Drabble: A Thanksgiving drabble for all my friends!
Title: Thankful
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: DM/HP
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slash (For purposes of LJ's draconian ToS, all characters are considered to be at least 18 years of age or older.)
Word count: 440
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
A/N: This is a continuation of Two Days, in which Harry came home.
Draco stood immobile, trying to make sense of the words on the parchment. Harry was home? Harry was home!
He narrowly avoided another painful encounter with the coffee table as he raced across the room to the door. He fumbled, cursing, at the knob before he managed to turn it and fling the door wide. Harry stood on the porch, looking...unsure of himself, and another piece of Draco's heart broke. He moved aside, allowing Harry to step across the threshold.
"Draco, I..."
"Harry, I..."
They began speaking at the same time, then they both subsided, looking anxiously at one another. For his part, Draco was drinking Harry in, eyes scanning his face, reacquainting himself with the beloved features. He reached out a trembling hand to touch Harry tentatively, allowing himself only to stroke the other's hair with the tips of his fingers.
Harry tilted his head into the caress and sighed, and Draco's restraint broke. He swept his partner up in a crushing embrace, clutching him so tightly to his chest that not even a whisper could come between them. Harry's arms wrapped around him, and he ducked his head and rubbed his cheek against Draco's shoulder.
Then Draco was tipping Harry's chin up, and their mouths were clinging to one another as their hands grasped and clutched and their knees gave way, dropping them into a graceless tangle on the floor.
Draco hadn't intended to welcome Harry home with a quick fuck on the floor of the foyer, but Harry wasn't complaining. They'd been apart two days too long, and they were made impatient by need. The need for sexual release, yes, but also the need to touch, to kiss and caress. The need to reconnect.
Clothing was hastily cast off or pushed aside, and soon (not soon enough), Draco was settled between Harry's legs, their bodies locked together, rocking together in familiar intimacy. Soon (all too soon) it was over, as they came in a rush, each crying out the other's name.
Draco raised himself on shaking forearms, his lower body still nestled securely in the cradle of his lover's thighs, and spent a long moment just gazing at Harry. The love and trust he saw shining from those green eyes both awed and humbled him, and he was overwhelmed with the rightness of this. Harry belonged here: in his arms, in his heart, and in his life.
With a betraying tremor in his fingers, Draco brushed a lock of Harry's dark hair from his forehead and murmured, "I am so thankful you're home."
Harry captured Draco's hand and pressed a kiss to his palm before he whispered, "I am, too."
Cross-posted to slythindor100
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: DM/HP
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slash (For purposes of LJ's draconian ToS, all characters are considered to be at least 18 years of age or older.)
Word count: 440
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
A/N: This is a continuation of Two Days, in which Harry came home.
Draco stood immobile, trying to make sense of the words on the parchment. Harry was home? Harry was home!
He narrowly avoided another painful encounter with the coffee table as he raced across the room to the door. He fumbled, cursing, at the knob before he managed to turn it and fling the door wide. Harry stood on the porch, looking...unsure of himself, and another piece of Draco's heart broke. He moved aside, allowing Harry to step across the threshold.
"Draco, I..."
"Harry, I..."
They began speaking at the same time, then they both subsided, looking anxiously at one another. For his part, Draco was drinking Harry in, eyes scanning his face, reacquainting himself with the beloved features. He reached out a trembling hand to touch Harry tentatively, allowing himself only to stroke the other's hair with the tips of his fingers.
Harry tilted his head into the caress and sighed, and Draco's restraint broke. He swept his partner up in a crushing embrace, clutching him so tightly to his chest that not even a whisper could come between them. Harry's arms wrapped around him, and he ducked his head and rubbed his cheek against Draco's shoulder.
Then Draco was tipping Harry's chin up, and their mouths were clinging to one another as their hands grasped and clutched and their knees gave way, dropping them into a graceless tangle on the floor.
Draco hadn't intended to welcome Harry home with a quick fuck on the floor of the foyer, but Harry wasn't complaining. They'd been apart two days too long, and they were made impatient by need. The need for sexual release, yes, but also the need to touch, to kiss and caress. The need to reconnect.
Clothing was hastily cast off or pushed aside, and soon (not soon enough), Draco was settled between Harry's legs, their bodies locked together, rocking together in familiar intimacy. Soon (all too soon) it was over, as they came in a rush, each crying out the other's name.
Draco raised himself on shaking forearms, his lower body still nestled securely in the cradle of his lover's thighs, and spent a long moment just gazing at Harry. The love and trust he saw shining from those green eyes both awed and humbled him, and he was overwhelmed with the rightness of this. Harry belonged here: in his arms, in his heart, and in his life.
With a betraying tremor in his fingers, Draco brushed a lock of Harry's dark hair from his forehead and murmured, "I am so thankful you're home."
Harry captured Draco's hand and pressed a kiss to his palm before he whispered, "I am, too."
Cross-posted to slythindor100