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Remus stared at Severus, speechless for a moment. “I’m sorry, come again?”
“It’s fine, really,” appeased Severus.
Or, well, he thought his tone was appeasing, but Remus knew better. This was the tone Severus got when he was well-aware that it was not fine, really, not fine at all!
“Oh is it? Is it fine?” Remus pointed at the bright green potion bubbling away happily in Severus’ cauldron. “Tell me again what this is?”
“Elixir of Dreams,” replied Severus, doing his best to pretend that this was a perfectly acceptable response.
“Elixir of Dreams. Also known as Nightwalker. You know, the potion the Ministry is trying and failing to get a handle on because of its psychoactive properties?! The illegal potion that will earn anyone caught brewing it disciplinary actions because it’s dangerous?!”
“Baah,” scoffed Severus, waving his hand dismissively. “It’s only dangerous if it’s brewed incorrectly, and I am not brewing it incorrectly. Besides, none of it will ever leave this house, so there is absolutely no reason why anyone would ever even know it was here.”
Remus buried his face in his hands.
“Just— Why?”he asked finally, utterly exasperated.
A wide, toothy grin broke out on Severus’ face, and he wrapped an arm around Remus’ waist, pulling them flush together.
“Because, my love, there’s nothing better than seeing the world on Nightwalker, except—” He pressed a quick kiss to Remus’ lips, then leaned close, murmuring right into Remus’ ear as he went on, “Except having sex on Nightwalker.”
The part of Remus that wanted to berate himself for reacting to this was drowned out by the heat that shot through him.
“Is that so?”
“Mmh,” grinned Severus.
A smile tugged on Remus’ lips, and he softened into Severus’ embrace.
“Well, I suppose you better back up that claim with some hard facts.”
Severus’ grin was carnal.
“Oh, I fully intend to.”