Drabble: No Complaints
Nov. 15th, 2008 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alisanneTitle: No Complaints
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
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snarry100's challenge #136: Dreams
Warning(s): Suggestive.
A/N: Severus is an expert.
Beta:sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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No Complaints
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“...then the cow ate the ice cream cone.” Harry shook his head. “My brain is such a weird place.”
“No comment,” Severus said dryly. “Did anything else happen?”
“The cow flew away.”
“What flavour was the ice cream?”
“What? How’s that important?” Harry asked, incredulous.
“Every detail matters” Severus smirked. “Although, I can still interpret your dream.”
“Great. What does it mean?”
“That you wish to have more adventurous sex. Incarcerous!”
Harry bit back a moan as the ropes tied him, spread-eagled, to the bed. “You always say that.”
Severus straddled him. “Are you complaining?”
Harry grinned. “Not at all.”
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Author:
alisanneWord Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Written for
snarry100's challenge #136: DreamsWarning(s): Suggestive.
A/N: Severus is an expert.
Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
No Complaints
~
“...then the cow ate the ice cream cone.” Harry shook his head. “My brain is such a weird place.”
“No comment,” Severus said dryly. “Did anything else happen?”
“The cow flew away.”
“What flavour was the ice cream?”
“What? How’s that important?” Harry asked, incredulous.
“Every detail matters” Severus smirked. “Although, I can still interpret your dream.”
“Great. What does it mean?”
“That you wish to have more adventurous sex. Incarcerous!”
Harry bit back a moan as the ropes tied him, spread-eagled, to the bed. “You always say that.”
Severus straddled him. “Are you complaining?”
Harry grinned. “Not at all.”
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