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Title: Whirlwind
Author: crazyparakiss
Prompt: Storm, thanks MBM for kicking me in the right direction.
Rating:R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Ummm...not that I know of.
Epilogue Compliant? Possibly. It could go either way.
Word Count:Approximately 320
Author’s Note: Happy Belated Bday Tale! It's short, but I hope you like it :D
Summary : Their storm was long overdue.
They started like a zephyr, a gentle roll of air against the vegetation which was rooted into the heated ground. As a storm often does it evolved, rapidly. From the soft whisper of caress it became a tempest of hands which grabbed, scratched, and owned. Kisses that rained like hail, brutal, unforgiving, and in vast amounts; the affections bruised every inch of firm skin which was lily white and pale gold respectively. Then came the lightning of a smouldering look; a blinding glance of pure lust that rendered them both incapable of a thought beyond more. As it often does, thunder followed the flash; clapped between them when their bodies met, wet and desperately destructive like a hurricane.
“I want you,” he panted, “need you deeper.”
“Harder,” the other asked; eyes dark and blown.
“Always.” Knees were thrown over broad shoulders, slicked with the sweat of their exertions.
They lay there shortly afterwards, on the rumpled and musk scented bed. The sky outside the window was a grey which slowly receded back to a brilliant cerulean. Together they watched, at peace as they floated on a haze that was born from the short-lived tornado of orgasm.
“Potter,” the charged current of residual sexual arousal spoke, and green eyes fluttered open as a tan neck turned to spy the pale blond vision at his side.
“Malfoy,” he asked with a lazy hum.
“That was interesting.” Malfoy’s voice was flat, a calmed gale that returned to the gentle breeze with which they had started.
He laughed in response. The rapid beat of his heart slowing to a lulling thud as he rolled on his side to toy with Malfoy’s chest, “That was a long time coming.”
With a bland look Malfoy said, “Really because you were rather fast at that Potter.”
“There’s been a drought, and this,” he gestured between them, “Was a long time coming.”
Fin
Author: crazyparakiss
Prompt: Storm, thanks MBM for kicking me in the right direction.
Rating:R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Ummm...not that I know of.
Epilogue Compliant? Possibly. It could go either way.
Word Count:Approximately 320
Author’s Note: Happy Belated Bday Tale! It's short, but I hope you like it :D
Summary : Their storm was long overdue.
They started like a zephyr, a gentle roll of air against the vegetation which was rooted into the heated ground. As a storm often does it evolved, rapidly. From the soft whisper of caress it became a tempest of hands which grabbed, scratched, and owned. Kisses that rained like hail, brutal, unforgiving, and in vast amounts; the affections bruised every inch of firm skin which was lily white and pale gold respectively. Then came the lightning of a smouldering look; a blinding glance of pure lust that rendered them both incapable of a thought beyond more. As it often does, thunder followed the flash; clapped between them when their bodies met, wet and desperately destructive like a hurricane.
“I want you,” he panted, “need you deeper.”
“Harder,” the other asked; eyes dark and blown.
“Always.” Knees were thrown over broad shoulders, slicked with the sweat of their exertions.
They lay there shortly afterwards, on the rumpled and musk scented bed. The sky outside the window was a grey which slowly receded back to a brilliant cerulean. Together they watched, at peace as they floated on a haze that was born from the short-lived tornado of orgasm.
“Potter,” the charged current of residual sexual arousal spoke, and green eyes fluttered open as a tan neck turned to spy the pale blond vision at his side.
“Malfoy,” he asked with a lazy hum.
“That was interesting.” Malfoy’s voice was flat, a calmed gale that returned to the gentle breeze with which they had started.
He laughed in response. The rapid beat of his heart slowing to a lulling thud as he rolled on his side to toy with Malfoy’s chest, “That was a long time coming.”
With a bland look Malfoy said, “Really because you were rather fast at that Potter.”
“There’s been a drought, and this,” he gestured between them, “Was a long time coming.”
Fin
