Not dead
Alright, it's been a long freaking time since I last updated. Since I got back from AX, actually. There have been some pretty big changes since then, the biggest being that I'm now back up at Humboldt and living off campus with my friend Patty. Also, my parents are hosting another exchange student, this time from Germany, so I have given up my room at home again. She's pretty sweet and friendly, although I only got to spend about 4 days with her before we moved me up here.
I was doing great the first few weeks of school, but now it's back to that same old fight with depression. I've missed some classes because I simply couldn' get myself out the door. I have a 15 minute walk to campus from our appartment, and some days, it seems like too much. Other days, it goes a lot quicker than I expect it to.
At the moment, I'm slightly annoyed at/worried about Tom. I emailed him Monday morning and it's Thursday now and I've heard nothing. So I have no clue where he is. If he's at home and has gotten my emails and just isn't answering, then I'm kind of pissed at him, since I need to hear at least something from him before I lose what little of my mind I have left. I haven't had a good week. Depression sucks.
On a somewhat more cheerful note, I wrote a fun little piece of HP/RW slash a couple of months ago that I'm rather fond of. If you don't like HP slash, do yourself a favor and don't read it.
Mornings Like This
I love mornings like this. There is a sunbeam stretched across the bed and I’m warm and comfortable, sprawled on my back with Harry laid out on top of me. He’s got his arms folded under his chin face as he lounges on my chest and that smile on his lips. The one that says he’s feeling lazily horny and has been waiting for me to wake up. I love that smile. I’m also rather fond of the morning wood I can feel against my thigh. I’ll do something about it in a minute, but first…
“Morning, Harry.” I smile and tilt my head up to kiss him. I feel his smile against my lips.
“Mmmmm, morning, Ron. Pleasant dreams?” He rocks his hips lightly against me, then slides up my body a bit for another kiss, this one deep and lazy. We both have morning breath, but neither of us particularly cares. I allow my hands to wander down his back to his wonderfully muscled arse. My hands knead there for a moment before traveling back up, one stopping at the small of his back and the other continuing up to the nape of his neck. His hair at the nape is so soft and he loves it when I let my fingers play there.
I sigh in contentment, breaking the kiss. “Yeah, and a pleasanter wake-up.” I grin and roll my hips, pressing my erection against his. “Care to do something about this?”
“Intriguing proposition,” he murmurs against my lips before beginning a slow slide down my body, keeping contact the whole way down. My fingers go to his hair, combing through the sleep-tangles as he takes me in his mouth. A tangle catches and he grunts around his mouthful, giving me an irritated glance before returning to the task at hand. At mouth, rather.
I’m reaching the critical point quickly this morning, but I want more, so I pull him up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. It took me a while to get used to that, but now it’s one of the most erotic things I can think of.
Letting go his mouth, I move my attentions to his ear, running my tongue along the edge for a moment before whispering, “I want you in me when I come. We have plenty of time.”
“Merlin, yes,” he groans against my neck. The light touch of his lips sends shivers down my spine, then I feel him grin. “We don’t have to go in today, do we?”
“No, we don’t. Two days rest and recovery after each mission.” I love that policy. We won’t get called in unless there is an emergency, and that’s a rare occurrence these days.
My fingers make their way into his hair again and he raises his head to kiss me again. I feel him groping about for the lubricant and laugh against his mouth. “You actually put it away last night, love.”
He moves away a bit to rummage in the drawer of the bedside table, coming back with the little jar in hand. Unscrewing the lid, he dips his fingers, tossing the jar aside again. His fingers trail down to my arse as he lowers his head and kisses me again.
He has three fingers inside me when the flue chimes. Bloody hell. Our friends and my family know better than to flue us on our rest days, so it can only mean one thing: emergency. Cursing, we untangle ourselves and Harry tumbles out of bed, snagging his robe before hurrying into the living room.
Lying there, staring at the ceiling and cursing dark wizards with poor timing, I can hear bits and pieces of the hurried conversation.
“Emergency… sorry… rest day… need everybody we have… new intelligence… big raid… as soon as possible.”
It’s Hermione’s voice, so it must be big. I drag myself off the bed and head to the bathroom to wash up. My ardor has been cooled almost completely by the call. Washing up gets me completely awake. Harry is in the bedroom, pants on and shirt halfway buttoned when I return.
“What’s happening?” I go to fetch my own clothes and dress.
“They’ve got new intelligence in, and they’re calling everyone in, day off or not. ‘Mione didn’t say what, of course, but it’s big and it’s urgent.” He pulls on his robe and pockets his wand. I am still shirtless, wearing pants and getting socks on before shoving them hurriedly into shoes.
He moves to the bathroom and splashes water on his face then grins at me, dripping water all down his robe front. “You’re slow. Hurry up.” He dries his face. I’ve got my shirt buttoned and am reaching for my robe when his glasses sail past me in response to a muttered accio. “Ah, there they are.”
