Manda!Fic - Captured Moments - Jace Harper/ Astoria Greengrass - Any Age
Title: 'Captured Moments' (1/1)
Author: Manda, aka silverstardance
Characters: Jace Harper/Astoria Greengrass,
Rating: Any Age
Word Count: 503
Summary: A shared moment, and memory.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just having a bit of fun.
Author's Notes: A drabble written for Elle (elle_blessing) as part of the Drabble Meme that she suckered me into. Astoria is actually hers, I just borrowed her.
People were vastly different to buildings, and while Jace's artistic bent tended strongly toward the latter, there were a few subjects - one in particular - that drew his attention as moth to flame. The prime example of this specific creative aberration lay before him at present, her pale golden skin in vibrant highlight from the sun's caress, eyes closed against the bright blue of the sky, leaving him to admire her unobserved.
Her lush, dark lashes lay against her cheeks, and his pencil traced the elegant curve of bone structure onto the sketchpad in his lap, brushing in the detail of eyelash, the soft, dusky bow of lips that fascinated him endlessly.
He paused in his work as Astoria shifted, a sleepy, satisfied sigh slipping from her as she moved. One eye, then the other, reluctantly, slitted open to regard him with a mix of resignation and wry amusement.
"Do you not see me enough, Jason, to render such records unnecessary?" she murmured, brow arching pointedly in question.
"How often, mia bella, is mere necessity a likely motive of mine?" Jace countered, a smirk curling his lips as he glanced up from his drawing to catch Astoria's gaze. "No, far more probable desire, Sass, no stranger to either of us, even since the first."
It was a true enough statement, and conjured the memory of the first time she had caught him sketching her, ages hence, in the Slytherin common room. It had been firelight, then, that warmed her skin to a soft bronze glow; a younger, though no less enticing, figure curled on one of the deep-green sofas, one dainty hand tucked beneath her cheek as she drowsed in the pleasant heat.
"You were annoyed with me, then," Jace reminded absently, framing the delicate face on his page with the tempting fall of dark locks represented to him in the moment.
"And what leads you to believe that such has since changed?" Astoria commented sardonically, though a shade of smile played at her lips as she stretched herself the length of the chaise.
Abandoning his sketchpad, Jace leapt nimbly from his own seat to brace on toes and fingertips above his beloved, grinning in the maddening way that rarely failed to infuriate her. "I imagine you'd have ceased suffering my presence long ago if I caused you only and always such vexation, mia dolce," he pointed out, smile deepening as her tiny hand came to rest at the back of his neck, nails biting lightly into his skin.
"I imagine that you vex me because you enjoy the consequences, Jason," Astoria breathed, eyes intent on Jace's as he hovered over her.
"How very true, Principessa,," Jace admitted, dipping his head to brush his lips in the most featherlight of touches against hers. "You have figured me out. I believe that owes a forfeit."
Sharp half-moons decorated the flesh of his nape in answer, dragging his lips into proper contact at last. Jace chuckled into the kiss, thoroughly approving of his punishment.
Author: Manda, aka silverstardance
Characters: Jace Harper/Astoria Greengrass,
Rating: Any Age
Word Count: 503
Summary: A shared moment, and memory.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just having a bit of fun.
Author's Notes: A drabble written for Elle (elle_blessing) as part of the Drabble Meme that she suckered me into. Astoria is actually hers, I just borrowed her.
People were vastly different to buildings, and while Jace's artistic bent tended strongly toward the latter, there were a few subjects - one in particular - that drew his attention as moth to flame. The prime example of this specific creative aberration lay before him at present, her pale golden skin in vibrant highlight from the sun's caress, eyes closed against the bright blue of the sky, leaving him to admire her unobserved.
Her lush, dark lashes lay against her cheeks, and his pencil traced the elegant curve of bone structure onto the sketchpad in his lap, brushing in the detail of eyelash, the soft, dusky bow of lips that fascinated him endlessly.
He paused in his work as Astoria shifted, a sleepy, satisfied sigh slipping from her as she moved. One eye, then the other, reluctantly, slitted open to regard him with a mix of resignation and wry amusement.
"Do you not see me enough, Jason, to render such records unnecessary?" she murmured, brow arching pointedly in question.
"How often, mia bella, is mere necessity a likely motive of mine?" Jace countered, a smirk curling his lips as he glanced up from his drawing to catch Astoria's gaze. "No, far more probable desire, Sass, no stranger to either of us, even since the first."
It was a true enough statement, and conjured the memory of the first time she had caught him sketching her, ages hence, in the Slytherin common room. It had been firelight, then, that warmed her skin to a soft bronze glow; a younger, though no less enticing, figure curled on one of the deep-green sofas, one dainty hand tucked beneath her cheek as she drowsed in the pleasant heat.
"You were annoyed with me, then," Jace reminded absently, framing the delicate face on his page with the tempting fall of dark locks represented to him in the moment.
"And what leads you to believe that such has since changed?" Astoria commented sardonically, though a shade of smile played at her lips as she stretched herself the length of the chaise.
Abandoning his sketchpad, Jace leapt nimbly from his own seat to brace on toes and fingertips above his beloved, grinning in the maddening way that rarely failed to infuriate her. "I imagine you'd have ceased suffering my presence long ago if I caused you only and always such vexation, mia dolce," he pointed out, smile deepening as her tiny hand came to rest at the back of his neck, nails biting lightly into his skin.
"I imagine that you vex me because you enjoy the consequences, Jason," Astoria breathed, eyes intent on Jace's as he hovered over her.
"How very true, Principessa,," Jace admitted, dipping his head to brush his lips in the most featherlight of touches against hers. "You have figured me out. I believe that owes a forfeit."
Sharp half-moons decorated the flesh of his nape in answer, dragging his lips into proper contact at last. Jace chuckled into the kiss, thoroughly approving of his punishment.