Fic: 'Words' HP/DM NC17
Title - Words
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - potion_lady
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1200
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, Sex, Fluff, Flangst, Dialogue-Heavy, Exhibitionism
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Snippets of conversation and captured moments between soul mates.
Author's Notes - Written for my 1sentence claim
After A Flight
"Hey, Harry, how was the airplane?"
"Some bloody kid had a bag of apple slices, and began throwing them for amusement."
"Aaah, the beginning of a criminal career manifesting itself."
"Goddamn kids, they're like bugs; noisy and irritating, and someone always shouts at me if I try to squish them."
After A Night Out
"Morning Draco, want some coffee?"
"Only if it's darker than Hell; my head is killing me."
"I told you that tequila would only bring despair and hangover headaches in the morning."
"My husband slamming doors unnecessarily also does not help."
"You're the one that decided to break the three drinks rule; no one forced you."
"Just do your husbandly duty and provide me with coffee and hangover potion."
After A Meal At The Burrow
"You're my husband, Draco, and I'd move Heaven and earth for you, but this is unfair."
"I'm not asking you to end the friendship, just for us to have a little free time without a Weasley appearing somewhere!"
"Do you want to take the fall when they're hurt and offended, thinking they've done something wrong because we're ignoring them?"
"If it means looking into the fireplace and not seeing a bloody Weasley stepping out of it, then I'll happily take the heat!"
After A Fight
Draco had always been flexible, and he used that to his full advantage now, leaning up to capture Harry's lips in a kiss as his husband drove into him, an apology for the fight shown in every thrust.
Sex with Draco was better than anything Harry had ever experienced; like flying, but freer, more fluid, more perfect than anything else could ever hope to be.
Draco needed this connection, this physical proof that all was well between them, more than he needed anything else; it was his soul's food, the sustenance that kept him going.
After Dinner At The Manor
"Well, I certainly put my foot in it tonight."
"All those months at war and it's a strawberry cheesecake that has you digging your own grave."
"Lucius went green."
"He's the head of the Malfoy house; under no circumstances does he either make cheesecake, or appreciate his son-in-law sniggering at the thought of him in a chef's hat."
After A Birthday
Draco felt empty, hollow when Harry's fingers slid out of him, lubricant thick and warm between them as drunken movements and slurred declarations of love punctuated their coupling.
Harry grunted as he tried to hold himself still enough to enter Draco gracefully, to honour the beauty beneath him with certain and assured movements, not the clumsy jerks so reminiscent of his youth brought on by the vintage champagne.
He had hope that he'd last, that the first clench of Draco's welcoming heat around him wouldn't bring him undone, and Harry took a deep breath before gritting his teeth and sinking into Draco, barely giving the blond time to adjust before he set to a pounding rhythm they'd both enjoy.
Draco writhed on the sheets, clenching his fingers in whatever happened to be beneath them as he squeezed his eyes closed, pinpricks of light exploding behind his lids as Harry tore Draco's orgasm from him.
As Draco convulsed around him, Harry was lost in the crescendo of his own pleasure, giving his all to Draco on choked words and hot jets before he slumped, sated, to the mattress, and slept in his lover's arms.
After A Shopping Trip
"Did you get that CD you wanted, the metal licker thing?"
"For the last time, Draco, it's Metallica, and no, I didn't; I bought a new copy of Weezer's Make Believe."
"What's wrong with the old one?"
"You scratched the disc with the amount you played 'Peace'."
"Funny how that's my fault, but you were completely innocent when my radio's rewind-and-repeat spell failed, coincidentally around the time you went through your obsession with that Wyrd Sisters' song, Poison."
"My life has pretty much been one coincidence after another; I maintain my innocence to the last."
"Prat. Just don't sing along; the rain only just stopped!"
After A Murder
Eyes heavy with regret, Harry stared at the beautiful young man sprawled on the floor - dead from a curse cast by an irate ex-boyfriend - and felt a rush of hatred that his job involved so much death and pain.
Draco looked confused by the bouquet of roses Harry gave him when he finally got home at gone six the next morning, so Harry explained simply, "I love you more than anything in this world."
