Blood Stones (Snarry)

Dessert Begins

Harry blinked and seemed to forget the heavy arm on him, shifting to get up with the grogginess of one of the undead, almost tumbling backwards but fortunately caught by his chuckling partner and escorted from the bus, seeming confused when they passed another passenger who was giggling and sending them a wink
as they departed.

"Sorry Severus." he yawned, snuggling close and getting an affectionate warmth to his cheeks as he felt Snape's fingers skim across his backside before settled his hand on his hip and leading him down their walkway, a mischievous air beginning to filter between them.

"I guess I interrupted our games again, I'm not used to being so wiped out." He murmured.

He shoved that thought aside in favor of turning his head to get a kiss from his lover, pulling him closer when they were at their doorstep, and letting out a surprising burst of laughter as the other lifted him by the back of his thighs and kissed down his neck in tickling skims and carrying him into the house. They had no neighbors to send talking after all.

"Would you like to go back to sleep? Are you still tired? Perhaps I could lay with you." He asked as they stepped into the empty home. Severus gave his ingredients to Kreacher who could be seen waiting at the bottom of the stairs for something to do.

"Take these to my lab please Kreacher." He hurriedly went up the stairs with the basket which seemed nearly as heavy as him.

"As I was saying. if you're still tired we could go up and lay together unless you have other plans, I know you said you got a few things while we were out." He put Harry down.

Harry had actually enjoyed that bit of coddling, a secret which he'd have taken to his grave if not for his disappointment being revealed through their bond. This made Severus smirk and raise a brow in light-hearted exasperation, Harry brightening to almost concerning shades of red in his mortification. Who doesn't like being carried and kissed by their partner?

"I-"He cleared his throat, trying to reclaim some of his machismo as blaze once called it, before continuing,

"I have something, to put up, some-" he fumbled for a moment trying to figure out something plausible before all too brightly continuing-

"Lights! New lights for our room, the old ones were going a bit dim so..."

With a twirl of his wand, he sent most of the still shrunk packages up to their room, charming them to set themselves up, and stopping Severus from going upstairs when the clearly un-fooled man went to follow them up.

"Wait! Why not... why not watch a film?" he said hurriedly, sitting Severus on the couch and spelling the other packages of teas and books from his pockets.

"I'll make some tea and we can just have a lie down on the couch while the lights replace themselves!"

"A film? What film." It had been a while since they had made any attempt to use the television.

"I'll wait on the couch for you then..." he said before leaving for the living room.

This would give Harry some time to hide whatever it is that he needed to hide and then hopefully their couch cuddling would turn into something more... a day in the market full of teasing wouldn't leave his mind easily.

"Kreacher." With a crack, the small house-elf appeared next to him on the couch, once again eager for something to occupy him.

"Would you make us a pot of tea?" Snape asked.

"Of course, Master Snape, right away." He snapped away and quiet clanging could be heard down in the kitchen.

Harry soon returned, his soft leggings and tunic top replaced for Snape's own overly fluffed and high collared dressing gown. It covered him completely, even his feet being obscured by more fluffy house slippers-also pilfered from Severus's wardrobe. The evidence clear, in the slaps upon the floor just how much Harry's feet were dwarfed in them as he made his way to the couch, nestling himself comfortably in Severus's lap like some prized Pomeranian, content to rest back against the other, legs slightly spread by Severus's gangly knees. It was all very cozy, and nearly nauseatingly domestic... if not for the impish smile he was attempting to hide behind his already half-emptied cup of tea. Harry snuggled deeper against the other, keeping the robe tightly synched and covering his form nearly to his chin, all the while grinding himself down on the other's trousers, a free hand idly flipping channels on the telly.