sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-09-04 00:14:00 |
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Original poster: facecat
Title: Instant Pleasures
9/4/06
Rating: so tame it’s rolling on its back for a belly rub but just to be safe – no minors.
Word Count: 1416 (not including the song lyrics)
Challenge: Written for the Monday Fun drabble challenge at slythindor100, with the prompt of using the lyrics of Instant Pleasure by Rufus Wainwright “in any way you choose”
Warnings: you might need an insulin shot. M/m slash.
Disclaimer: no monetary profits realized. Not my characters (dammit) or song.
A/N: I tried to do angst. I swear, I really, really did. The lyrics nearly scream for it. But it just wasn’t working. * sigh * The fluff bunny was just too strong and demanding.
"Instant Pleasure" - Rufus Wainwright
I don't want somebody to love me
Just give me sex whenever I want it
'Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
You in the traffic for all eternity
How could that speed be where you want to be?
Said don't you really want instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Think that all these folks get laid?
Do it cause their pain is great?
What you thinkin' anyways?
If drinkin' coffee's your idea of really cool
You can't expect no crazy chick to notice you
Just sittin there dreamin' instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
If you want someone a friend to be
Guess you'll have to win the lottery
But till then repeat after me
I don't want somebody to love me
Just give me sex whenever I want it
'Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
I don't want somebody to love me
I don't want somebody to love me...
The song was blaring on the stereo as he walked into the nearly dark apartment and suddenly Harry wasn’t feeling so tired. Draco had been the epitome of understanding and self-restraint (well, for him anyway) for the past month of this assignment from hell. Harry had had little to no time to spend with his lover and it was wearing on them both. But now, it was finally over. For the past week Draco had been leaving not so subtle hints (subtle? Draco? HA!) about his plans for when this latest duty was finished. Harry dropped his cloak over the sofa and followed the tea lights lining the floor to the bathroom where he was greeted with more candles, tantalizing scents and the most alluring sight of his sultry blond leaning (posing) against the back of the tub submerged in a most assuredly luxurious bubble bath. Harry stared down at his lover, slowly undressing himself as Draco watched through half-lowered lashes, a slow smirk gracing his lips.
“Hello, lover. Interesting song. You don’t want somebody to love you?”
“No one but you. And that’s not the part I want you to focus on & you know it. Now, get your delectable ass in here.”
“Mmmmm, I like the way you think,” Harry sighed contentedly and happily complied with the demand, sporting an answering smirk of his own. His wish of being able to come home and sink into a warm bath, a warm bed and a hot blond coming to fruition.
Instant pleasure indeed.
And again I tag aquila_star as it doesn’t look like she’s been tagged in a while. Since we seem to be in song fic mode the prompt is to use the lyrics of "Green Eyes" by Cold Play. (I love this song).