A formal introduction and a drabble
I have been remiss in not posting before now. Allow me to introduce myself...
My name is SV and I'm potentially the only hetfic preferenced person posting here. I have much love for slash, as anyone who has read my adoring reviews of underlucius, eumenides1, or half a hundred other brilliant authors fics would know. I simply write hetfic, because my favorite relationship dynamic in the HPfandom is Hermione/Sirius. *gasp* *jawdrop* I know! How did I ever get in?
Author: satinvalkyrie
Title: Religion
Pairing: SB/HG
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A 276 word drabble. Something new for me: first person present tense narration from Sirius' POV. Technically, it could be anyone's POV with Hermione, but since I wrote it, you should know the drill by now. :) This is really just a quick bit of smut blended with the concept of wizarding religion. I wondered what exactly Sirius Black would believe in, and here's my answer...
If I whisper your name with feather light lips, will you fall into my arms and swear to never leave me? If I stroke my fingers down your spine and kiss your neck's tender nape, will you tremble for me, shaking like a buttercup in spring's breeze? My tongue pays homage in your temple, finding the honeyed drops of wisdom and love and savoring them like answered prayers. When you moan my name I harden, feeling blood rush through my veins like live wires, searing and delicious until the pleasure of the pain is too much for me to bear and I lay you out before me, a treasure map, and the x marks the spot. You are my holy book, and I will never need another. Gasps and murmurs you offer like fragrant oils to me, your pagan god. I slide into you and you call my name over and over, your own benediction, your plea for absolution. The rhythm steals you as I move, making you call out obscenities no one else has ever dreamed you'd utter, but I know. I know your secrets and the ultimate mystery of your hidden warmth. I twist my body and it moves in yours, and I find your faith with probing fingers, tracing it and teasing it while my soul thrusts into yours, making us one. This is religion, Hermione, this is what your parents and all your books could not teach you. This is all that is real and pure and true in this life. When all is stripped away, you will remember this. When death hovers in your gaze and hope has fled on her merry way, this knowledge will be your salvation. Feel me, feel this. This is real.
~finis~
My name is SV and I'm potentially the only hetfic preferenced person posting here. I have much love for slash, as anyone who has read my adoring reviews of underlucius, eumenides1, or half a hundred other brilliant authors fics would know. I simply write hetfic, because my favorite relationship dynamic in the HPfandom is Hermione/Sirius. *gasp* *jawdrop* I know! How did I ever get in?
Author: satinvalkyrie
Title: Religion
Pairing: SB/HG
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A 276 word drabble. Something new for me: first person present tense narration from Sirius' POV. Technically, it could be anyone's POV with Hermione, but since I wrote it, you should know the drill by now. :) This is really just a quick bit of smut blended with the concept of wizarding religion. I wondered what exactly Sirius Black would believe in, and here's my answer...
If I whisper your name with feather light lips, will you fall into my arms and swear to never leave me? If I stroke my fingers down your spine and kiss your neck's tender nape, will you tremble for me, shaking like a buttercup in spring's breeze? My tongue pays homage in your temple, finding the honeyed drops of wisdom and love and savoring them like answered prayers. When you moan my name I harden, feeling blood rush through my veins like live wires, searing and delicious until the pleasure of the pain is too much for me to bear and I lay you out before me, a treasure map, and the x marks the spot. You are my holy book, and I will never need another. Gasps and murmurs you offer like fragrant oils to me, your pagan god. I slide into you and you call my name over and over, your own benediction, your plea for absolution. The rhythm steals you as I move, making you call out obscenities no one else has ever dreamed you'd utter, but I know. I know your secrets and the ultimate mystery of your hidden warmth. I twist my body and it moves in yours, and I find your faith with probing fingers, tracing it and teasing it while my soul thrusts into yours, making us one. This is religion, Hermione, this is what your parents and all your books could not teach you. This is all that is real and pure and true in this life. When all is stripped away, you will remember this. When death hovers in your gaze and hope has fled on her merry way, this knowledge will be your salvation. Feel me, feel this. This is real.
~finis~