Erotic Ecru
Title: Erotic Ecru
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity
Word count: 610
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for bleedingangel84, who requested more of Naughty Knickers with the prompts nude, peanut butter, and Freddie Mercury
Summary: Draco is feeling frisky.
Draco slunk into Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers. He hunched his shoulders, anticipating that Tonks would greet him with her usual bellow of, 'Wotcher, Draco!'
He was astonished, therefore, when Tonks merely smirked at him and winked. Draco realized soon enough why she had refrained from her typical ebullient greeting; there was another customer in the shop. Draco strengthened his glamour and put as much distance between himself and the young witch as he could.
Once she left with whatever she'd purchased, Draco was alone in the shop with Tonks.
"Wotcher, Draco!"
He nearly jumped out of his skin. "Must you shout like a fish wife?"
Tonks punched his shoulder. "Buck up, cuz," she said. "What are you shopping for today? A G-string? Pickle-flavored lube? Anal beads?"
Draco's face got hot. "You do not actually sell pickle-flavored lubricant." It was all he could think to say.
"I do, indeed," countered Tonks. "I also stock guacamole flavored lube and peanut butter, too."
Draco's gag reflex threatened to kick in. "I...er...no thank you," he said. "I'm here to get some knickers for Harry to wear."
"Does Harry know that, cuz?"
"Yes, he does," said Draco. "It's his turn to wear some scandalous knickers."
Tonks cackled and slapped him on the back, nearly knocking Draco over. "Let's find something completely inappropriate, shall we?"
()*()
Draco was pleased with his purchase from Tonks' shop. He strove to be nonchalant throughout dinner and the rest of the evening, but when it came time for him to go up to bed with Harry, Draco sprung his surprise on his lover.
As Harry tugged his jumper off over his head, Draco tossed the gift bag from Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers at him.
"I bought you something."
Harry grimaced. "Flavored lubricant?" he asked, his tone hopeful.
"Guess again," Draco replied with a smirk.
Harry's shoulders slumped. "Draco, you know I don't like to wear knickers."
"You won't be wearing them for long," Draco quipped. "Go put them on in the en suite, then come back out here and give me a show."
Harry's lips flattened, but he took the bag without a word and steamed into the en suite.
Draco found Harry's MP3 player and cued up Killer Queen by Freddie Mercury and Queen. Several minutes later, when Harry stepped out of the bathroom wearing a wrap, Draco hit play.
"Dance for me, Harry," he commanded.
"Piss off," grumbled Harry, reaching for the tie of his wrap.
"Please?" wheedled Draco. "At least shimmy your hips and wiggle your arse for me. I'll do the same for you some night."
Harry glowered at him for a long moment. "Do you promise?"
"Yes."
Harry sighed and shrugged out of his wrap.
Draco's breath caught. The knickers he'd selected were in a nude shade of ecru. They were mostly sheer but for a red rose applique in front. On a woman, it would conceal her bits, but it did little to hide Harry's assets. Harry swayed his hips from side to side once, twice, then pivoted and shook his bum.
"There," he grumped. "Happy now?"
Draco lunged from the bed, snagged Harry around the waist, and toppled him to the duvet. "I'll be very happy in a few moments," he said.
()*()
"I hate you."
"No, you don't," said Draco. He yawned and spooned up more tightly behind Harry. "That was brilliant, admit it."
"I admit nothing," muttered Harry before yawning, too. "And how is it that you didn't manage to tear my knickers off, you ponce?"
"I paid a dear price for those," said Draco. "I was deliberately careful not to damage them. Besides, I want to see you wear them again."
"Sorry?"
Orgasmic Orange
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity
Word count: 610
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for bleedingangel84, who requested more of Naughty Knickers with the prompts nude, peanut butter, and Freddie Mercury
Summary: Draco is feeling frisky.
Draco slunk into Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers. He hunched his shoulders, anticipating that Tonks would greet him with her usual bellow of, 'Wotcher, Draco!'
He was astonished, therefore, when Tonks merely smirked at him and winked. Draco realized soon enough why she had refrained from her typical ebullient greeting; there was another customer in the shop. Draco strengthened his glamour and put as much distance between himself and the young witch as he could.
Once she left with whatever she'd purchased, Draco was alone in the shop with Tonks.
"Wotcher, Draco!"
He nearly jumped out of his skin. "Must you shout like a fish wife?"
Tonks punched his shoulder. "Buck up, cuz," she said. "What are you shopping for today? A G-string? Pickle-flavored lube? Anal beads?"
Draco's face got hot. "You do not actually sell pickle-flavored lubricant." It was all he could think to say.
"I do, indeed," countered Tonks. "I also stock guacamole flavored lube and peanut butter, too."
Draco's gag reflex threatened to kick in. "I...er...no thank you," he said. "I'm here to get some knickers for Harry to wear."
"Does Harry know that, cuz?"
"Yes, he does," said Draco. "It's his turn to wear some scandalous knickers."
Tonks cackled and slapped him on the back, nearly knocking Draco over. "Let's find something completely inappropriate, shall we?"
()*()
Draco was pleased with his purchase from Tonks' shop. He strove to be nonchalant throughout dinner and the rest of the evening, but when it came time for him to go up to bed with Harry, Draco sprung his surprise on his lover.
As Harry tugged his jumper off over his head, Draco tossed the gift bag from Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers at him.
"I bought you something."
Harry grimaced. "Flavored lubricant?" he asked, his tone hopeful.
"Guess again," Draco replied with a smirk.
Harry's shoulders slumped. "Draco, you know I don't like to wear knickers."
"You won't be wearing them for long," Draco quipped. "Go put them on in the en suite, then come back out here and give me a show."
Harry's lips flattened, but he took the bag without a word and steamed into the en suite.
Draco found Harry's MP3 player and cued up Killer Queen by Freddie Mercury and Queen. Several minutes later, when Harry stepped out of the bathroom wearing a wrap, Draco hit play.
"Dance for me, Harry," he commanded.
"Piss off," grumbled Harry, reaching for the tie of his wrap.
"Please?" wheedled Draco. "At least shimmy your hips and wiggle your arse for me. I'll do the same for you some night."
Harry glowered at him for a long moment. "Do you promise?"
"Yes."
Harry sighed and shrugged out of his wrap.
Draco's breath caught. The knickers he'd selected were in a nude shade of ecru. They were mostly sheer but for a red rose applique in front. On a woman, it would conceal her bits, but it did little to hide Harry's assets. Harry swayed his hips from side to side once, twice, then pivoted and shook his bum.
"There," he grumped. "Happy now?"
Draco lunged from the bed, snagged Harry around the waist, and toppled him to the duvet. "I'll be very happy in a few moments," he said.
()*()
"I hate you."
"No, you don't," said Draco. He yawned and spooned up more tightly behind Harry. "That was brilliant, admit it."
"I admit nothing," muttered Harry before yawning, too. "And how is it that you didn't manage to tear my knickers off, you ponce?"
"I paid a dear price for those," said Draco. "I was deliberately careful not to damage them. Besides, I want to see you wear them again."
"Sorry?"
Orgasmic Orange