Fic: Sexy on the Kitchen Floor, Hp, Drabble Day Prompt #9
Title: Sexy on the Kitchen Floor
Author: vanessawolfie
Beta: bleedforyou1
Character/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt(s): Drabble Day prompt #9-Picture.
Word Count: 328
Rating: Mature.
Summary: Draco has a hard time learning how to be nice around Harry. He isn't one to admit he's in the wrong, but when it comes to Harry, he might just.
Warning(s)/Author Notes: This involves going from fighting and straight to sex without much inbetween. I don't know how it works, but it does enough for this to be alright. I think. Written for the Drabble Day Challenge at hd_writers.
“You don’t understand!” Draco yelled at Harry.
“You’re damn right I don’t. I don’t see how you can’t respect my friends.” Harry yelled right back.
“I don’t mean to call them those names Harry, I really don’t, I just … it’s a hard habit to break out from.” Draco said, his voice pleading. Harry looked over at him, and softened a bit at the sad look on his face.
“I really don’t like fighting with you Draco, but I can’t continue defending you from my friends when you act like a foul git when we see them.” Harry replied, tired of this argument.
“I love you Harry, but I’m still getting used to being friends with Granger and Weasley. Please, just... give me another chance.” Draco begged.
“I will. You know I will. I love you too. How about, you strip for me, and we’ll see how quick I am to forget about this.” Harry said, turning the
atmosphere fraught with sexual tension, instead of anger.
Draco was seldom one to admit he was in the wrong, but he knew Harry had a really short thread when it came to his friends, beside, Harry had just given him a way out.
So, without further ado, Draco started stripping. By the time he was standing naked as the day he was born, Harry had already taken off his own shoes and socks, jacket and tie. Draco closed the gap between them, before unbuttoning Harry’s pants and pushing them down. He all but ripped off his shirt, although, somehow managing to get it off without ruining it.
After they’d both stripped, Harry gripped Draco’s head and drew him in for a kiss. It started as a battle of tongues, but soon, they both gave up on fighting, like they had with the words and sank to the floor. The last coherent thought Draco had that night, was, How sexy we must look, tangled here on the kitchen floor.
Author: vanessawolfie
Beta: bleedforyou1
Character/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt(s): Drabble Day prompt #9-Picture.
Word Count: 328
Rating: Mature.
Summary: Draco has a hard time learning how to be nice around Harry. He isn't one to admit he's in the wrong, but when it comes to Harry, he might just.
Warning(s)/Author Notes: This involves going from fighting and straight to sex without much inbetween. I don't know how it works, but it does enough for this to be alright. I think. Written for the Drabble Day Challenge at hd_writers.
“You don’t understand!” Draco yelled at Harry.
“You’re damn right I don’t. I don’t see how you can’t respect my friends.” Harry yelled right back.
“I don’t mean to call them those names Harry, I really don’t, I just … it’s a hard habit to break out from.” Draco said, his voice pleading. Harry looked over at him, and softened a bit at the sad look on his face.
“I really don’t like fighting with you Draco, but I can’t continue defending you from my friends when you act like a foul git when we see them.” Harry replied, tired of this argument.
“I love you Harry, but I’m still getting used to being friends with Granger and Weasley. Please, just... give me another chance.” Draco begged.
“I will. You know I will. I love you too. How about, you strip for me, and we’ll see how quick I am to forget about this.” Harry said, turning the
atmosphere fraught with sexual tension, instead of anger.
Draco was seldom one to admit he was in the wrong, but he knew Harry had a really short thread when it came to his friends, beside, Harry had just given him a way out.
So, without further ado, Draco started stripping. By the time he was standing naked as the day he was born, Harry had already taken off his own shoes and socks, jacket and tie. Draco closed the gap between them, before unbuttoning Harry’s pants and pushing them down. He all but ripped off his shirt, although, somehow managing to get it off without ruining it.
After they’d both stripped, Harry gripped Draco’s head and drew him in for a kiss. It started as a battle of tongues, but soon, they both gave up on fighting, like they had with the words and sank to the floor. The last coherent thought Draco had that night, was, How sexy we must look, tangled here on the kitchen floor.