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Touch My Skin to Keep Me Whole by Leela Cat (NC-17)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Alastor Moody/Severus Snape
Length: ~3000
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leela_cat
Author Website: Leela's fic on InsaneJournal
Why this must be read:
This is written in the first-person from Moody's POV, and the voice is fantastic: colloquial, sharp and rude, gruffly amusing, and, of course, vigilant. It's set during the Death Eater trials, for which Snape has essentially turned state's witness, thus requiring that he be guarded until he can give evidence. Moody is assigned bodyguard duty, the only Auror Snape can't provoke to rashness with his flaunted Darkness and his acid tongue. Moody's got this desperate, death-haunted young man's number; he's aware of how brittlely Snape's held together and how delicately Snape prickles at his touch. Tempted, he takes it from there.
On the one hand, it's a tale of seduction; on the other, a brilliant character piece, tense and crisp and fiercely erotic, twisted with addictive passions and pierced, for one echoing moment, with grief.
The sex is blistering; the voice is irresistible; the depictions of Snape and Moody are spot-on. With almost poetic spareness this fic illuminates a hidden truth in the collision between good and evil, forging from their impact a brief ode to perversity and salvation.
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The first touch is an accident. A brush of my fingers across Snape's bare forearm as I'm taking over babysitting duty from Dawdling Dawlish -- useless piece of Thestral shite that he is.
I walk into the front room of the cottage where they've stashed Snape to find him flipping Dawlish a good pair of fingers and Dawlish about to respond with a wand and his usual lack of humour. A quick twirl of my own wand takes care of that impulse right quick.
Bloody hell, even I know better than to hex a Ministerial witness in front of another Auror no matter how provoking the bastard might be.
Not that I care, but it does no one any good at all to let Dawlish work that one out. So I growl, "Put that wand away. I'll have your guts for garters if Snape can't testify because you put him in Mungo's."
"But he--"
Not having the patience for Dawlish's excuses at the best of times -- the Ministry has to find a better barrel to scrape its recruits out of -- I cut him off and give my wand another twirl for emphasis. "He's a Ministerial witness under our protection. He's also a former--" I spit out the word, wanting to get the taste out of my mouth "--Death Eater and probably knows more hexes, curses, and Dark Magic than you've ever dreamed about. He's wandless, not harmless."
"But--"
"Constant vigilance!" I bark at him.
Touch My Skin to Keep Me Whole
Pairing: Alastor Moody/Severus Snape
Length: ~3000
Author on LJ:
leela_catAuthor Website: Leela's fic on InsaneJournal
Why this must be read:
This is written in the first-person from Moody's POV, and the voice is fantastic: colloquial, sharp and rude, gruffly amusing, and, of course, vigilant. It's set during the Death Eater trials, for which Snape has essentially turned state's witness, thus requiring that he be guarded until he can give evidence. Moody is assigned bodyguard duty, the only Auror Snape can't provoke to rashness with his flaunted Darkness and his acid tongue. Moody's got this desperate, death-haunted young man's number; he's aware of how brittlely Snape's held together and how delicately Snape prickles at his touch. Tempted, he takes it from there.
On the one hand, it's a tale of seduction; on the other, a brilliant character piece, tense and crisp and fiercely erotic, twisted with addictive passions and pierced, for one echoing moment, with grief.
The sex is blistering; the voice is irresistible; the depictions of Snape and Moody are spot-on. With almost poetic spareness this fic illuminates a hidden truth in the collision between good and evil, forging from their impact a brief ode to perversity and salvation.
The first touch is an accident. A brush of my fingers across Snape's bare forearm as I'm taking over babysitting duty from Dawdling Dawlish -- useless piece of Thestral shite that he is.
I walk into the front room of the cottage where they've stashed Snape to find him flipping Dawlish a good pair of fingers and Dawlish about to respond with a wand and his usual lack of humour. A quick twirl of my own wand takes care of that impulse right quick.
Bloody hell, even I know better than to hex a Ministerial witness in front of another Auror no matter how provoking the bastard might be.
Not that I care, but it does no one any good at all to let Dawlish work that one out. So I growl, "Put that wand away. I'll have your guts for garters if Snape can't testify because you put him in Mungo's."
"But he--"
Not having the patience for Dawlish's excuses at the best of times -- the Ministry has to find a better barrel to scrape its recruits out of -- I cut him off and give my wand another twirl for emphasis. "He's a Ministerial witness under our protection. He's also a former--" I spit out the word, wanting to get the taste out of my mouth "--Death Eater and probably knows more hexes, curses, and Dark Magic than you've ever dreamed about. He's wandless, not harmless."
"But--"
"Constant vigilance!" I bark at him.
Touch My Skin to Keep Me Whole
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