Chapter 8
Severus sighed as Sirius pinned him to the side of the industrial freezer. It was 3.28pm on the last working day before Christmas and they were standing in the gluten-free aisle of the poshest supermarket Severus had ever seen. By all rights he should be sneering at the overpriced breakfast cereal and “rustic” brown sauce not-
Sirius hitched forward, pressing his face into the crook of Severus’ neck. “Mummy, what are those men doing?”
“They appear to be expressing affection, do come along Felix.”
“Alright, that’s enough,” said Severus, laughing softly as he wound his hand into the thick, heavy hair at the nape of Sirius’ neck and pulled until they were face-to-face. “Sirius, we are not going to do whatever it is you are attempting to do.”
“Oh pish,” said Sirius. “And you an educator? You should be thrilled at the chance to enlighten young Felix and I am not attempting to do anything.”
“Really,” Severus hid a smile as he untangled himself from Sirius. “Forgive my ignorance but it does appear as if you have, once again, mistaken a tedious chore that most people undertake at least once a week for an elaborate form of foreplay.”
“Severus, my love, everything you do is an elaborate form of foreplay and I for hupmmff-” Sirius was cut off as Severus turned and pressed a hand over his mouth.
“Now listen to me, Black. I am not here for whatever chills and thrills this supermarket is giving you, do you understand me?” Severus waited for Sirius to nod and then continued. “I will complete this shopping trip without being groped behind every display stand. Are we clear?” Severus waited for Sirius to nod one more time before turning and marching away.
Abandoned, Sirius adjusted his slightly-too-tight trousers, took a deep breath, muttered “challenge accepted”, and ambled towards the fruit and veg aisle.