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Title; Morning
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 047. Teammate
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 621
Summary; ' I love him, I love everything about him. '
Warnings; fluff
Disclaimer; This story 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/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Morning
by; Mack
I love him, I love everything about him.
I love his body. I love the softness of his skin and the way his eyes light up every time he sees me, even if it’s just in passing. I love his smile, I love the way he smiles at everyone, but only ever grins at me.
I love his eyes. I love how they are so light that it seems as if the only color is the pupil and the dark ring around the edge. The iris is so light that it is almost white; giving his eyes an interesting spin to them. I could stare into them all day just watching him move around.
I love that he is darker than me. He burns, just like I do, but he tans to a golden brown where I stay pale. During the summer I am a pale ghost next to him, but he smiles at me and that is all I need to see to forget about everyone and anything else in the world, I just need him.
I love his hair, it’s long and smooth, falling midway down his back to be pulled back into an eternally messy ponytail. Only when we go out does he change it so that it hangs down his neck neatly.
I love his freckles, the way I can trace them over his chest with my tongue, drawing a map for me to follow as I move further and further down until I reach my prize and I swallow him down. I love staring at his nose, as the spots there, and watching him go crossed eyed trying to see my face as I lick the freckles on his nose with a smile.
I love his mother. The way she fusses over us every time we visit, worried that we aren’t eating enough and that we are thin, and wouldn’t it be better to move back to England, New Zealand is so far away after all.
I love his laugh. The way he stares at me for a moment as if trying to decide whatever I had said was amusing or not, before collapsing against me holding his sides in laughter, gasping for air as tears begins to form at the corner of his eyes. He only laughs like that at home, when he is out, he still laughs hard if he needs to, but I can sense a hidden edge to it, that he’s holding back.
I love the way his nose scrunches up when he’s confused or annoyed at something, or if he smells something bad. He’s so adorable when he does that, and all I can do is laugh and kiss his nose each time he does that.
I love the way he always looks at me for reaffirmation of something, looking at me to tell him that he is better than what his name implies. I love the way all I have to do is smile at him and his eyes light up and he seems more confident and able handed to do what needs to be done.
I love to lay and watch him wake up. Watch as his back arches slightly and then his arms go overhead and he purrs slightly like a cat. He yawns and rubs at his eyes before opening them to smile at me softly love shining in his eyes. I rest a hand on his stomach and kiss him far past caring about morning breath, or the foul taste in our mouths. It is enough that it is him I am kissing. I always pull back with a smile and he smiles at me.
“Morning Ron,” he whispers at me and I smile.
“Morning love.”
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 047. Teammate
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 621
Summary; ' I love him, I love everything about him. '
Warnings; fluff
Disclaimer; This story 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/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Morning
by; Mack
I love him, I love everything about him.
I love his body. I love the softness of his skin and the way his eyes light up every time he sees me, even if it’s just in passing. I love his smile, I love the way he smiles at everyone, but only ever grins at me.
I love his eyes. I love how they are so light that it seems as if the only color is the pupil and the dark ring around the edge. The iris is so light that it is almost white; giving his eyes an interesting spin to them. I could stare into them all day just watching him move around.
I love that he is darker than me. He burns, just like I do, but he tans to a golden brown where I stay pale. During the summer I am a pale ghost next to him, but he smiles at me and that is all I need to see to forget about everyone and anything else in the world, I just need him.
I love his hair, it’s long and smooth, falling midway down his back to be pulled back into an eternally messy ponytail. Only when we go out does he change it so that it hangs down his neck neatly.
I love his freckles, the way I can trace them over his chest with my tongue, drawing a map for me to follow as I move further and further down until I reach my prize and I swallow him down. I love staring at his nose, as the spots there, and watching him go crossed eyed trying to see my face as I lick the freckles on his nose with a smile.
I love his mother. The way she fusses over us every time we visit, worried that we aren’t eating enough and that we are thin, and wouldn’t it be better to move back to England, New Zealand is so far away after all.
I love his laugh. The way he stares at me for a moment as if trying to decide whatever I had said was amusing or not, before collapsing against me holding his sides in laughter, gasping for air as tears begins to form at the corner of his eyes. He only laughs like that at home, when he is out, he still laughs hard if he needs to, but I can sense a hidden edge to it, that he’s holding back.
I love the way his nose scrunches up when he’s confused or annoyed at something, or if he smells something bad. He’s so adorable when he does that, and all I can do is laugh and kiss his nose each time he does that.
I love the way he always looks at me for reaffirmation of something, looking at me to tell him that he is better than what his name implies. I love the way all I have to do is smile at him and his eyes light up and he seems more confident and able handed to do what needs to be done.
I love to lay and watch him wake up. Watch as his back arches slightly and then his arms go overhead and he purrs slightly like a cat. He yawns and rubs at his eyes before opening them to smile at me softly love shining in his eyes. I rest a hand on his stomach and kiss him far past caring about morning breath, or the foul taste in our mouths. It is enough that it is him I am kissing. I always pull back with a smile and he smiles at me.
“Morning Ron,” he whispers at me and I smile.
“Morning love.”