Th is for Thud
Title: Th is for Thud
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Fighting as foreplay
Word count: 195
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: capitu
Summary: Harry wants to skip the apology and get straight to the make-up sex.
Harry was upstairs, sulking by himself. He and Draco had engaged in a spectacular row before Draco stormed out of the house. Harry was ready for some make-up sex, but he had no plans to apologize first.
This was going to require some finesse.
Harry heard the front door open and close, followed by the thud of Draco's boots coming up the stairs. He knew Draco wouldn't be in the mood to apologize yet, either. No matter--angry sex was stimulating. Harry waited until Draco entered the bedroom. Without a word, he stepped into Draco's personal space and shoved him. Hard.
Draco stumbled back, the surprise on his face quickly changing to anger. He charged at Harry, and Harry sidestepped and punched Draco's shoulder. Draco swung around, spewing profanity, and it was on.
They raged through the bedroom, fists flying as they yelled and cursed at one another. When they toppled onto the bed, clothing was torn off in a fit of angry passion. As their bodies came together in a maelstrom of lust, Harry allowed himself a victorious smirk.
Finesse wins again.
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Fighting as foreplay
Word count: 195
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: capitu
Summary: Harry wants to skip the apology and get straight to the make-up sex.
Harry was upstairs, sulking by himself. He and Draco had engaged in a spectacular row before Draco stormed out of the house. Harry was ready for some make-up sex, but he had no plans to apologize first.
This was going to require some finesse.
Harry heard the front door open and close, followed by the thud of Draco's boots coming up the stairs. He knew Draco wouldn't be in the mood to apologize yet, either. No matter--angry sex was stimulating. Harry waited until Draco entered the bedroom. Without a word, he stepped into Draco's personal space and shoved him. Hard.
Draco stumbled back, the surprise on his face quickly changing to anger. He charged at Harry, and Harry sidestepped and punched Draco's shoulder. Draco swung around, spewing profanity, and it was on.
They raged through the bedroom, fists flying as they yelled and cursed at one another. When they toppled onto the bed, clothing was torn off in a fit of angry passion. As their bodies came together in a maelstrom of lust, Harry allowed himself a victorious smirk.
Finesse wins again.