Drabble: Linger
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Warnings/Rating: FRM, for traces of smut? It's not graphic, at all.
Author's Note:
To lady_of_scarlet: You are the best beta ever. I wouldn't have finally put my commas where they're supposed to go if it weren't for you!
sunrunnersioned, I owed you some happy H/Hr smut, and I think I'm a little closer to the mark on this one. In an abstract sort of way? Eh. I'll just let you read it lol.
His taste is undefinable. She thinks it's fitting since she never thought she'd know his taste. Soft lips press firmly against hers, and he asks permission without saying a word. Hands on her hips pull her in until she fits against him like a second skin. All she knows is the feel of him, and how it all just falls into place.
There's a blanket on the ground, sunset reflecting off the lake, and his weight on top of her as he lays her down.
Clothes come off as though she's watching them undress in stop-motion. His hands on the waistband of her panties, a still frame in her mind. It skips to the frozen image of his bare chest as he tosses his shirt to the side. They're pressed skin to skin as his mouth hovers above hers. Lips crash down, he slides in, and everything spins back into motion.
A splash in the lake behind them, green eyes dark with desire, and the sweat between their bodies as they move. His heartbeat against her hands, a flash of gold as the day vanishes, and her voice above it all as she comes apart.
Harry. His name is a hallowed echo as Hermione wakes, and things left undefined linger long after the dream is gone.
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Warnings/Rating: FRM, for traces of smut? It's not graphic, at all.
Author's Note:
To lady_of_scarlet: You are the best beta ever. I wouldn't have finally put my commas where they're supposed to go if it weren't for you!
sunrunnersioned, I owed you some happy H/Hr smut, and I think I'm a little closer to the mark on this one. In an abstract sort of way? Eh. I'll just let you read it lol.
His taste is undefinable. She thinks it's fitting since she never thought she'd know his taste. Soft lips press firmly against hers, and he asks permission without saying a word. Hands on her hips pull her in until she fits against him like a second skin. All she knows is the feel of him, and how it all just falls into place.
There's a blanket on the ground, sunset reflecting off the lake, and his weight on top of her as he lays her down.
Clothes come off as though she's watching them undress in stop-motion. His hands on the waistband of her panties, a still frame in her mind. It skips to the frozen image of his bare chest as he tosses his shirt to the side. They're pressed skin to skin as his mouth hovers above hers. Lips crash down, he slides in, and everything spins back into motion.
A splash in the lake behind them, green eyes dark with desire, and the sweat between their bodies as they move. His heartbeat against her hands, a flash of gold as the day vanishes, and her voice above it all as she comes apart.
Harry. His name is a hallowed echo as Hermione wakes, and things left undefined linger long after the dream is gone.