Fic: Numb, sentence challenge
Title: Numb
Author: winterdaffodils
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~115
Rating: R, just for the warnings
Warnings: implied non-con, use of unforgivables
Disclaimer: The sad truth of all fandom: I do not own them, receive only personal pleasure from playing with them occasionally, and hope the authoress herself or her lawyers are never truly offended by my attempts at flattery.
Summary: It's easier, simpler, to fall under the spell.
Author's Notes: I feel like I should just straight out apologize. This was my original piece/idea for hp_darkarts's imperius challenge, but it was so short I felt like an ass and I went with something else.
Draco sighed, enjoying the warm rush of the spell, its tingling spreading through his previously tense muscles. He slumped, floating and languid, happy to watch the masterful manipulation of his limbs.
Soft words caressed his skin like the hands that touched him, controlling his mind and body with only a careful thought. Draco moaned and murmured, allowing whatever was wanted.
He blinked slowly, calmness washing away every worry and doubt, any pain or discomfort as thick fingers pushed inside of him. He breathed easily, twisting and spreading when directed, resting where he had been left.
It was so easy, simple. He could have been dreaming. Numb to everything but the peace inside. Perfect.
Author: winterdaffodils
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~115
Rating: R, just for the warnings
Warnings: implied non-con, use of unforgivables
Disclaimer: The sad truth of all fandom: I do not own them, receive only personal pleasure from playing with them occasionally, and hope the authoress herself or her lawyers are never truly offended by my attempts at flattery.
Summary: It's easier, simpler, to fall under the spell.
Author's Notes: I feel like I should just straight out apologize. This was my original piece/idea for hp_darkarts's imperius challenge, but it was so short I felt like an ass and I went with something else.
Draco sighed, enjoying the warm rush of the spell, its tingling spreading through his previously tense muscles. He slumped, floating and languid, happy to watch the masterful manipulation of his limbs.
Soft words caressed his skin like the hands that touched him, controlling his mind and body with only a careful thought. Draco moaned and murmured, allowing whatever was wanted.
He blinked slowly, calmness washing away every worry and doubt, any pain or discomfort as thick fingers pushed inside of him. He breathed easily, twisting and spreading when directed, resting where he had been left.
It was so easy, simple. He could have been dreaming. Numb to everything but the peace inside. Perfect.