Leigh!fic- Darkness and Light (1/1)- Salazar Slytherin/Rowena Ravenclaw
Title: Darkness and Light(1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Salazar Slytherin/Rowena Ravenclaw
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 395
Summary: Salazar was her darkness, Godric her light. Only with both of them did she feel complete.
Author's Notes: This was written for last week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompts were "the Founders" and "Taste me, drink my soul, show me all the things that I shouldn't know..."
The chamber was black as pitch, the new moon lending no light to aid Rowena's sight. She didn't need to see to feel, though; the heavy brocade of her skirts, nestled around her thighs, the cool night air that caressed her calves. Silk ropes chafed at her wrists, binding her arms above her head.
"This is wrong," she whispered weakly.
Silence.
The sudden cold press of steel against her neck made her gasp instinctively, a sharp inhale. And then she felt his weight settle on the other side of her, causing the bed to dip and her body to slide towards him.
"Is it?" he queried, his voice low and dangerous. One thin, elegant hand ran the blade over her beating pulse, letting the feeling of cool steel seep into her skin. "Why is this wrong, Rowena? Because your Godric doesn't make you feel this way?"
As he spoke, his free hand trailed over her bare leg, sliding up to hover over the apex of her thighs. He was so close, teasing her, and she longed to feel him touch her there, to claim her as his. Salazar was her darkness, Godric her light. Only with both of them did she feel complete.
"Salazar," she breathed, straining blindly towards him. "Oh Salazar- oh!"
A sharp sting of pain laced through her skin, and she could feel the hot trickle of blood run down her neck from where the blade had sliced her skin. It was his way, his mark; a way to show that, if only for the new moon, she belonged to him.
Rowena gasped when his tongue pressed against the cut, lapping up her blood in a long, sensory lick. When he pressed his lips to hers, she could feel the coppery tang against her own lips, tasting of everything she shouldn't know. Salazar knew her soul, everything dark and twisted inside of her was mirrored in his eyes.
And then suddenly, without warning, he was inside of her and oh, it was perfection. There was no need for sight; every sense was heightened. In the thrust of their hips, the slide of his lips, their bodies connected in a way that made no sense, yet perfect sense.
Only after the pleasure had faded did the darkness give way to light. It was morning once more, and she no longer belonged to him.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Salazar Slytherin/Rowena Ravenclaw
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 395
Summary: Salazar was her darkness, Godric her light. Only with both of them did she feel complete.
Author's Notes: This was written for last week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompts were "the Founders" and "Taste me, drink my soul, show me all the things that I shouldn't know..."
The chamber was black as pitch, the new moon lending no light to aid Rowena's sight. She didn't need to see to feel, though; the heavy brocade of her skirts, nestled around her thighs, the cool night air that caressed her calves. Silk ropes chafed at her wrists, binding her arms above her head.
"This is wrong," she whispered weakly.
Silence.
The sudden cold press of steel against her neck made her gasp instinctively, a sharp inhale. And then she felt his weight settle on the other side of her, causing the bed to dip and her body to slide towards him.
"Is it?" he queried, his voice low and dangerous. One thin, elegant hand ran the blade over her beating pulse, letting the feeling of cool steel seep into her skin. "Why is this wrong, Rowena? Because your Godric doesn't make you feel this way?"
As he spoke, his free hand trailed over her bare leg, sliding up to hover over the apex of her thighs. He was so close, teasing her, and she longed to feel him touch her there, to claim her as his. Salazar was her darkness, Godric her light. Only with both of them did she feel complete.
"Salazar," she breathed, straining blindly towards him. "Oh Salazar- oh!"
A sharp sting of pain laced through her skin, and she could feel the hot trickle of blood run down her neck from where the blade had sliced her skin. It was his way, his mark; a way to show that, if only for the new moon, she belonged to him.
Rowena gasped when his tongue pressed against the cut, lapping up her blood in a long, sensory lick. When he pressed his lips to hers, she could feel the coppery tang against her own lips, tasting of everything she shouldn't know. Salazar knew her soul, everything dark and twisted inside of her was mirrored in his eyes.
And then suddenly, without warning, he was inside of her and oh, it was perfection. There was no need for sight; every sense was heightened. In the thrust of their hips, the slide of his lips, their bodies connected in a way that made no sense, yet perfect sense.
Only after the pleasure had faded did the darkness give way to light. It was morning once more, and she no longer belonged to him.