Slythindor100 Challenge #81
Title: Having a Row
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None *grins*
Word count: 145
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for Challenge #81 at slythindor100, which was a choice of two pictures. I chose one of lightning over water.
Summary: Draco wants fast and hard.
"Faster, Harry, faster!" gasped Draco.
"I'm going...as fast...as I can," puffed Harry, sweat beading on his brow.
"Harder, harder!" Draco implored, voice tight.
Rather than answer verbally, Harry put his back into it, muscles flexing with the strain of responding to his lover's demands.
"Close...so close," Draco moaned.
Thus inspired, Harry increased his efforts, finally bringing the small boat to shore.
Draco nearly trampled him in his haste to disembark. "Couldn't you row any faster?" he demanded. "We were almost killed out there!"
"It's not my fault!" protested Harry. "How was I supposed to know a storm was going to roll in that fast?" He cringed as another bolt of lightning crackled over the surface of the lake, followed by a boom of thunder.
"It is too your fault!" raged Draco. "You're the one who insisted we leave our wands in the hotel room!"
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None *grins*
Word count: 145
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for Challenge #81 at slythindor100, which was a choice of two pictures. I chose one of lightning over water.
Summary: Draco wants fast and hard.
"Faster, Harry, faster!" gasped Draco.
"I'm going...as fast...as I can," puffed Harry, sweat beading on his brow.
"Harder, harder!" Draco implored, voice tight.
Rather than answer verbally, Harry put his back into it, muscles flexing with the strain of responding to his lover's demands.
"Close...so close," Draco moaned.
Thus inspired, Harry increased his efforts, finally bringing the small boat to shore.
Draco nearly trampled him in his haste to disembark. "Couldn't you row any faster?" he demanded. "We were almost killed out there!"
"It's not my fault!" protested Harry. "How was I supposed to know a storm was going to roll in that fast?" He cringed as another bolt of lightning crackled over the surface of the lake, followed by a boom of thunder.
"It is too your fault!" raged Draco. "You're the one who insisted we leave our wands in the hotel room!"