Last set of drabbles...
Here's the final set of drabbles from my religion class. How sad.
Hope everyone enjoys. As a warning, spring has been getting to me... *grin*
For mattador, Harry/Susan (130 words)
“I’m not going to leave you!”
“I can’t protect you!”
“I don’t need your protection!” Susan’s dark eyes flashed, her fists resting on her hips in defiance. “I will not leave you to fight alone.”
“This is my fight.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry. This fight is everyone’s fight, and I won’t let you face it alone.”
Fiercely loyal was really the best way to describe Susan. Fiercely loyal and “unafraid of toil” - she epitomized the strengths of Hufflepuff House, and Harry loved her for it. Of course, he was also infuriated by her stubbornness. “Susan, all the signs... the prophecy...”
“Fuck the prophecy, Harry. I’m going with you.”
“I need to know you’re safe. Please, Susan.”
“No, Harry. You want to know I’m safe, but I know you won’t be.”
For avariel_wings, Angelo drabble (82 words)
His grey skin could have been disturbing, could have been appalling - so many people seemed to see it so.
But not her.
He slid his hand up her arm, marveling at the contrast. His other hand settled on her hair, petting the soft strands of gold. She was finally asleep, her head pillowed in his lap, and Angelo felt more ate peace with the world than he had in weeks.
“I love you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss Paige’s forehead softly.
For arwena, Seamus/Dean (290 words)
Seamus looked sinfully good, his hair turning gold in the sun and the lightly tanned skin of his chest shining like bronze.
“Do you really have to study, Dean?”
“Yes, Seamus.”
“Because there’s better things we could be doing.”
“No, Seamus.” Dean occasionally wondered if Seamus knew just how much will power it took not to jump him basically all the time, and then the Irish boy would do things like this - lying about like his own personal Irish Adonis and tempting him so - and Dean knew for a fact that Seamus knew what he did to him.
“But spring is all about sex, Dean,” Seamus purred. “We should celebrate spring.”
“Spring is about fertility,” Dean said, turning the page of his textbook. “If you really want me to celebrate spring I’ll go find Ginny.”
Seamus growled lowly and Dean exerted his will again not to shudder. Rolling over, Seamus pushed himself up on his arms, and Dean’s eyes flickered over to watch the play of muscles in his chest. “You’re fucking aggravating, Dean.”
“Yes, I know,” Dean agreed, turning the page again.
Apparently, Seamus was paying more attention than Dean had thought. “You’re not studying,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “No way you read that page.”
“Oh?” Dean asked, mentally swearing to himself.
Seamus crawled closer, pushing his face towards Dean’s. “Yes.”
Sighing, Dean gave up. Seamus was right - it had been almost half an hour since he’d really gotten any work done. With a snap he shut the book on his lap, dropping it on the ground. “Oh, fine...” he said then pushed Seamus off balance, pinning him to the ground. “You win, as usual. Completely irresistible.” Rather than let Seamus smirk at him, Dean kissed him deeply.
For ely709, Robin/Marion (172 words)
Their lives had become calm - things happened in time, but there always seemed to be more time. Time to wait, time t play, time to lie in the sun, her head pillowed on her love’s lap as around them the celebration went on.
Marion smiled up at the crown of early spring flowers one of the children had bestowed on Robin’s head, reaching up to run her fingers through his dark hair.
Robin caught her hand, turning his head to press a kiss into her palm. “The sun is setting, love,” he said. “They’ll be lighting the bonfire soon.”
“Mmm, yes...”Rolling her shoulders, Marion stretched across his lap, arching her back slightly and smiling as she saw Robin’s eyes trail along the swell of her breasts disappearing into her bodice.
Robin’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up, stealing a heated kiss from her lips as he pressed his body to hers. His flower crown slipped from his head unnoticed, as the torch was set to kindle the Beltane bonfire.
And also for Ely, Ron/Padma (110 words)
Ron stood above her and the chessboard as he made his final move. “Check mate,” he said, then leaned down to kiss her deeply.
Padma arched up into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her from her chair and swept her into his arms.
“Bed?” Ron asked softly as he began trailing kisses down her throat.
“Mmm...” Padma purred, her head falling back. “You won, love - your call.”
He delivered a soft nip on her shoulder and smiled. “True, true... Shower then, I think. Merlin knows I love making you wet.”
“Prat,” Padma said with a chuckle, then pulled him back for another deep kiss.
