Drabble: Resurrection
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Am having the cold back (yay! *curses*) although not as bad as before, and am trawling very slowly through my computer directory with cleanup intentions - among other things, archiving fic I've forgotten about, combing through the WiP folder, that sort of thing. Which made me realise that there was a drabble, originally written for
gmth after the last round of
merry_smutmas which I'd never posted. Not that I'm any good at drabbles, although this is the closest I've ever come to a wordcount of 100. (Shush, I said *close*!)
Title: Resurrection
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 113 words
The goblet slips from his hand, wobbling on the rickety table. The potion burns Harry's mouth, the Resurrection Stone his pocket. Arms encircle him, a solidifying body pressing against his back.
Even dead, Snape's smell is heady. Harry's cock jumps despite the pain crawling through his insides. His fingers close around the plaited red braid found among his father's trinkets in Grimmauld Place. His chest fills; wrists elongate, bitten nails smooth. His groin tightens, trapping arousal in alien folds.
Snape turns him, strokes the fiery hair spilling around his shoulders. His lips brush the corner of Harry's mouth, slide down his too-soft throat.
"Lily," Snape whispers, oblivious to the tears stinging Harry's eyes.
~ fin ~
Am sipping whisky toddy and will be off to bed as soon as it kicks in :). Goodnight!
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Title: Resurrection
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 113 words
The goblet slips from his hand, wobbling on the rickety table. The potion burns Harry's mouth, the Resurrection Stone his pocket. Arms encircle him, a solidifying body pressing against his back.
Even dead, Snape's smell is heady. Harry's cock jumps despite the pain crawling through his insides. His fingers close around the plaited red braid found among his father's trinkets in Grimmauld Place. His chest fills; wrists elongate, bitten nails smooth. His groin tightens, trapping arousal in alien folds.
Snape turns him, strokes the fiery hair spilling around his shoulders. His lips brush the corner of Harry's mouth, slide down his too-soft throat.
"Lily," Snape whispers, oblivious to the tears stinging Harry's eyes.
Am sipping whisky toddy and will be off to bed as soon as it kicks in :). Goodnight!
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Date: 2009-01-15 04:53 am (UTC)What a concept.
This was fantastic.
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Date: 2009-01-15 06:21 am (UTC)Gorgeous drabble.
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Date: 2009-01-17 03:27 am (UTC)Love this.
Hope you'll get well soon!!!
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Date: 2009-01-18 02:47 pm (UTC)*blinks back even more innocently*
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