It was no secret that Harry got emotionally involved in his work, and Draco had heard about the murder on the wireless, so he set the roses in the sink and pulled his shattered husband into his arms, "And I you, always, Harry."
After A Snowstorm
"Evil cheating bastard king of snakes!"
"It's only snow, Harry, you'll survive!"
Packing his own snowball into a solid lump, Harry set off chasing Draco round the park, intent on making the blond pay for sending snow down the back of Harry's jumper.
After A Drink
Harry had decided on the impulsive picnic and dragged Draco into the back yard for finger food and beer, which had taken a decidedly erotic turn, leaving them both naked in the warm spring evening.
Drawn up on his hands and knees, the alcohol didn't leave Draco feeling particularly stable, and he was glad of Harry's firm hands on his hips, holding him up as they fucked under the setting sun.
Hearing a strange coughing sound, both men looked up to see their next door neighbour leaning out of her bedroom window looking outraged.
"You'd better not do that all summer, when I have guests here!"
Both men rolled their eyes; the middle-aged, middle-class muggle was still of the opinion that homosexuals were a taboo species, and both men took great pleasure flaunting their relationship just to irritate her.
"Ugly old bitch," Draco muttered, jerking his hips to convince Harry into resuming his thrusts, and moaning when his husband snickered and fell easily back into their lovemaking.
"This is war, you heathens!"
They snickered, neither thinking she'd do any more than mutter under her breath when they passed in the street; both yelled out in shock when a hosepipe was aimed over the fence, freezing cold water drenching them in seconds.
After Christmas
It wasn't that Harry didn't enjoy having everyone over for Christmas, just that after a while - when his need to be alone with Draco got too great - they seemed to wear out their welcome, and he'd lose himself in fantasies of what he could do when the house was empty again, save for him and his minx of a husband.
Draco loved winter - cuddling with Harry under a blanket always led to teenage-esque groping and fondling, which always led to fantastic sex - and he was glad when the door closed on the last Weasley, leaving him and Harry alone, both with only one thing on their mind.
When his limbs worked again, Harry pulled the blanket tighter around them and tossed another chunk of wood on the fire, basking in the afterglow and looking forward to another year with his husband.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - potion_lady
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1200
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, Sex, Fluff, Flangst, Dialogue-Heavy, Exhibitionism
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Snippets of conversation and captured moments between soul mates.
Author's Notes - Written for my 1sentence claim
After A Flight
"Hey, Harry, how was the airplane?"
"Some bloody kid had a bag of apple slices, and began throwing them for amusement."
"Aaah, the beginning of a criminal career manifesting itself."
"Goddamn kids, they're like bugs; noisy and irritating, and someone always shouts at me if I try to squish them."
After A Night Out
"Morning Draco, want some coffee?"
"Only if it's darker than Hell; my head is killing me."
"I told you that tequila would only bring despair and hangover headaches in the morning."
"My husband slamming doors unnecessarily also does not help."
"You're the one that decided to break the three drinks rule; no one forced you."
"Just do your husbandly duty and provide me with coffee and hangover potion."
After A Meal At The Burrow
"You're my husband, Draco, and I'd move Heaven and earth for you, but this is unfair."
"I'm not asking you to end the friendship, just for us to have a little free time without a Weasley appearing somewhere!"
"Do you want to take the fall when they're hurt and offended, thinking they've done something wrong because we're ignoring them?"
"If it means looking into the fireplace and not seeing a bloody Weasley stepping out of it, then I'll happily take the heat!"
After A Fight
Draco had always been flexible, and he used that to his full advantage now, leaning up to capture Harry's lips in a kiss as his husband drove into him, an apology for the fight shown in every thrust.
Sex with Draco was better than anything Harry had ever experienced; like flying, but freer, more fluid, more perfect than anything else could ever hope to be.
Draco needed this connection, this physical proof that all was well between them, more than he needed anything else; it was his soul's food, the sustenance that kept him going.
After Dinner At The Manor
"Well, I certainly put my foot in it tonight."
"All those months at war and it's a strawberry cheesecake that has you digging your own grave."
"Lucius went green."
"He's the head of the Malfoy house; under no circumstances does he either make cheesecake, or appreciate his son-in-law sniggering at the thought of him in a chef's hat."
