Never Grows Old (R)
Title: Never Grows Old
Author:mugglemama
Prompt: old
Rating: R
Word Count (should be 100 words exactly): 100 + 100
Warnings:language and lust
Notes: This is in honour of the birthday of hpuckle! Happy Birthday!
We're at the Leaky, having a drink with Harry and Ginny.
It's Hermione's birthday soon and she says she getting "old."
Not bloody likely.
Complaining cause she found a couple grey hairs out of the millions on her head. Smart enough not to tell her I found some, er...down there awhile ago. Doesn't matter, she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, grey hairs and all.
She looks fucking incredible tonight-hair loose, smile bright, tits perky. And that skirt... no woman with a couple kids in Hogwarts should look this good.
Fuck! Can't wait, gotta have her.
*~*
Ron nods his head towards the back hall. It's not a question; not quite a command. I take it for what it is: a solution to the ache I've had since he was called away early this morning.
He excuses himself to the bar, I head to the loo; we meet in the alcove.
No words are exchanged, we've done this thousands of times and hopefully thousands more. We meet in a frenzy: hands groping, tongues licking, teeth biting.
My toes curl and relief flows through me as he enters me hard.
It's a feeling that will never grow old.
Author:mugglemama
Prompt: old
Rating: R
Word Count (should be 100 words exactly): 100 + 100
Warnings:language and lust
Notes: This is in honour of the birthday of hpuckle! Happy Birthday!
We're at the Leaky, having a drink with Harry and Ginny.
It's Hermione's birthday soon and she says she getting "old."
Not bloody likely.
Complaining cause she found a couple grey hairs out of the millions on her head. Smart enough not to tell her I found some, er...down there awhile ago. Doesn't matter, she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, grey hairs and all.
She looks fucking incredible tonight-hair loose, smile bright, tits perky. And that skirt... no woman with a couple kids in Hogwarts should look this good.
Fuck! Can't wait, gotta have her.
*~*
Ron nods his head towards the back hall. It's not a question; not quite a command. I take it for what it is: a solution to the ache I've had since he was called away early this morning.
He excuses himself to the bar, I head to the loo; we meet in the alcove.
No words are exchanged, we've done this thousands of times and hopefully thousands more. We meet in a frenzy: hands groping, tongues licking, teeth biting.
My toes curl and relief flows through me as he enters me hard.
It's a feeling that will never grow old.