springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2009-03-11 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, slash, snape/percy |
Happy springsmut, odogoddess!
Author: juniperus
Recipient: psyfic
Title: To Ev'ry Wandering Bark, A Star
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Snape/Percy
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Two lost souls, resigned to loneliness, meet by chance: a tale of rapport and rediscovery told by two voices.
Warnings: First-person narration and experimental structure/formatting,
Word Count: 1,154
Author's Notes: Many thanks to m. for saving me from myself, and for her kind and generous support!
Christmas.
Again. | Again |
I need a drink.
The door to the Hog's Head banged as the wind wrenched it from my grasp. | I can barely discern the blackness of his cloak under the snow—but I would know him anywhere. |
There, in the corner, a hand waves me over. |
He glowers when he sees me. |
Misery loves company, after all.
He's changed. |
He's changed. |
No, impossible.
Improbable. And yet…
After the third drink has passed my lips I'm warm, but it's not just the firewhiskey. |
I watch him—the way he purses his mouth before drinking. The bow of his lip as he speaks is mesmerizing. |
So hot—Merlin!—his kisses flare like afterimages that burn behind my eyelids. I can hardly stand—hardly stand the onslaught—but I shan't allow myself to collapse here in his foyer. | I can't get enough of the taste of him. I uncover the rough stubble on his neck—button by button—and lick the salt from his skin. |
I've been torn before.
No mercy, no hesitation, no chance to breathe as he drives me forward, relentless; pulling and pushing and taking and making me feel. |
I fist the front of his robes and drag him to the bedroom, my mouth never leaving his. His fingers ghost down my chest as I push the wool from his shoulders. |
I feel feverish, my skin erupts into gooseflesh in the cool air of the room, his hot mouth laving my chest leaves chill wetness in its wake. I cannot recall when such passion—such care—was spent on me without coin exchanged. No—there was never caring. |
As I kiss down his chest, rub my face against the hair trailing down from his navel, I delight in his muffled sighs and feel trembling as he struggles to maintain control. I look forward to watching it crumble—those who show the least emotion shelter depths. |
There is nothing—nothing but the tickle of his exhale as he buries his nose against my pubis and his wet mouth engulfing me, nothing but the feel of his hands clutching my buttocks hard enough to bruise, nothing but him. |
Imagining him back at Hogwarts, robes billowing as he stalked around the classroom, sets a fire to my belly fiercer tonight than any night before. Or maybe it's the feel of his cock in my mouth that has set me alight. |
Limbs tangle, noses bump, glasses fly, and he has misplaced the Muggle lubricant—but I can recall naught so graceful as the swish and flick as he casts Lubricus, naught that has brought hope like his worry that he has offended me. Me! |
I don't know where he ends and I begin—resulting in elbows in ribs and shins painfully connecting the bed frame—but he arches under my touch, he growls at my hesitation, he whimpers his need, his eyes hold mine as I move above him. |
At this moment I am nothing—he is everything.
It is enough.
I don't deserve this—him—but I cannot bring myself to martyr what happiness I might yet glean from my miserable existence. |
After padding back from the loo I lay awake, listening to his snoring and noting that in the peace of sleep he loses his frown. |
I will remember it as the best Christmas, ever.