You might not understand all of it, but what do I care? xd Read the damned story and you'll understand.
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I leap up and run through the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, to the toilet, shutting the door so fast that it slams behind me.
I have to haul up layers and layers of inconvenient of robes (who designed these clothes?) to get at my p***s, and then I stand here, in the exact same spot Severus stands when he takes a piss, and I wait, staring at the plain grey stone wall with an armful of fabric, knowing that he's just on the other side of this wall, and he knows I'm standing here, holding my p***s, pissing, or trying to piss, and nothing is happening! I wiggle it a bit in my hand. Nothing happens.
I know I have to piss, why can't I piss? Hurry up and piss! He's going to think I'm wanking in here. I've pissed on his floor, in front of him, so why can't I piss in his rust stained toilet? Er- I wonder if... I turn a bit and aim for the floor. Nope, nothing. I turn back to the toilet, feeling silly standing here with my p***s so delicately cupped in my hand when nothing is happening.
I rock back and forth on my feet, trying not to think about my p***s or pissing or Severus. I glance around the bleak little room, without the multiplicity of cabinets and shelves of potion bottles that line the bathroom's walls. Its just the toilet and a toilet roll and a hand basin. There's not even a mirror hung above it. And here it comes, finally, in a Foosh. Foosh.
fsh.
drip.
Merlin, that feels better!
I smooth down my robes, and the toilet flushes away my piss, off to mingle in piss-land along with Severus's. I frown, disgusted with that bizarre image and return to the study. Severus is not there. He's in the store room again, with that shield up, he probably did think I was wanking in there and now he's probably in there wanking and how the hell are we going to get through five years of this?
I have to haul up layers and layers of inconvenient of robes (who designed these clothes?) to get at my p***s, and then I stand here, in the exact same spot Severus stands when he takes a piss, and I wait, staring at the plain grey stone wall with an armful of fabric, knowing that he's just on the other side of this wall, and he knows I'm standing here, holding my p***s, pissing, or trying to piss, and nothing is happening! I wiggle it a bit in my hand. Nothing happens.
I know I have to piss, why can't I piss? Hurry up and piss! He's going to think I'm wanking in here. I've pissed on his floor, in front of him, so why can't I piss in his rust stained toilet? Er- I wonder if... I turn a bit and aim for the floor. Nope, nothing. I turn back to the toilet, feeling silly standing here with my p***s so delicately cupped in my hand when nothing is happening.
I rock back and forth on my feet, trying not to think about my p***s or pissing or Severus. I glance around the bleak little room, without the multiplicity of cabinets and shelves of potion bottles that line the bathroom's walls. Its just the toilet and a toilet roll and a hand basin. There's not even a mirror hung above it. And here it comes, finally, in a Foosh. Foosh.
fsh.
drip.
Merlin, that feels better!
I smooth down my robes, and the toilet flushes away my piss, off to mingle in piss-land along with Severus's. I frown, disgusted with that bizarre image and return to the study. Severus is not there. He's in the store room again, with that shield up, he probably did think I was wanking in there and now he's probably in there wanking and how the hell are we going to get through five years of this?
Thought I'd share that with you. mrgreen
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