HD500: Shag of Approval
Title: Shag of Approval
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 510
Challenge:
- Recipient: themarisa
- Keywords: fever, picture frame, veil
- Dialogue: "Aim for some creativity and perhaps I will not be filled with such disdain."
Summary: Harry is on a mission to find the perfect gift.
Harry could be thickheaded at times, but once he learned a lesson he didn't forget it. The debacle of Draco's birthday, for instance, had taught him a harsh lesson in what his husband considered an acceptable gift. Harry had purchased an expensive picture frame, thinking that Draco could place their wedding photo in it to keep on his desk. He had been baffled when Draco greeted the gift with a sneer.
"You don't like it?" Harry had asked timidly.
"It's not the most thoughtful or personal gift I've ever received," Draco had announced. "Aim for some creativity and perhaps I will not be filled with such disdain next time."
~*~
Thoughtful and personal, Harry repeated to himself like a mantra as he prowled the aisles of Harrods in search of an appropriate anniversary gift for Draco. The sales clerks were avoiding him, and Harry suspected it was due to the fever-bright gleam in his eyes and the slightly manic expression on his face as he sought to complete his mission. He strode throughout the store, considering and rejecting various gift ideas. Harry bypassed the men's clothing department, the cologne, and the jewelry counter. He spent a brief period of time in the electronics aisle before reminding himself that his husband wouldn't appreciate Muggle gadgetry.
Growing desperate now as he seemed to be running out of ideas and options, Harry stalked past the women's lingerie department only to halt and turn back as a particularly wicked thought occurred to him.
~*~
"You did say creative and personal, did you not?" Harry rumbled in encouragement. He was unable to see Draco's face through the blond veil of his hair as his husband stared silently at the silky, lacy underthings that comprised his anniversary gift. Harry had chosen several pairs of panties in a variety of colors, styles and materials. He had also purchased some lacy camisoles, silk stockings and some racy teddies in red, lavender and black.
Draco raised his head, revealing flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. "This is certainly a creative gift," he murmured. "You're full of surprises, Harry. However, as to how personal it is...well, I think this is one gift that is meant to be shared."
~*~
Still breathing hard, Draco lowered his stocking-clad legs and hummed happily beneath his panting husband. He had thought to model all of his new underthings for Harry, but at the first sight of Draco wearing a camisole, some lacy tap pants and a pair of thigh-high stockings, Harry had slung Draco over his shoulder and hauled him, unprotesting, to the bedroom to celebrate their anniversary in the same manner they'd celebrated their wedding.
Harry sighed and moved off of Draco. "Does your gift meet with your approval?" he asked, a hint of a smug grin in his voice.
Draco smiled in satisfaction and stretched like a cat. Turning to Harry, he responded, "Anything that can get me shagged like that meets with my approval."
Cross-posted to hd_500
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 510
Challenge:
- Recipient: themarisa
- Keywords: fever, picture frame, veil
- Dialogue: "Aim for some creativity and perhaps I will not be filled with such disdain."
Summary: Harry is on a mission to find the perfect gift.
Harry could be thickheaded at times, but once he learned a lesson he didn't forget it. The debacle of Draco's birthday, for instance, had taught him a harsh lesson in what his husband considered an acceptable gift. Harry had purchased an expensive picture frame, thinking that Draco could place their wedding photo in it to keep on his desk. He had been baffled when Draco greeted the gift with a sneer.
"You don't like it?" Harry had asked timidly.
"It's not the most thoughtful or personal gift I've ever received," Draco had announced. "Aim for some creativity and perhaps I will not be filled with such disdain next time."
~*~
Thoughtful and personal, Harry repeated to himself like a mantra as he prowled the aisles of Harrods in search of an appropriate anniversary gift for Draco. The sales clerks were avoiding him, and Harry suspected it was due to the fever-bright gleam in his eyes and the slightly manic expression on his face as he sought to complete his mission. He strode throughout the store, considering and rejecting various gift ideas. Harry bypassed the men's clothing department, the cologne, and the jewelry counter. He spent a brief period of time in the electronics aisle before reminding himself that his husband wouldn't appreciate Muggle gadgetry.
Growing desperate now as he seemed to be running out of ideas and options, Harry stalked past the women's lingerie department only to halt and turn back as a particularly wicked thought occurred to him.
~*~
"You did say creative and personal, did you not?" Harry rumbled in encouragement. He was unable to see Draco's face through the blond veil of his hair as his husband stared silently at the silky, lacy underthings that comprised his anniversary gift. Harry had chosen several pairs of panties in a variety of colors, styles and materials. He had also purchased some lacy camisoles, silk stockings and some racy teddies in red, lavender and black.
Draco raised his head, revealing flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. "This is certainly a creative gift," he murmured. "You're full of surprises, Harry. However, as to how personal it is...well, I think this is one gift that is meant to be shared."
~*~
Still breathing hard, Draco lowered his stocking-clad legs and hummed happily beneath his panting husband. He had thought to model all of his new underthings for Harry, but at the first sight of Draco wearing a camisole, some lacy tap pants and a pair of thigh-high stockings, Harry had slung Draco over his shoulder and hauled him, unprotesting, to the bedroom to celebrate their anniversary in the same manner they'd celebrated their wedding.
Harry sighed and moved off of Draco. "Does your gift meet with your approval?" he asked, a hint of a smug grin in his voice.
Draco smiled in satisfaction and stretched like a cat. Turning to Harry, he responded, "Anything that can get me shagged like that meets with my approval."
Cross-posted to hd_500