Drabble: Distractions
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alisanneTitle: Distractions
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
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dracoharry100's prompt #367: Doubt.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Authors Notes: The next part of my Pub Night Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Distractions
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Slow fucking became fast pounding and finally, satisfying orgasms. Harry, sweaty with exertion, whispered, “Be right back.”
Eyes closed, Draco nodded, and as the mattress moved, he opened one eye, watching Harry walk to the bathroom. With a contented hum, he stretched, inhaling Harry’s scent.
Slowly, his smile faded. This couldn’t last. Something would intrude. Harry’s friends, his friends-- Draco sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Harry slipped back into bed and Draco cursed himself for letting his doubts distract him enough that he’d missed the frontal view.
Draco curled into Harry. “Nothing,” he said, letting Harry’s touch soothe him. “Nothing at all.”
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Continued in Being Responsible (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's prompt #367: Doubt.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Betas:
sevfan and emynnAuthors Notes: The next part of my Pub Night Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Distractions
~
Slow fucking became fast pounding and finally, satisfying orgasms. Harry, sweaty with exertion, whispered, “Be right back.”
Eyes closed, Draco nodded, and as the mattress moved, he opened one eye, watching Harry walk to the bathroom. With a contented hum, he stretched, inhaling Harry’s scent.
Slowly, his smile faded. This couldn’t last. Something would intrude. Harry’s friends, his friends-- Draco sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Harry slipped back into bed and Draco cursed himself for letting his doubts distract him enough that he’d missed the frontal view.
Draco curled into Harry. “Nothing,” he said, letting Harry’s touch soothe him. “Nothing at all.”
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Continued in Being Responsible (LJ/IJ/DW).
