[Fic:] Time we steal
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smirkingcatTitle: Time we steal
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 332
Rating: PG-16 (i am not sure it is suggestive but not really juicy)
Prompt:tracery on a frosted window
Warning: i had a long day, my mind broke it shows
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:i only noticed today that I have not mentioned any sort of summary… the question is do i want to start with such a thing today? (the answer is no, certainly not today, but if you tell me i should, i shall endeavour to make the effort in the future)
Time we steal
Draco had to bite hard down on his lip to stop himself from moaning loud as Harry moved against him so perfectly. Their bodies were once more connected in perfect harmony, a rhythm that came to them so naturally. It was the sliding of hot skin on skin, the grunts Harry was unable to keep in, the want, and longing they could only satisfy in these stolen moments.
Moments that came only to be, because Harry was such a risk taker. Every know and then Draco would find a message, with a time in his cloak, and they would come here. Here were it all had started for Harry, but were right now the war could not touch them.
They both knew it was insane, had known so since the first time. But it felt to right, too good to not take as much as he could from it.
These moments were the only ones he felt like himself again, the only ones he felt saved, and loved and as something important. And he hoped, that he was not the only one.
On the other side of this wall what they had could never be, they were on different sides of a stupid war, but here, behind the frozen glass, the room only warmed by their shared body heat, the only sounds the ones they were unable to hold back.
They never spoke to each other, it was too risky, but their touches lingered, their eyes travelled, mapped out new scars and familiar ones, made sure that the other one was alive.
And they kissed, a lot, conveying their desperation, their hopelessness and fears, while at the same time trying to reassure the other one that somehow they would make it through. They didn't have to say that they have no idea what through actually meant right now.
And for this short time, it didn't matter.
All that counted was that they were here, together, alive, and for a moment just them.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 332
Rating: PG-16 (i am not sure it is suggestive but not really juicy)
Prompt:tracery on a frosted window
Warning: i had a long day, my mind broke it shows
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:i only noticed today that I have not mentioned any sort of summary… the question is do i want to start with such a thing today? (the answer is no, certainly not today, but if you tell me i should, i shall endeavour to make the effort in the future)
Time we steal
Draco had to bite hard down on his lip to stop himself from moaning loud as Harry moved against him so perfectly. Their bodies were once more connected in perfect harmony, a rhythm that came to them so naturally. It was the sliding of hot skin on skin, the grunts Harry was unable to keep in, the want, and longing they could only satisfy in these stolen moments.
Moments that came only to be, because Harry was such a risk taker. Every know and then Draco would find a message, with a time in his cloak, and they would come here. Here were it all had started for Harry, but were right now the war could not touch them.
They both knew it was insane, had known so since the first time. But it felt to right, too good to not take as much as he could from it.
These moments were the only ones he felt like himself again, the only ones he felt saved, and loved and as something important. And he hoped, that he was not the only one.
On the other side of this wall what they had could never be, they were on different sides of a stupid war, but here, behind the frozen glass, the room only warmed by their shared body heat, the only sounds the ones they were unable to hold back.
They never spoke to each other, it was too risky, but their touches lingered, their eyes travelled, mapped out new scars and familiar ones, made sure that the other one was alive.
And they kissed, a lot, conveying their desperation, their hopelessness and fears, while at the same time trying to reassure the other one that somehow they would make it through. They didn't have to say that they have no idea what through actually meant right now.
And for this short time, it didn't matter.
All that counted was that they were here, together, alive, and for a moment just them.
