss under the stars at the waters edge. Languid, tender and holding the promise of more. Eyes darken and faces are flushed when they part. Hands twine as they continue on their way, lips tingling with sensations, bodies reacting and both thanking the gods that it’s nightfall. On the terrace, he wraps him in his arms, drinking in the scent of him, relishing the feel of his body against his own, committing everything to memory. Days pass in a blur of stolen kisses, clasped hands and growing attraction, each wondering how long before they will give in and take what they desire.
On a warm night, after a summer storm, he takes him to bed, worshipping every inch of his beautiful body as he makes sweet love to him, whispering words of passion as they are tipped over the edge. Sated and in his arms he hears those immortal words, his heart sings, his smile as wide as the ocean. He never thought he could feel as much as he does for someone as he feels for him, he confesses. Dawn breaks and they are simply content to lie in each other’s arms caressing and whispering. The contentment soon turns to passion and sounds of ecstasy echo around the room.
Six months later they return, to the same island, the same resort. Only one villa is needed this time, their terrace looking out of the endless sea of blue shimmering in the golden sunlight. He has the whole thing planned, as been planning it for weeks, possibly even months. He waits until the stars have come to life, until he is comfortable sitting on the chairs, before he appears beside him, gets down on one knee and produces a black velvet box. Declaring his love for this beautiful man he asks for his hand in marriage to spend his life making him the happiest man on the earth. He whispers yes, before taking his face in his hands and pressing his lips against his, and later takes him in his arms and shows his love, his commitment to him.
Ten years later, they return to the same island, the same resort. It has become tradition to return to the same place they fell in love for each important anniversary. The last time was 5 years ago when they came with their children who are almost grown and have lives of their own. On the terrace watching the sun glistened over the ocean, he feels a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist and a gentle kiss placed at his temple.
‘I think this place gets more beautiful each time we come’ Harry says, leaning against the strong chest.
‘It does indeed’ Severus replies ‘so do you. I am so glad I took a chance and knocked on your door all those years ago, the man who stole my breath every time I saw him’
‘Me too’ Harry smiled ‘I am glad I agreed to go out with the man who sipped sweet tea on his terrace’
Author:
Fandom:Harry Potter
Characters/Main Pairing:Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating:PG
Word Count:1189
Tags:Holiday AU, Sweet Tea
Challenge:
hp_coffeehouseSummary:Two men ponder the direction of their lives on a terrace in the Greek Isles. The man sipping sweet tea ponders what his life would be like with the man next door.
Notes: Prompt 63 - Coffee/Tea in Hot Weather/Summer
It was while he sat on the terrace of his villa in the Greek isles, sipping sweet tea, that he first caught a glimpse of him, standing on the neighbouring terrace looking out to where the sun kissed the ocean. The tanned fit body leaning on the terraces railing, hair black as night moving with the gentle summer breeze that afforded them a moments reprieve from the blistering sun. It was later as he returned from dinner to watch the sun dip below the calm water that he saw him again on the terrace, relaxing in the lounger, drink in hand. Again after that as he was taking time out from sight seeing and the hustle and bustle of life on the island and simply enjoying reading on the terrace sipping more sweet tea, that he saw him again, this time glittering eyes catching his, a hand raising in a casual wave, hint of a smile playing at his lips. Heart fluttering he returned to his book intent on absorbing every word.
In the restaurant downstairs, while he waited for his table to be ready, did he see him again, leaning on the bar, complimenting him on the aroma of his drink, Sweet tea he had replied feebly, a mixture of peach and orange he thought. His pulse racing as the man asks if he is expecting anyone and would he mind if he joined him? Of course he says, please sit down. Conversation flows as if they are old friends and not complete strangers, neighbours who casually spy the other, who wave or smile in polite greeting. He is here to take a break from life, or as it turns out because his friends told him to take a break to get away before he drove them all mad and they were forced to take drastic measures. I am here too to take time out of everyday life, to ponder my next move he says. The tranquility of the island and the serenity of the ocean speaks to him, affords him comfort.
A hearty chuckle is the response and an understanding of what it feels like to be unsure of the direction life often takes you. The maitre’d informs him that his table is ready, on the spur of the moment he finds himself inviting his companion to join him, provided his hand no other pressing engagements. The man gives him an easy smile and they move from the bar to the table, nestled against the window that looks out over the ocean, waves gently rolling in to shore. Dinner morphs into coffee and a late night walk along the grounds of the resort, watching the stars coming to life in the night sky, a murmured farewell separates them and the click of each door is the only sound that can be heard. Slumber comes easily as do the dreams of that night, each waking the next morning with lingering thoughts of the night before.
It is three days later he gets up the courage to knock on the door and invite him to join him in the village, sightseeing and perhaps lunch and one of the taverns? He accepts with a warm smile that lights up the bright green eyes he has yet had the chance to study up close. As someone who has always found being in another’s company to be awkward and unsettling, he can’t quite fathom how easy being in this man’s company is. They walk, laugh, and talk through the village. Stopping at a market to browse the stalls. Both make purchases and note the common interest of books they have. The world around them narrows and it becomes only them as they sit outside the tavern, sipping sweet tea and eating glorious food. We should do this again he says as they walk back to the resort, shoulders touching, hands brushing the other, innocent glances and smiles. He would like that he replies and they settle on a time and place.
It was a week later they shared their first kiss under the stars at the waters edge. Languid, tender and holding the promise of more. Eyes darken and faces are flushed when they part. Hands twine as they continue on their way, lips tingling with sensations, bodies reacting and both thanking the gods that it’s nightfall. On the terrace, he wraps him in his arms, drinking in the scent of him, relishing the feel of his body against his own, committing everything to memory. Days pass in a blur of stolen kisses, clasped hands and growing attraction, each wondering how long before they will give in and take what they desire.
On a warm night, after a summer storm, he takes him to bed, worshipping every inch of his beautiful body as he makes sweet love to him, whispering words of passion as they are tipped over the edge. Sated and in his arms he hears those immortal words, his heart sings, his smile as wide as the ocean. He never thought he could feel as much as he does for someone as he feels for him, he confesses. Dawn breaks and they are simply content to lie in each other’s arms caressing and whispering. The contentment soon turns to passion and sounds of ecstasy echo around the room.
Six months later they return, to the same island, the same resort. Only one villa is needed this time, their terrace looking out of the endless sea of blue shimmering in the golden sunlight. He has the whole thing planned, as been planning it for weeks, possibly even months. He waits until the stars have come to life, until he is comfortable sitting on the chairs, before he appears beside him, gets down on one knee and produces a black velvet box. Declaring his love for this beautiful man he asks for his hand in marriage to spend his life making him the happiest man on the earth. He whispers yes, before taking his face in his hands and pressing his lips against his, and later takes him in his arms and shows his love, his commitment to him.
Ten years later, they return to the same island, the same resort. It has become tradition to return to the same place they fell in love for each important anniversary. The last time was 5 years ago when they came with their children who are almost grown and have lives of their own. On the terrace watching the sun glistened over the ocean, he feels a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist and a gentle kiss placed at his temple.
‘I think this place gets more beautiful each time we come’ Harry says, leaning against the strong chest.
‘It does indeed’ Severus replies ‘so do you. I am so glad I took a chance and knocked on your door all those years ago, the man who stole my breath every time I saw him’
‘Me too’ Harry smiled ‘I am glad I agreed to go out with the man who sipped sweet tea on his terrace’
