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FIC: Valentine Biscuits
Title: Valentine Biscuits
Rating: PG
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word count: ~875
Disclaimer: No money is being made off this story; consider it a little wish fulfillment on my part.
Summary: Snape wants to make this Valentine's Day a special one for Lupin, even though it falls on the night of the full moon.
Author's note: This is a stand-alone story, and not part of my Always series. Written for Snapedom's Valentine's Day Party.
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Snape was not one for sentimental gestures of affection, but his lover was, and so for Lupin's sake, he always played along every year on Valentine's Day and got the werewolf some candy or flowers or some other little romantic gift, and accepted the same from Lupin. There was also usually a candlelight dinner followed by a night of lovemaking, and the latter more than made up for the mawkish acts of sentiment that preceded it. And in truth, Snape didn't really mind the romantic gestures all that much, though of course he would never admit it out loud.
However, the full moon happened to fall on Valentine's Day this year, and Lupin was too tired and ill to properly celebrate. They exchanged their usual gifts--Lupin gave Snape a book of poetry and a box of Honeydukes' chocolates, and Snape gave Lupin a bouquet of roses and a bottle of elf-made wine. Then they each had a glass of the wine with a light dinner, and Lupin lay down on the couch to doze until moonrise.
Snape should have felt relieved that their Valentine's celebration was low-key this year, but instead he felt badly for Lupin, who was obviously disappointed, although he made no complaints. He sat on the couch next to Lupin and gently ran his fingers through his lover's gray-streaked hair.
"We'll have a proper celebration tomorrow," he promised. "It will be fun to have a holiday twice in a row, don't you think?"
Though he still looked a little wan, Lupin managed a genuine smile. "That's not really necessary, Severus, but I appreciate the thought. I'm so grateful that we both survived the war and are able to be here together today; I can't ask for anything more."
"Oh, spare me your Gryffindor noble-mindedness!" Snape scoffed. "There's no need to be a martyr about it; it's perfectly all right to be a little selfish once in awhile."
Lupin laughed as he caught Snape's hand in his own and brought it up to his lips to kiss it tenderly. "Spoken like a practical Slytherin! I suppose that's why we make such a good couple--we balance each other out."
"I suppose so," Snape conceded, but he still resolved to do something special for Lupin, and he smiled as an idea occurred to him.
Eventually the moon rose high in the night sky, and Lupin went through his transformation. He jumped off the couch and shook himself, looking much more energetic now that he was in wolf-form.
Lupin ran to the door and scratched at it with a front paw, wagging his tail and barking at Snape hopefully. Snape laughed and opened the door, saying, "All right, have a good time!" Lupin barked and looked up at him inquisitively, and Snape shook his head. "No, I'm not running around out there with you when it's this cold! Unlike you, I don't have a fur coat to keep me warm."
Lupin looked a little disappointed, but didn't seem overly distressed, and ran out to frolic in the woods and howl at the moon. In the meantime, Snape rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to carry out his plan.
A couple of hours later, Lupin was scratching at the door to be let back in, and Snape went to open it. Per their agreement worked out over past moonlight frolics, Lupin sat on the doorstep and patiently waited for Snape to clean his muddy paws with a quick flick of his wand before setting foot back into their little cottage.
As he padded back inside, Lupin sniffed the air appreciatively and barked eagerly, wagging his tail. Snape went back to the kitchen to retrieve a tray of heart-shaped dog biscuits that had been cooling on the counter, and handed one to Lupin.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Lupin," he said, and Lupin took it from his hand, crunching it up eagerly. Once every last crumb was gone, he jumped up to lick Snape's face in gratitude with wet, slobbery swipes of his tongue.
"Ugh, stop that you overgrown lapdog!" Snape protested. "You ought to be ashamed to call yourself a werewolf!"
Lupin gave him one last lick, then settled obediently back down on the floor, still wagging his tail. They spent the rest of the night on the couch, with Lupin resting his head on Snape's lap as he contentedly munched on the rest of the biscuits. And somehow, Snape didn't mind that Lupin was getting crumbs and wolf-slobber all over his immaculate black robes.
Eventually, they fell asleep like that, and Snape woke up the next morning with a slightly stiff neck and a human Lupin pillowed on his lap, smiling up at him. Lupin sat up and kissed him, saying, "Thank you, Severus. That was one of the best Valentine's Days I've ever had."
"Ugh, you taste like dog biscuits, Lupin," Snape complained. Lupin just laughed and kissed him again.
Ah well, maybe biscuit-breath isn't really so bad, Snape thought. They were his own biscuits, after all--home-baked with quality ingredients, perfectly edible even for a human, much nicer than wolf-slobber. So he wrapped his arms around Lupin and returned the kiss.
THE END.
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