Chapter_ S&D
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- Tell me about it! I spent literally two hours trying to write a response to my boss. Tose formalities are killing me. In the end, I just sent something like:
Dear Mr. Goonill,
I resign from my barkeep duty.
Regards,
Snape
Snape bloated their cheek against Dumbledore's neck, sometimes turning to kiss or slightly bite it.
- And what did he answer? - asked Dumbledore, interested, their mouth millimeters from Snape's. The other smiled, catching their breath on their lips.
Snape was speaking between kisses:
- He said _ "fuck off".
Both were laughing now.
Snape resumed:
- An absolutely useless experience from a non-magical world.
- Exactly, that's why I propose to let it go, do you concur?
- I'd love to. But my mind keeps swirling on the spot.
- Then go on, talk to me. - Dumbledore caressed Snape's neck.
- I mean, I can't figure out whether Goonill was angry because I quit the job, or because I wasn't polite enough...
Dumbledore hugged Snape lightly to their body:
- I think, probably both. - they said quite seriously. - Is it that important to you?
- What do you mean?
- What he thought about you, as you resigned.
- No, it's just... It happens all the time out there.
- I don't know, try out some cliché phrases. That's what I did. I believe I have some, back from my Non-Magical Studies.
Dumbledore ran their fingers over Snape's cheek and lifted their chin slightly:
- Mmmm, I can see frustration lift from the bottom of your heart and I am going to kiss it away.
Which they did.
- Why are you doing this? You want me to become addicted, run to you for consolation, beg for your kindness?
- I do what I do because, if you absolutely need an explanation, I want to; it is pleasant for me to know that a person I admire so much finds solace in my company.
- Hmm, we are hopelessly like-minded. You can be so disgustingly honest, and I can't even deny that I love it.
- .
Dumbledore felt Snape lean closer, shuddering slightly. Dumbledore thought for a moment, then said quietly but clearly:
- You are who you know yourself to be, anyone who questions that is a fool.
Snape looked at them, reached out to touch their face and saw Dumbledore almost imperceptibly lean into their hand, Snape buried their face in the crease of other's neck, which made Dumbledore press their body against other's and let their fingers get caught in Snape's soft skin. A few moments later Snape spoke:
- Well, I'm going: one more minute and I will be falling asleep.
- Right.