Title: Old Habits
Pairing: Sharpe/Harper
Rating: R
Author:
govi20 Written for the October
look_sharpe picture challenge.
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He had set out to find Harper and so he had. Sharpe soon discovered he was still a soldier at heart, the rifle in his hands warm as a living thing.
Harper sliding over his naked back last night had felt as familiar as slipping into the green jacket earlier that week. Brandy-induced, whispered obscenities had made him arch up against the big body, silently pleading for more and harder. His fingers still tingled from too tightly gripping the metal frame of the small army cot while Harper took him, and he kept touching them.
Old habits never die.