100quills ficlet: Afternoon Delight
Title: Afternoon Delight
Author: angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 385
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 02: Yellow
Warning(s): Highlight to read * implied death *
A/N: The same universe as “Aloha, Neville”. Thanks to lesyeuxverts00 for the beta.
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Bill was looking to track down his lover. He had a free period, and knew that Neville had Thursday afternoons off. He'd decided to procrastinate grading the stack of potions essays on his desk by spending an hour of quality time with Neville. He followed the awful sounds emitting from the greenhouses - it sounded like a cross between a sick Canada goose and a dying cow - which only became more irritating the closer he got to their source.
"What on Earth is that horrible sound?" Bill held his hands over his sensitive ears when he finally located Neville in greenhouse two, where he was tending some yellow flowers that appeared to be the source of the noise. The greenhouses were normally such a peaceful place - not so this afternoon. Neville looked up as he approached, and indicated that Bill should wait in his office. At least it would be quieter there.
"Sorry about that, love," replied Neville as he shut the door on the din. "The honking daffodils are particularly discordant today. I think they're nearing the end of their blooming period. It's as if they know their days are limited, and they protest their imminent demise rather loudly."
Bill grinned. The Herbology professor certainly knew his material, and was happy to impart his vast knowledge on anyone who would listen. It was a good thing Bill loved the sound of Neville's voice, no matter what he happened to be saying. Bill let Neville ramble on a bit more, without really listening to the words, just the rich baritone of his lover's voice.
"Come here, you. I have a free period, and I don't really care what's happening to the honking daffodils just now," Bill growled, pulling Neville closer. The younger man smelled of soap and soil, and something else that was distinctly Neville. Inhaling deeply, Bill leaned in for a kiss. Sighing, Neville wrapped his arms around Bill's waist, snaking one hand up under his shirt, and one downwards, towards the waistband of his denims.
Bill shifted slightly, rubbing their groins together. Neville leaned into him, his groans muffled by the fact that Bill's tongue was exploring his mouth. The last functioning brain cells in Neville's head reminded him that he should ward the door, and he did so before completely succumbing to Bill.
Author: angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 385
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 02: Yellow
Warning(s): Highlight to read * implied death *
A/N: The same universe as “Aloha, Neville”. Thanks to lesyeuxverts00 for the beta.
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Bill was looking to track down his lover. He had a free period, and knew that Neville had Thursday afternoons off. He'd decided to procrastinate grading the stack of potions essays on his desk by spending an hour of quality time with Neville. He followed the awful sounds emitting from the greenhouses - it sounded like a cross between a sick Canada goose and a dying cow - which only became more irritating the closer he got to their source.
"What on Earth is that horrible sound?" Bill held his hands over his sensitive ears when he finally located Neville in greenhouse two, where he was tending some yellow flowers that appeared to be the source of the noise. The greenhouses were normally such a peaceful place - not so this afternoon. Neville looked up as he approached, and indicated that Bill should wait in his office. At least it would be quieter there.
"Sorry about that, love," replied Neville as he shut the door on the din. "The honking daffodils are particularly discordant today. I think they're nearing the end of their blooming period. It's as if they know their days are limited, and they protest their imminent demise rather loudly."
Bill grinned. The Herbology professor certainly knew his material, and was happy to impart his vast knowledge on anyone who would listen. It was a good thing Bill loved the sound of Neville's voice, no matter what he happened to be saying. Bill let Neville ramble on a bit more, without really listening to the words, just the rich baritone of his lover's voice.
"Come here, you. I have a free period, and I don't really care what's happening to the honking daffodils just now," Bill growled, pulling Neville closer. The younger man smelled of soap and soil, and something else that was distinctly Neville. Inhaling deeply, Bill leaned in for a kiss. Sighing, Neville wrapped his arms around Bill's waist, snaking one hand up under his shirt, and one downwards, towards the waistband of his denims.
Bill shifted slightly, rubbing their groins together. Neville leaned into him, his groans muffled by the fact that Bill's tongue was exploring his mouth. The last functioning brain cells in Neville's head reminded him that he should ward the door, and he did so before completely succumbing to Bill.