drabblethon!
Okay, it's time to start our Drabblethon! The rules are fairly simple:
- Select a prompt, write a drabble for it, and post your drabble as a comment to this post.
- And here's where I'd usually write Use the subject line to title your drabble except, haha, THERE ARE NO SUBJECT LINES ANYMORE. So just stick the title of your drabble at the top of ( Read more... )
- Select a prompt, write a drabble for it, and post your drabble as a comment to this post.
- And here's where I'd usually write Use the subject line to title your drabble except, haha, THERE ARE NO SUBJECT LINES ANYMORE. So just stick the title of your drabble at the top of ( Read more... )
Angelina watches red hair and pale skin brush against her thighs leaving soft kisses and gentle touches in her wake. She hisses Ginny's name as the younger woman seeks out her core, touches her with tongue and fingertips, and yet she sees Fred there. Ginny smells and tastes like Fred did. Sometimes she laughs and cracks a joke and Angelina holds her breath because it's like Fred never left. It was why she ended up with George, but George was George, never Fred. Something about Ginny was more Fred than his own twin. She didn't understand it but she went with the flow because she wanted the comfort.
As she comes, as her fingers tangle in red hair and her body explodes, Angelina is glad she can't speak because the only name on her lips is Fred.
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