Great Excuse - BtVS/HP - Sirius/Faith - NC-17
Title: Great Excuse
Author: Vesica
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: BtVS/HP
Word Count: 200
tthdrabbles Challenge: #022 - Hormones
Fic-For-All Pairing: Faith/Sirius (HP)
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.
Summary: A sequel of sorts to Friendly Competition. Because you know this how it would go with these two. Also, there needs to be more double drabble porn - seriously.
Sirius felt like death. It shouldn’t be possible to be this tired or sore after a long night spent in bed.
Faith, wakened by his movement, cautiously opened one eye. She met his glare with a saucy grin, stretching with deliberately sensual slowness like a cat waking from a nap.
Which is how much sleep he’d had in the last twenty hours - a catnap or two.
She flopped over, propping her head on a crooked arm. “You feeling your age, old man?”
Sirius let out a growl, turning his back to her.
She just laughed and swatted his rear, the smoky richness of her laugh bringing part of him twitching into wakefulness. “Hey, I’m not the one who brought the melted chocolate to bed.”
“I didn’t suggest playing with binding charms.”
He could hear her smirking. “I gotta do something with all these youthful hormones surging. What’s your excuse?”
He wanted to be annoyed, but the truth was he was feeling younger than he had in years.
“You.” She squeaked as he tackled her but let him pin her down. “You naked, your gasps, you shivering and shuddering beneath me.”
“Fucking great excuse,” she managed breathlessly.
Eh, sleep could wait.
END.
Author: Vesica
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: BtVS/HP
Word Count: 200
tthdrabbles Challenge: #022 - Hormones
Fic-For-All Pairing: Faith/Sirius (HP)
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.
Summary: A sequel of sorts to Friendly Competition. Because you know this how it would go with these two. Also, there needs to be more double drabble porn - seriously.
Sirius felt like death. It shouldn’t be possible to be this tired or sore after a long night spent in bed.
Faith, wakened by his movement, cautiously opened one eye. She met his glare with a saucy grin, stretching with deliberately sensual slowness like a cat waking from a nap.
Which is how much sleep he’d had in the last twenty hours - a catnap or two.
She flopped over, propping her head on a crooked arm. “You feeling your age, old man?”
Sirius let out a growl, turning his back to her.
She just laughed and swatted his rear, the smoky richness of her laugh bringing part of him twitching into wakefulness. “Hey, I’m not the one who brought the melted chocolate to bed.”
“I didn’t suggest playing with binding charms.”
He could hear her smirking. “I gotta do something with all these youthful hormones surging. What’s your excuse?”
He wanted to be annoyed, but the truth was he was feeling younger than he had in years.
“You.” She squeaked as he tackled her but let him pin her down. “You naked, your gasps, you shivering and shuddering beneath me.”
“Fucking great excuse,” she managed breathlessly.
Eh, sleep could wait.
END.