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said_scarlett) wrote2004-07-01 04:30 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2004-07-01 04:30 pm
Drabbles!
More Summer Themed Drabbles. Three Harry Potter, and one Halfblood Chronicles. I was asked to write some HC slash a while back, and never got around to it. So here we have it, for the six of you who give a damn about it. And for those of you who do read it, Kyle was an extremely minor character. He was Denelor's apprentice, and was described as looking remarkably like his Elven father.
And now, on to the drabbles!
Remus didn’t mind the summer months like most did. Even in late August, the dungeons were pleasant and cool. Especially the stone floor. Smooth, polished stone was really remarkably comfortable. Much more comfortable than any rug, at any rate. Remus enjoyed the cold slickness of the worn stone under his back and, the way it kept him from slipping when Severus was driving into him particularly roughly, and the way he couldn’t grasp it with his fingers no matter how hard he tried. The floor was much better than the bed for making love, at least in the summer months.
Severus always looked forward to the summers. Not because of the end of school, he actually enjoyed school quite a bit. Not because he was going home to his family, he actually hated his family quite a bit. A part of it was because he’d be free of Potter and his gang for two blessed months. Though that was certainly nice. But summer was when he was free to visit Diagon Alley. And a small flat above the Leaky Cauldron where a platinum haired adonis liked to lounge about in nothing but a black satin dressing gown. Waiting for him.
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The Burrow was always so sticky in the summer. Everything sweat. The people, the wood, even the walls seemed to sweat. But it was okay, because Ron decided he didn’t mind sweat. Not when it was Harry, and Harry was slick from….well. You know. Harry looked good with his slim body gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight, when there was just a thin sheen on his skin. He liked the way Harry’s back slid under his hands, the way Harry’s shoulder tasted just a little bit salty, how Harry seemed to glide against him. Summer was best for….well. You know.
Summers in the Citadel were hell. Zed had been rather certain that he’d read something about caves being cool. Whoever had written that had been sadly misinformed. The heat sank into the stones, and made the caves an oven. But it was alright, at night. Kyle came by, and it was never too hot for that. And that was only ever done in the late evening anyway, when the shadows were long and Zed didn’t bother with a mage-light because all he wanted to see was white skin, pale hair and green eyes. All he wanted to see was Valyn.
And now, on to the drabbles!
Remus didn’t mind the summer months like most did. Even in late August, the dungeons were pleasant and cool. Especially the stone floor. Smooth, polished stone was really remarkably comfortable. Much more comfortable than any rug, at any rate. Remus enjoyed the cold slickness of the worn stone under his back and, the way it kept him from slipping when Severus was driving into him particularly roughly, and the way he couldn’t grasp it with his fingers no matter how hard he tried. The floor was much better than the bed for making love, at least in the summer months.
Severus always looked forward to the summers. Not because of the end of school, he actually enjoyed school quite a bit. Not because he was going home to his family, he actually hated his family quite a bit. A part of it was because he’d be free of Potter and his gang for two blessed months. Though that was certainly nice. But summer was when he was free to visit Diagon Alley. And a small flat above the Leaky Cauldron where a platinum haired adonis liked to lounge about in nothing but a black satin dressing gown. Waiting for him.
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lennaofmidearthThe Burrow was always so sticky in the summer. Everything sweat. The people, the wood, even the walls seemed to sweat. But it was okay, because Ron decided he didn’t mind sweat. Not when it was Harry, and Harry was slick from….well. You know. Harry looked good with his slim body gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight, when there was just a thin sheen on his skin. He liked the way Harry’s back slid under his hands, the way Harry’s shoulder tasted just a little bit salty, how Harry seemed to glide against him. Summer was best for….well. You know.
Summers in the Citadel were hell. Zed had been rather certain that he’d read something about caves being cool. Whoever had written that had been sadly misinformed. The heat sank into the stones, and made the caves an oven. But it was alright, at night. Kyle came by, and it was never too hot for that. And that was only ever done in the late evening anyway, when the shadows were long and Zed didn’t bother with a mage-light because all he wanted to see was white skin, pale hair and green eyes. All he wanted to see was Valyn.
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