Wand in pocket, I head to the living room and the flue. “Coming?” A handful of flue powder and we’re on our way.
I hate mornings like this.
I was doing great the first few weeks of school, but now it's back to that same old fight with depression. I've missed some classes because I simply couldn' get myself out the door. I have a 15 minute walk to campus from our appartment, and some days, it seems like too much. Other days, it goes a lot quicker than I expect it to.
At the moment, I'm slightly annoyed at/worried about Tom. I emailed him Monday morning and it's Thursday now and I've heard nothing. So I have no clue where he is. If he's at home and has gotten my emails and just isn't answering, then I'm kind of pissed at him, since I need to hear at least something from him before I lose what little of my mind I have left. I haven't had a good week. Depression sucks.
On a somewhat more cheerful note, I wrote a fun little piece of HP/RW slash a couple of months ago that I'm rather fond of. If you don't like HP slash, do yourself a favor and don't read it.
Mornings Like This
I love mornings like this. There is a sunbeam stretched across the bed and I’m warm and comfortable, sprawled on my back with Harry laid out on top of me. He’s got his arms folded under his chin face as he lounges on my chest and that smile on his lips. The one that says he’s feeling lazily horny and has been waiting for me to wake up. I love that smile. I’m also rather fond of the morning wood I can feel against my thigh. I’ll do something about it in a minute, but first…
“Morning, Harry.” I smile and tilt my head up to kiss him. I feel his smile against my lips.
“Mmmmm, morning, Ron. Pleasant dreams?” He rocks his hips lightly against me, then slides up my body a bit for another kiss, this one deep and lazy. We both have morning breath, but neither of us particularly cares. I allow my hands to wander down his back to his wonderfully muscled arse. My hands knead there for a moment before traveling back up, one stopping at the small of his back and the other continuing up to the nape of his neck. His hair at the nape is so soft and he loves it when I let my fingers play there.
I sigh in contentment, breaking the kiss. “Yeah, and a pleasanter wake-up.” I grin and roll my hips, pressing my erection against his. “Care to do something about this?”
“Intriguing proposition,” he murmurs against my lips before beginning a slow slide down my body, keeping contact the whole way down. My fingers go to his hair, combing through the sleep-tangles as he takes me in his mouth. A tangle catches and he grunts around his mouthful, giving me an irritated glance before returning to the task at hand. At mouth, rather.
I’m reaching the critical point quickly this morning, but I want more, so I pull him up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. It took me a while to get used to that, but now it’s one of the most erotic things I can think of.
Letting go his mouth, I move my attentions to his ear, running my tongue along the edge for a moment before whispering, “I want you in me when I come. We have plenty of time.”
“Merlin, yes,” he groans against my neck. The light touch of his lips sends shivers down my spine, then I feel him grin. “We don’t have to go in today, do we?”
“No, we don’t. Two days rest and recovery after each mission.” I love that policy. We won’t get called in unless there is an emergency, and that’s a rare occurrence these days.
My fingers make their way into his hair again and he raises his head to kiss me again. I feel him groping about for the lubricant and laugh against his mouth. “You actually put it away last night, love.”
He moves away a bit to rummage in the drawer of the bedside table, coming back with the little jar in hand. Unscrewing the lid, he dips his fingers, tossing the jar aside again. His fingers trail down to my arse as he lowers his head and kisses me again.
He has three fingers inside me when the flue chimes. Bloody hell. Our friends and my family know better than to flue us on our rest days, so it can only mean one thing: emergency. Cursing, we untangle ourselves and Harry tumbles out of bed, snagging his robe before hurrying into the living room.
Lying there, staring at the ceiling and cursing dark wizards with poor timing, I can hear bits and pieces of the hurried conversation.
“Emergency… sorry… rest day… need everybody we have… new intelligence… big raid… as soon as possible.”
It’s Hermione’s voice, so it must be big. I drag myself off the bed and head to the bathroom to wash up. My ardor has been cooled almost completely by the call. Washing up gets me completely awake. Harry is in the bedroom, pants on and shirt halfway buttoned when I return.
“What’s happening?” I go to fetch my own clothes and dress.
“They’ve got new intelligence in, and they’re calling everyone in, day off or not. ‘Mione didn’t say what, of course, but it’s big and it’s urgent.” He pulls on his robe and pockets his wand. I am still shirtless, wearing pants and getting socks on before shoving them hurriedly into shoes.
He moves to the bathroom and splashes water on his face then grins at me, dripping water all down his robe front. “You’re slow. Hurry up.” He dries his face. I’ve got my shirt buttoned and am reaching for my robe when his glasses sail past me in response to a muttered accio. “Ah, there they are.”
Wand in pocket, I head to the living room and the flue. “Coming?” A handful of flue powder and we’re on our way.
I hate mornings like this.