Fic: Close Contact
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alisanneTitle: Close Contact
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry Potter/Seamus Finnegan
Summary: Harry shows his appreciation for the gift he's been given.
Word Count: 260
Genre: Humor, fluff
Warnings: None.
A/N: Written fordaenin's birthday. She requested Harry/Seamus, prompts: handmade quilt and feathers. Happy Birthday, my dear!
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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Close Contact
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Harry watched avidly as Seamus strutted, pausing periodically to pose. “What do you think?” he asked, smoothing his hands over the feather boa adorning his shoulders.
Harry licked his lips. “Nice outfit,” he rasped.
Seamus preened. “You like my feathers?” he asked, advancing on the bed. “Seems like you do.” He nodded at Harry’s erection.
“I just like you in them.” Harry smiled. “Or out of them. I’m not picky.”
Seamus grinned. “Good answer.” Crawling onto the bed, he straddled Harry. “So, do you like your gift this year?”
Harry pulled Seamus down. “Love it, love you.” He gestured at the handmade quilt they were lying on. “And your mum’s is brilliant, too.” He shifted. “Very comfortable.”
Seamus smiled wickedly. “Yeah, I thought we could break it in.”
“I like the way you think.” Harry arched up against Seamus. “But won’t she be upset if we ruin it?”
“Have you forgotten we’re wizards, Harry?” Seamus teased.
Harry blushed. “I just don’t want your mum thinking we didn’t appreciate her gift.” He ran his fingers through Seamus’ hair. “After all, she gave me an even better present. Without her, there would be no you.”
Seamus pressed a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth. “Are you sure you’re not Irish?” he asked. “You’ve a silver tongue, you do.”
“Must come from maintaining such close contact with yours,” Harry said. “And, speaking of...” He rolled Seamus over. “Time to establish even closer contact with some other parts of you,” he murmured, proceeding to show his deep appreciation for his best present ever.
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing: Harry Potter/Seamus Finnegan
Summary: Harry shows his appreciation for the gift he's been given.
Word Count: 260
Genre: Humor, fluff
Warnings: None.
A/N: Written for
daenin's birthday. She requested Harry/Seamus, prompts: handmade quilt and feathers. Happy Birthday, my dear! Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: 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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Close Contact
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Harry watched avidly as Seamus strutted, pausing periodically to pose. “What do you think?” he asked, smoothing his hands over the feather boa adorning his shoulders.
Harry licked his lips. “Nice outfit,” he rasped.
Seamus preened. “You like my feathers?” he asked, advancing on the bed. “Seems like you do.” He nodded at Harry’s erection.
“I just like you in them.” Harry smiled. “Or out of them. I’m not picky.”
Seamus grinned. “Good answer.” Crawling onto the bed, he straddled Harry. “So, do you like your gift this year?”
Harry pulled Seamus down. “Love it, love you.” He gestured at the handmade quilt they were lying on. “And your mum’s is brilliant, too.” He shifted. “Very comfortable.”
Seamus smiled wickedly. “Yeah, I thought we could break it in.”
“I like the way you think.” Harry arched up against Seamus. “But won’t she be upset if we ruin it?”
“Have you forgotten we’re wizards, Harry?” Seamus teased.
Harry blushed. “I just don’t want your mum thinking we didn’t appreciate her gift.” He ran his fingers through Seamus’ hair. “After all, she gave me an even better present. Without her, there would be no you.”
Seamus pressed a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth. “Are you sure you’re not Irish?” he asked. “You’ve a silver tongue, you do.”
“Must come from maintaining such close contact with yours,” Harry said. “And, speaking of...” He rolled Seamus over. “Time to establish even closer contact with some other parts of you,” he murmured, proceeding to show his deep appreciation for his best present ever.
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