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said_scarlett) wrote2004-07-11 04:59 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2004-07-11 04:59 pm
Drug Drabbles
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slash100's theme is drugs.
Smoke hung heavy over the floor of the cheap, dirty London flat. Remus lay on his back on the floorboards, eyes closed and mind wrapped tightly in a thick opium daze. He could dimly hear music, muffled and weighty as though it were coming from far away. And that was alright. He didn’t need to hear the music, he could feel it, feel it coming up through the floorboards in red and violet. He could feel Sirius too, stretched out between his legs, head resting on his hip. But he couldn’t feel himself. Day after Change never felt so good.
“What‘s wrong?”
Severus Snape only smiled, dark eyes flashing and mouth curled up in an uncharacteristic smile. His tongue darted out, sweeping over his lips as he moved slowly forward.. Remus could smell something unfamiliar on the other boy. He opened his mouth to ask again, but found his words swallowed by a thin lipped kiss. Spider like hands grasped his shoulders, holding him firmly in place while a persistent tongue battered against his teeth, seeking entrance. He gasped as Snape rubbed against him, the Slytherin undulating with an almost feline grace. Whatever Snape had taken, Remus really didn’t mind.
Sirius hated being bored. But it was bound to happen, stuck in that house day and day out. And now even Remus was gone, busy with Order business. The house was empty, except for the oldest Weasley boy. Any company was better than none. Sirius found the red head under the stairs, sitting in a haze of smoke with a smirk on his lips and a joint between them. Sirius chuckled, and slipped beneath the stairs. The harsh scent curled heavy about them as they sat in secret, thighs pressed together and smoke passing between their lazy, cannabis flavored kiss.
Ginny lay back on the bed in her satin champagne nightgown, the one that only came to her thighs and was edged in black lace. One hand was wrapped about the neck of a whiskey bottle, stolen from Charlie earlier that day. She didn’t look up when Hermione came into the room, or when Hermione made a soft ‘tsking’ noise. But she did look up when Hermione crossed the room and pulled the bottle gently away. Ginny smiled a coy, tipsy smile and held her hand out to the other girl. “I’m not that drunk,” she said. Hermione just laughed.
Harry hadn’t thought it was a good idea. He’d protested, but Ron was very convincing. It was hard to say no with a persistent hand snaking up your thigh, and warm lips nibbling at your ear. Just a little bit, Ron urged. Bill and Charlie did it all the time. Harry had been hesitant, but when Ron placed a drop on his tongue and offered it to Harry, what choice did he have? Now, laying with his hips propped up on pillows and Ron stretched out between his thighs, he decided maybe it had been a good idea after all.
slash100's theme is drugs.Smoke hung heavy over the floor of the cheap, dirty London flat. Remus lay on his back on the floorboards, eyes closed and mind wrapped tightly in a thick opium daze. He could dimly hear music, muffled and weighty as though it were coming from far away. And that was alright. He didn’t need to hear the music, he could feel it, feel it coming up through the floorboards in red and violet. He could feel Sirius too, stretched out between his legs, head resting on his hip. But he couldn’t feel himself. Day after Change never felt so good.
“What‘s wrong?”
Severus Snape only smiled, dark eyes flashing and mouth curled up in an uncharacteristic smile. His tongue darted out, sweeping over his lips as he moved slowly forward.. Remus could smell something unfamiliar on the other boy. He opened his mouth to ask again, but found his words swallowed by a thin lipped kiss. Spider like hands grasped his shoulders, holding him firmly in place while a persistent tongue battered against his teeth, seeking entrance. He gasped as Snape rubbed against him, the Slytherin undulating with an almost feline grace. Whatever Snape had taken, Remus really didn’t mind.
Sirius hated being bored. But it was bound to happen, stuck in that house day and day out. And now even Remus was gone, busy with Order business. The house was empty, except for the oldest Weasley boy. Any company was better than none. Sirius found the red head under the stairs, sitting in a haze of smoke with a smirk on his lips and a joint between them. Sirius chuckled, and slipped beneath the stairs. The harsh scent curled heavy about them as they sat in secret, thighs pressed together and smoke passing between their lazy, cannabis flavored kiss.
Ginny lay back on the bed in her satin champagne nightgown, the one that only came to her thighs and was edged in black lace. One hand was wrapped about the neck of a whiskey bottle, stolen from Charlie earlier that day. She didn’t look up when Hermione came into the room, or when Hermione made a soft ‘tsking’ noise. But she did look up when Hermione crossed the room and pulled the bottle gently away. Ginny smiled a coy, tipsy smile and held her hand out to the other girl. “I’m not that drunk,” she said. Hermione just laughed.
Harry hadn’t thought it was a good idea. He’d protested, but Ron was very convincing. It was hard to say no with a persistent hand snaking up your thigh, and warm lips nibbling at your ear. Just a little bit, Ron urged. Bill and Charlie did it all the time. Harry had been hesitant, but when Ron placed a drop on his tongue and offered it to Harry, what choice did he have? Now, laying with his hips propped up on pillows and Ron stretched out between his thighs, he decided maybe it had been a good idea after all.
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Your writing kills me. And makes me jealous. *grumbles*
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*Blushes furiously* Coming from you, that is by far and away one of the greatest compliments I have ever received.