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Well this is depressing as hell!  I've no inspiration lately.  This little LE/SS drabble came out in minutes.  I have literally no idea where it came from:

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“What?”

“What?”

“Why are you looking at me like that,” Lily demanded, pushing a lock of sweaty hair away from her eyes, as she looked up at Severus from where she knelt, scrubbing the floor of her mother’s kitchen.

“’M not looking.”

She just shook her head and went back to scrubbing.  “Fine.  If that’s the way you want it.”

“It’s not.”

“What?”  She stopped scrubbing and looked up at him again, a look of irritation and slight confusion in her eyes.  There were rings beneath them, so dark it looked like she had been punched.

“It’s not how I want it.  This—this isn’t how I want things,” he forced out.

“It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?”  She sounded tired.

“Maybe…” he acknowledged.  “I’m sorry about your Mum.”

He saw her eyes start to fill, but she looked away quickly and started to scrub at the floor again.  She looked rumpled, and broken, and diminished.  But she was still beautiful, the most beautiful thing in his life.

“Go away, Severus,” she murmured.

“Are you alone here?  Where’s Petunia?”

“Seeing to the funeral arrangements.  You know how she is.  Everything has to be perfect.  I’m fine.  Go home.”

“You are my home,” he whispered before he even realized that the words had left his mouth.

Lily’s shoulders hunched wearily.  “Don’t—please…”

“You don’t like the truth.  You’ve never liked it!” he spat, suddenly angry.  He had just laid his heart bare to her and she had eviscerated him with a single word.

“What truth?!” she shouted back, her eyes suddenly gushing tears, her cheeks flushed red and hot.

He was hurt, and angry; desperate and hungry.  He strode forward, kicking over the bucket of water, soaking the floor, his trousers and hers as he dropped to his knees in front of her, and yanked her into his arms, kissing her hard.  He felt a sob burst against his lips, but then she gave into it.

She let him strip her bare and drown himself in her, there on the slick, cold kitchen floor, and she cried the whole time—the whole damn time.

And he hated her for it

What’s more, he hated himself.

Comments

[cosmiccoz.livejournal.com]

So sad. . . so good. Gods . . . I feel a little run over. Excellect Drabble! I am so impressed, truly am. Very jealous too. Wish I could write like that! But the last few lines, perfect. Mm hm.

[lilyevans-snape.livejournal.com]

Thanks :-).

[iophiel.livejournal.com]

I know I rarely comment on your fiction, though I certainly read as much of it as I can. But I couldn't not comment this time . . . it was really stirring.

Bravissima!

[lilyevans-snape.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much.

[mimimanderly.livejournal.com]

Wow! This was so powerful! It had my eyes welling up. It is not the quantity of words that matters -- it's the quality. This was excellent, Samantha!

[lilyevans-snape.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much, Mimi.

[called-daughter.livejournal.com]

Amazing! How I have missed your Lily/Sev stuff. It's truly breathtaking.

[lilyevans-snape.livejournal.com]

Thanks :-)