***This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.***
Warnings:Slash(HP/RW)/ Coarse Language/ Sexual Themes - This little drabble is unbeta'd, therefore any and all mistakes are my own. That being said, please to enjoy! :0)
Polish
"Baby?"
"Hmm?"
"What are you doing?"
Harry's cheek was pressed against his knee, his arm wrapped around his thigh as he made short, delicate strokes with the brush. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Ron tilted his head to the side, pursed his lips. "Oh fuck it I'll just ask; why are you painting your toenails?" he sighed.
Harry's eyes drifted upward. "You don't like them?"
"I didn't say that."
"It was implied."
"It was not."
"It so was."
"What…?"
"You have a tone."
"I have no such thing!"
"See, right there."
"This is ridiculous!" Ron sighed and threw up his arms. "You're such a girl sometimes."
"Good thing I'm painting my nails then, yeah?"
"You…" Ron narrowed his eyes and shook his head trying to think of a decent comeback; nothing was forthcoming. He sighed. "Blue?"
Harry shrugged. "It caught my eye."
"You could have at least picked something a little sexier; red maybe."
"Yeah well…"
"Or black."
"I thought it was sexy." Harry murmured. "Got a hard on staring at the bottle; right there in the middle of the store."
"Ha ha." Ron deadpanned.
Harry cut his eyes at him; Ron's eyebrow quirked upward. "You're serious?"
Harry sighed, dipped the brush back into the bottle and screwed the cap back on. "It's the same colour as your eyes…"
"It's a mite darker."
"… when you come." Harry said pointedly. "I fucking hate it when you interrupt me."
"Oh." Ron blushed. "Sorry."
Harry inclined his head. "I saw it and then I saw you, crushing me into the mattress while you fucked my tight little arse." Ron caught his lip between his teeth. "Wham; instant hard on." Harry stared hard at the redhead. "So I bought it thinking every time I decided to wear it I'd instantly think of you and your incredibly erotic eyes… But now I don't think I wanna."
"And why is that?"
"Because you're an arsehole."
Ron smirked. "Yeah, but I'm your arsehole."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"And you love me."
"I suppose."
Ron licked his lips and stalked slowly toward his husband.
"What are you doing?" it was more a warning than a question; his eyes narrowed as Ron straddled his thighs.
Ron leered over him. "Reminding you why you bought that polish in the first place."
Author's Note: See, very short; I hope it didn't keep you from enjoying though. ... ... ... If you love me, you'll review. ;0)
-Peace