Title: You tell yourself
Author: Simply Kelp
Rating: pg13 (implied sex)
Summary: You tell yourself that predatory glimmer in his cold, blue eyes means nothing when it's directed toward you. Slash.
Disclaimer: My name is J.K. Rowling... really, it is.
A/N: This was originally written for Mozart's Don Giovanni-- the original version is posted under 'Name.' I realised that with a few changes, it rather sounded like Sirius, and Remus, though there are no names mentioned, so it could really be anyone. If you like Don Giovanni, you should really check out my other Don Giovanni fics.
You tell yourself that you aren't affected by the way he whispers your name. That slow roll of the tongue that makes such a common thing sound so magnificent. The way he makes your name sound like a song-- how he makes everything sound like a song. You tell yourself that when he whispers mischief into your ear in that round, rumbling voice, you don't think sinful thoughts.
You tell yourself that predatory glimmer in his cold, blue eyes means nothing when it's directed toward you. You don't feel the bottom of your stomach fall out, nor do you think about what it must feel like to have those long, white fingers caress your cheek. You're not naïve, and you're certainly not as oblivious as he thinks you are.
You tell yourself that you don't feel jealous whenever he has a woman in his arms, and is whispering sweet nothings into her ear. You don't envy their complete abandon in the face of his seduction. You have certainly never thought of him trying to seduce you; certainly never thought of how willing you might be to the possibility.
You tell yourself that all of this means nothing, but you've known him for so long that you've become an expert liar. If you were anyone else, you wouldn't believe a word of what you tell yourself.
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