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Been meaning to write this for FOREVER.
Title: Business as Usual
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico/Harry Potter
Characters: Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands/Professor Severus Tobias Snape
Prompt: #38, Touch
Word Count: 300
Rating: R for “sexuality” and some foul language
Summary: Snape. Sands. The Game.
Author’s Notes: Snape and Sands. Just a little ditty for me to practice writing these two. I decided to try and write a scene using dialogue only, and not have it be a brawl, like it normally would. This is what I came up with. Imagine the pauses and actions for yourself, and as to what the competition was all about…I’m going to leave that to you. Like I said, use your imagination. I sure did. ‘Scuse me. Back to my bunk.
“Finally. It took you long enough. Too much for you to manage?”
“Hardly. I just like to savor it.”
“What in Merlin’s name could there possibly be to savor?”
“Now, don’t be too hard on yourself, sugarbutt. You’re pretty good—it’s just that I’m better. Ask any of the ladies.”
“I might believe that if your tackle were even half the size of your ego.”
“You know, maybe if you would pull that pole out of your ass and stop and smell the roses long enough to jack one off now and again, you’d be more fun to be around.”
“Don’t project your erectile dysfunction onto me, you warthog.”
“Mmm—I would have a scathing reply for you, but that was very nice. Do that again.”
“No.”
“Never mind—do that again…”
“Why should I? Quid pro quo—you’ve done nothing to merit any effort on my part. I think that your immense pride in your vastly superior skills is grossly misplaced.”
“S’not my fault you’re distracting me. There—that better?”
“No, it’s not. Don’t touch me.”
“There was no need to hit. Bad dog.”
“If memory serves, you bit me first.”
“You deserved that—ooohh, sweet Jesus.”
“I suggest you keep to that with which you are better acquaint—dammit!”
“And here you were picking on me about me not exerting myself—self! Ooh.”
“Hmm…”
“…and?”
“I win.”
“Bullshit. You win every time. You’re cheating and you know it—just because I can’t see it doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re doing it.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Now take your hands off me or you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to masturbate with a stump.”
“You fuck.”
“I won’t lower my standards to satisfy your whims, thank you very much.”
“Lucky for you that I have no standards.”
Title: Business as Usual
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico/Harry Potter
Characters: Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands/Professor Severus Tobias Snape
Prompt: #38, Touch
Word Count: 300
Rating: R for “sexuality” and some foul language
Summary: Snape. Sands. The Game.
Author’s Notes: Snape and Sands. Just a little ditty for me to practice writing these two. I decided to try and write a scene using dialogue only, and not have it be a brawl, like it normally would. This is what I came up with. Imagine the pauses and actions for yourself, and as to what the competition was all about…I’m going to leave that to you. Like I said, use your imagination. I sure did. ‘Scuse me. Back to my bunk.
“Finally. It took you long enough. Too much for you to manage?”
“Hardly. I just like to savor it.”
“What in Merlin’s name could there possibly be to savor?”
“Now, don’t be too hard on yourself, sugarbutt. You’re pretty good—it’s just that I’m better. Ask any of the ladies.”
“I might believe that if your tackle were even half the size of your ego.”
“You know, maybe if you would pull that pole out of your ass and stop and smell the roses long enough to jack one off now and again, you’d be more fun to be around.”
“Don’t project your erectile dysfunction onto me, you warthog.”
“Mmm—I would have a scathing reply for you, but that was very nice. Do that again.”
“No.”
“Never mind—do that again…”
“Why should I? Quid pro quo—you’ve done nothing to merit any effort on my part. I think that your immense pride in your vastly superior skills is grossly misplaced.”
“S’not my fault you’re distracting me. There—that better?”
“No, it’s not. Don’t touch me.”
“There was no need to hit. Bad dog.”
“If memory serves, you bit me first.”
“You deserved that—ooohh, sweet Jesus.”
“I suggest you keep to that with which you are better acquaint—dammit!”
“And here you were picking on me about me not exerting myself—self! Ooh.”
“Hmm…”
“…and?”
“I win.”
“Bullshit. You win every time. You’re cheating and you know it—just because I can’t see it doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re doing it.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Now take your hands off me or you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to masturbate with a stump.”
“You fuck.”
“I won’t lower my standards to satisfy your whims, thank you very much.”
“Lucky for you that I have no standards.”
