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FIC: A Moment in Lust: Voldemort/Severus ~ "Can't Kiss" ~ PG
Title: A Moment in Lust: Voldemort/Severus
A series of shorts about Lord Voldemort and Severus Snape.
Author: Batsutousai
Pairings: Voldemort/Severus

Disclaim Her: This series of shorts is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A Note: I originally was just going to write this one drabble, but my lovely Sevvie demanded more, so I'm making a bit of a series out of it.
These stories are, by no means, in any form of chronological order, except that I post them as I write them. So updates should be fast. Like, a couple all at once or one a day. We'll see.

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Short Title: Can't Kiss
Rating: PG
Warnings: Just some harmless kissing. And Angsty!Sev. (And slightly OOC Voldie...)
Word Count: 469
Summary: Severus is well aware that he can't kiss.

A/N: Written for my lovely Sevvie – it's all your fault this got stuck in my head and wouldn't let me sleep.

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He wasn't quite sure how he felt about the whole kissing thing. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy it – on the contrary, he couldn't get enough. It was more that, well, he felt his own contribution wasn't up to par, that he was lacking. While the Dark Lord was a forceful kisser and quite certain of himself, Severus felt as though he...wasn't. And he wasn't quite sure how to tell the Dark Lord. He simply wasn't the sort of person who would randomly say, "Oh, and, by the way, I feel as though I've failed you because I can't kiss." Never mind that the Dark Lord would probably laugh at him.

And, as much as he enjoyed the Dark Lord, the last thing Severus wanted was to be laughed at.

"Severus?"

Severus took a deep breath and glanced up at where the Dark Lord stood, a faint gleam of concern in his ruby eyes. "My Lord?"

The Dark Lord glanced around – doubtlessly making certain there was no one around – then settled himself on the arm of Severus' chair, resting his arm on Severus' shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, my Lord."

"You looked so pensive," the Dark Lord commented. "And maybe a little distressed?"

Severus forced a smile. "I simply missed you, my Lord."

The Dark Lord smiled back and leaned over. "Did you now?" he breathed onto Severus' lips, then kissed him.

Severus tried to enjoy it. He even tried to reciprocate, but it felt wrong and he turned his head away. He must be the worst kisser ever.

"Something is wrong," the Dark Lord murmured, then narrowed his eyes. "Tell me what it is, Severus."

Severus shuddered. He knew an order when he heard one, but he wasn't sure he could follow this one. "I–" he swallowed and closed his eyes. "I– My kisses– I– Damnit!"

The Dark Lord blinked in surprise. "Your kisses? They're fine, Severus," he replied, seemingly ignoring Severus' shout.

But Severus shook his head. "No. My Lord, they're..." He winced and swallowed again. "I know I can't kiss."

The Dark Lord sighed, understanding, and moved to crouch down in front of Severus' chair. "Severus, look at me," he ordered and Severus turned to meet his eyes. "I know you've never kissed anyone before, but it's not that you can't kiss, it's that you're inexperienced. And that's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But–"

"No buts." The Dark Lord stood and held out a hand. "The best way to fix your problem, my Prince, is to practise. Would you join me in my office so we can see about fixing this problem?"

Severus smiled, even as he blushed, and took the Dark Lord's hand. "Certainly, my Lord. It would be my pleasure."

"Oh, no, Severus," the Dark Lord murmured, "it will be my pleasure."