My first drabble
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hpsquick100 and posted my first drabble ever. Severus/Harry, written for the Christmas challenge, "Deck the..." can be found in this original post, or inside the lj-cut below. If you have anything you'd like to say about it... please do. And I do mean "anything"--I believe in constructive criticism.
Title: Deck the...
Author: oddplaces
Word Count: 100 (MS Word)
Pairing(s): Severus/Harry
Challenge: Christmas
Notes: Not exactly squicky; more like, eccentric kinks and/or humour. This is my first drabble; please suggest anything you think would improve it. I live to learn.
Harry very, very carefully inspected the racks of tinsel on the store shelf, occasionally plucking at a bit of the shiny stuff before moving on. He was, he thought mischievously, being as picky as Uncle Vernon—only his concern wasn’t for the price of the stuff.
That night, Severus thrashed impotently, his wrists secured to the bedframe with hideous, itchy Muggle kitsch. His struggles faded, however, when Harry took him in one smooth stroke, Seeker’s hands roaming across his body. Heated breath lapped over his earlobe as Harry leaned over.
“I told you I’d change your mind about Christmas spirit.”
Happy Christmas, all!
hpsquick100 and posted my first drabble ever. Severus/Harry, written for the Christmas challenge, "Deck the..." can be found in this original post, or inside the lj-cut below. If you have anything you'd like to say about it... please do. And I do mean "anything"--I believe in constructive criticism.Title: Deck the...
Author: oddplaces
Word Count: 100 (MS Word)
Pairing(s): Severus/Harry
Challenge: Christmas
Notes: Not exactly squicky; more like, eccentric kinks and/or humour. This is my first drabble; please suggest anything you think would improve it. I live to learn.
Harry very, very carefully inspected the racks of tinsel on the store shelf, occasionally plucking at a bit of the shiny stuff before moving on. He was, he thought mischievously, being as picky as Uncle Vernon—only his concern wasn’t for the price of the stuff.
That night, Severus thrashed impotently, his wrists secured to the bedframe with hideous, itchy Muggle kitsch. His struggles faded, however, when Harry took him in one smooth stroke, Seeker’s hands roaming across his body. Heated breath lapped over his earlobe as Harry leaned over.
“I told you I’d change your mind about Christmas spirit.”
Happy Christmas, all!