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Envinyatar ([info]envinyatar15) wrote in [info]envinyatar_fics,
@ 2007-09-04 22:35:00

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Entry tags:pairing:hp:lily/sirius

[Drabble] Ambivalence (Lily/Sirius, PG-13)
Title: Ambivalence
Author: Envinyatar (aka [info]envinyatar15)
Pairing: Lily/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: adultery
Word Count: 200

Notes: Written for lily100, challenge: sloth. Originally posted here, September 27, 2006.


“You’re a slut, Evans,“ he whispers into her ear from behind as she studies for her NEWTs. She knows he – usually – never comes here when she’s around, so she’s often in the library (she tries to provocate). He may be lazy – but she can’t afford to loose ground in her studies (as if she believes that).

Now she’s lost her last refuge (she plays hide and seek with him). As his hot breath caresses her neck she wants him so badly she’d fuck him right there and then if she didn’t possess a sense of decorum (she only holds back because she knows it’s what he wants). And she knows, from the smirk on his face she can feel but not see, that he knows about her arousal, too.

Sirius has won, and she’s lost. She hates this game they’re playing: it’s always her who looses (she doesn’t think of James). Her breath hitches as he ghosts a kiss on her shoulder, and she shudders involuntarily. “My slut,” he says, quietly enough so that only she hears it. Then she feels him move and walk away, and her hatred for him grows (and she wants him to come back).



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