There you go all. Enjoy!
Hope everyone enjoys. As a warning, spring has been getting to me... *grin*
For mattador, Harry/Susan (130 words)
“I’m not going to leave you!”
“I can’t protect you!”
“I don’t need your protection!” Susan’s dark eyes flashed, her fists resting on her hips in defiance. “I will not leave you to fight alone.”
“This is my fight.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry. This fight is everyone’s fight, and I won’t let you face it alone.”
Fiercely loyal was really the best way to describe Susan. Fiercely loyal and “unafraid of toil” - she epitomized the strengths of Hufflepuff House, and Harry loved her for it. Of course, he was also infuriated by her stubbornness. “Susan, all the signs... the prophecy...”
“Fuck the prophecy, Harry. I’m going with you.”
“I need to know you’re safe. Please, Susan.”
“No, Harry. You want to know I’m safe, but I know you won’t be.”
For avariel_wings, Angelo drabble (82 words)
His grey skin could have been disturbing, could have been appalling - so many people seemed to see it so.
But not her.
He slid his hand up her arm, marveling at the contrast. His other hand settled on her hair, petting the soft strands of gold. She was finally asleep, her head pillowed in his lap, and Angelo felt more ate peace with the world than he had in weeks.
“I love you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss Paige’s forehead softly.
For arwena, Seamus/Dean (290 words)
Seamus looked sinfully good, his hair turning gold in the sun and the lightly tanned skin of his chest shining like bronze.
“Do you really have to study, Dean?”
“Yes, Seamus.”
“Because there’s better things we could be doing.”
“No, Seamus.” Dean occasionally wondered if Seamus knew just how much will power it took not to jump him basically all the time, and then the Irish boy would do things like this - lying about like his own personal Irish Adonis and tempting him so - and Dean knew for a fact that Seamus knew what he did to him.
“But spring is all about sex, Dean,” Seamus purred. “We should celebrate spring.”
“Spring is about fertility,” Dean said, turning the page of his textbook. “If you really want me to celebrate spring I’ll go find Ginny.”
Seamus growled lowly and Dean exerted his will again not to shudder. Rolling over, Seamus pushed himself up on his arms, and Dean’s eyes flickered over to watch the play of muscles in his chest. “You’re fucking aggravating, Dean.”
“Yes, I know,” Dean agreed, turning the page again.
Apparently, Seamus was paying more attention than Dean had thought. “You’re not studying,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “No way you read that page.”
“Oh?” Dean asked, mentally swearing to himself.
Seamus crawled closer, pushing his face towards Dean’s. “Yes.”
Sighing, Dean gave up. Seamus was right - it had been almost half an hour since he’d really gotten any work done. With a snap he shut the book on his lap, dropping it on the ground. “Oh, fine...” he said then pushed Seamus off balance, pinning him to the ground. “You win, as usual. Completely irresistible.” Rather than let Seamus smirk at him, Dean kissed him deeply.
For ely709, Robin/Marion (172 words)
Their lives had become calm - things happened in time, but there always seemed to be more time. Time to wait, time t play, time to lie in the sun, her head pillowed on her love’s lap as around them the celebration went on.
Marion smiled up at the crown of early spring flowers one of the children had bestowed on Robin’s head, reaching up to run her fingers through his dark hair.
Robin caught her hand, turning his head to press a kiss into her palm. “The sun is setting, love,” he said. “They’ll be lighting the bonfire soon.”
“Mmm, yes...”Rolling her shoulders, Marion stretched across his lap, arching her back slightly and smiling as she saw Robin’s eyes trail along the swell of her breasts disappearing into her bodice.
Robin’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up, stealing a heated kiss from her lips as he pressed his body to hers. His flower crown slipped from his head unnoticed, as the torch was set to kindle the Beltane bonfire.
And also for Ely, Ron/Padma (110 words)
Ron stood above her and the chessboard as he made his final move. “Check mate,” he said, then leaned down to kiss her deeply.
Padma arched up into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her from her chair and swept her into his arms.
“Bed?” Ron asked softly as he began trailing kisses down her throat.
“Mmm...” Padma purred, her head falling back. “You won, love - your call.”
He delivered a soft nip on her shoulder and smiled. “True, true... Shower then, I think. Merlin knows I love making you wet.”
“Prat,” Padma said with a chuckle, then pulled him back for another deep kiss.
There you go all. Enjoy!