After A Birthday
Draco felt empty, hollow when Harry's fingers slid out of him, lubricant thick and warm between them as drunken movements and slurred declarations of love punctuated their coupling.
Harry grunted as he tried to hold himself still enough to enter Draco gracefully, to honour the beauty beneath him with certain and assured movements, not the clumsy jerks so reminiscent of his youth brought on by the vintage champagne.
He had hope that he'd last, that the first clench of Draco's welcoming heat around him wouldn't bring him undone, and Harry took a deep breath before gritting his teeth and sinking into Draco, barely giving the blond time to adjust before he set to a pounding rhythm they'd both enjoy.
Draco writhed on the sheets, clenching his fingers in whatever happened to be beneath them as he squeezed his eyes closed, pinpricks of light exploding behind his lids as Harry tore Draco's orgasm from him.
As Draco convulsed around him, Harry was lost in the crescendo of his own pleasure, giving his all to Draco on choked words and hot jets before he slumped, sated, to the mattress, and slept in his lover's arms.
After A Shopping Trip
"Did you get that CD you wanted, the metal licker thing?"
"For the last time, Draco, it's Metallica, and no, I didn't; I bought a new copy of Weezer's Make Believe."
"What's wrong with the old one?"
"You scratched the disc with the amount you played 'Peace'."
"Funny how that's my fault, but you were completely innocent when my radio's rewind-and-repeat spell failed, coincidentally around the time you went through your obsession with that Wyrd Sisters' song, Poison."
"My life has pretty much been one coincidence after another; I maintain my innocence to the last."
"Prat. Just don't sing along; the rain only just stopped!"
After A Murder
Eyes heavy with regret, Harry stared at the beautiful young man sprawled on the floor - dead from a curse cast by an irate ex-boyfriend - and felt a rush of hatred that his job involved so much death and pain.
Draco looked confused by the bouquet of roses Harry gave him when he finally got home at gone six the next morning, so Harry explained simply, "I love you more than anything in this world."
It was no secret that Harry got emotionally involved in his work, and Draco had heard about the murder on the wireless, so he set the roses in the sink and pulled his shattered husband into his arms, "And I you, always, Harry."
After A Snowstorm
"Evil cheating bastard king of snakes!"
"It's only snow, Harry, you'll survive!"
Packing his own snowball into a solid lump, Harry set off chasing Draco round the park, intent on making the blond pay for sending snow down the back of Harry's jumper.
After A Drink
Harry had decided on the impulsive picnic and dragged Draco into the back yard for finger food and beer, which had taken a decidedly erotic turn, leaving them both naked in the warm spring evening.
Drawn up on his hands and knees, the alcohol didn't leave Draco feeling particularly stable, and he was glad of Harry's firm hands on his hips, holding him up as they fucked under the setting sun.
Hearing a strange coughing sound, both men looked up to see their next door neighbour leaning out of her bedroom window looking outraged.
"You'd better not do that all summer, when I have guests here!"
Both men rolled their eyes; the middle-aged, middle-class muggle was still of the opinion that homosexuals were a taboo species, and both men took great pleasure flaunting their relationship just to irritate her.
"Ugly old bitch," Draco muttered, jerking his hips to convince Harry into resuming his thrusts, and moaning when his husband snickered and fell easily back into their lovemaking.
"This is war, you heathens!"
They snickered, neither thinking she'd do any more than mutter under her breath when they passed in the street; both yelled out in shock when a hosepipe was aimed over the fence, freezing cold water drenching them in seconds.
After Christmas
It wasn't that Harry didn't enjoy having everyone over for Christmas, just that after a while - when his need to be alone with Draco got too great - they seemed to wear out their welcome, and he'd lose himself in fantasies of what he could do when the house was empty again, save for him and his minx of a husband.
Draco loved winter - cuddling with Harry under a blanket always led to teenage-esque groping and fondling, which always led to fantastic sex - and he was glad when the door closed on the last Weasley, leaving him and Harry alone, both with only one thing on their mind.
When his limbs worked again, Harry pulled the blanket tighter around them and tossed another chunk of wood on the fire, basking in the afterglow and looking forward to another year with his husband.