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speakscanadian) wrote2011-08-27 10:27 pm
speakscanadian) wrote2011-08-27 10:27 pm
For Snape
It was a little chillier down here than Ray had thought. He glanced the length of his body, checking one last time to make sure everything looked as it should and then leaned back on his elbows, gaze travelling to the basement door and fixing there.
He tried a sultry look but as soon as he imagined Asher standing there – and laughing - he became too self-conscious and covered himself with his hands, frowning. It took him another minute or two to pluck up the courage to aim a come hither expression at the door. Maybe if he rolled half onto his side and cocked a leg just so…
Nah, that just made him look like he needed the john.
Propping his head up on his hand, he sprawled seductively on the mattress and caressed the empty space beside him.
Chirp chirp.
“Shut up.”
Even the chick was judging him.
Things were going surprisingly well with Asher, so Ray had taken it upon himself to sneak down into the basement dorm and await his return. Naked. It might have made him look easy, but there was a time and a place for playing hard to get and he wasn’t feeling it right then. The entire plan was flawless.
Asher came in.
Asher saw Ray.
Asher joined Ray.
Ray had his wicked way.
Psyched up, the thought made him smile and that was what he directed at the door. “Time to unleash the Italian Stallion.”
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That made it even worse.
"You don't even live here?" Snape repeated. "So you just waltz naked into other peoples' rooms for a laugh? Is that it?"
His hands clenched and un-clenched into fists at his sides. He hated this stupid island. He hated it so intensely that there weren't even words for it.
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This was possibly the worst time ever to try to define their relationship with one word.
"I am a cop, okay!" When in doubt, Ray always turned to his trusty friend. "I don't have my badge on me--" Obviously. He still didn't have much on him at all. His shirt was tugged on hastily. "But as a cop, I am telling you not to breathe a word to him about this." He would never, ever live it down.
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Oh, did Snape ever so hate Muggles. This island represented everything he hated, and this was a prime example of it.
"Usually people who flit about nude do fit into the category of pervert, officer of the law or not," Snape replied drolly. A little smirk started to tug at one corner of his mouth. As horrified and furious as he was over apparently having to room with an exhibitionist, it was a bit satisfying for Snape to know that the man was absolutely flustered.
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He was going to have nightmares, he knew it.
"You should knock," he suddenly accused with a point of his finger, as he grasped around for a sock. Anything to deflect the awkwardness. "Don't you knock?"