Author: Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)
Email: uber_bitch13@yahoo.com
Rated: PG
Warnings: Male/male slash.
Category: Harry Potter
Spoilers: None.
Pairings: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood
Summary: A first kiss…
Author's Notes: Just a 200 word drabble I came up with.
Disclaimer: No one and nothing belongs to me, but the fic itself. All things HP belong to J.K.R.
His bottom lip was bleeding.
He wasn't sure when it had happened, but he felt the familiar sting of split flesh and the copper tang of blood. Strangely disassociated from the situation, Oliver realized the wound probably came from teeth.
'Yes,' he thought slowly, mindless of the trail of blood and spit that made its way down his chin. 'Definitely teeth. Should probably get those fixed. Doubtful, though.'
The biting pressure left his swollen lips suddenly, startling Oliver out of his thoughts. Despite his earlier…inattention he now felt strangely bereft.
"What-"
The question was left unasked, words replaced by that incredibly wondrous throb of pain. 'Horrible, awful, painful teeth… If he only had them fixed, this wouldn't hurt so badly. It wouldn't be terribly difficult to do. Thank Merlin he'll never have them fixed.'
His odd detachment from the events at hand - enjoyable though they were - disappeared moments later. Chilled, callus-roughened fingers played with the button of Oliver's slacks, nails lightly scratching at his navel through the thin shirt he wore.
'Oh…yes. Yes, please…'
His own hands - slimmer and longer, though just as callused - delved into long black robes, grasping at the flesh found there.
"Marcus…"