A/N: For Random Thought, who gave such a touching plea for continuation that it couldn't be ignored.
Thank you to all those who reviewed and have continued to review Swan. I love that fic.
Warnings: Unabashedly slash. M/M action. Got a problem with that? Leave.
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It seems so unreal. Last night I was in ecstacy, reveling in something distinctly forbidden. Now I'm here. Back at Hogwarts. Everything is different, but it hasn't changed at all. I've walked around in a sort of daze all day, touching everyhitng. I could feel the smooth, polished wood beneath my fingers; hard, unforgiving stone beneath my feet; the heat eminating from the common room fire. My mind just refuses to accept that after what happened, everything else could be so mundane. They hadn't changed, but I had and that made all the difference, really.
My mind kept wandering back to the car that drove us here. The sky glowed white-hot in anticipation of the sun and shades of blue and purple twilight fled before it. But I didn't care about the dawn. I cared about him. Sitting less than three feet away from me, he never seemed so distant. What was he thinking beneath that marble-angel calm- the composure I had seen broken last night? was it your soul I glimpsed then? Why do you hide it from me now? Speak to me. The silence is killing me.
But the words never came and I never gathered enough courage to make the first move. God, I'm stupid. Now I'd give anything to know what you were thinking, what your next move is. You won't go back to him, will you? You can't go back to him. Can you? You can't break me apart, heal me, and go back to licking the boots of a son of a bitch who has tried to murder me all my life. But you will and when we meet face-to-face I won't be able to hurt you, Lucius, because I feel connected to you, trapped by feelings I can't begin to describe. Do you feel them too? One can only wonder.
Maybe one day I'll be ashamed, disgusted at myself for what I let you do, but for now I think about last night and I just want it to happen over again. Want to feel your lips on mine, your hands on my hips, feel you inside me. Look into those eyes that hardly ever show emotion and see them burning. Stroke your soft blond hair. Pretty Lucius. Mine. Oh, I almost wish that were true. Almost. It has to be complete lunacy to want Lucius Malfoy. Damn. Guess that makes me a lunatic. Fun.
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Sorry for lack of length, but it's a start! suggestions? Comments? Review!
Love,
J. Silver
Thank you to all those who reviewed and have continued to review Swan. I love that fic.
Warnings: Unabashedly slash. M/M action. Got a problem with that? Leave.
***
It seems so unreal. Last night I was in ecstacy, reveling in something distinctly forbidden. Now I'm here. Back at Hogwarts. Everything is different, but it hasn't changed at all. I've walked around in a sort of daze all day, touching everyhitng. I could feel the smooth, polished wood beneath my fingers; hard, unforgiving stone beneath my feet; the heat eminating from the common room fire. My mind just refuses to accept that after what happened, everything else could be so mundane. They hadn't changed, but I had and that made all the difference, really.
My mind kept wandering back to the car that drove us here. The sky glowed white-hot in anticipation of the sun and shades of blue and purple twilight fled before it. But I didn't care about the dawn. I cared about him. Sitting less than three feet away from me, he never seemed so distant. What was he thinking beneath that marble-angel calm- the composure I had seen broken last night? was it your soul I glimpsed then? Why do you hide it from me now? Speak to me. The silence is killing me.
But the words never came and I never gathered enough courage to make the first move. God, I'm stupid. Now I'd give anything to know what you were thinking, what your next move is. You won't go back to him, will you? You can't go back to him. Can you? You can't break me apart, heal me, and go back to licking the boots of a son of a bitch who has tried to murder me all my life. But you will and when we meet face-to-face I won't be able to hurt you, Lucius, because I feel connected to you, trapped by feelings I can't begin to describe. Do you feel them too? One can only wonder.
Maybe one day I'll be ashamed, disgusted at myself for what I let you do, but for now I think about last night and I just want it to happen over again. Want to feel your lips on mine, your hands on my hips, feel you inside me. Look into those eyes that hardly ever show emotion and see them burning. Stroke your soft blond hair. Pretty Lucius. Mine. Oh, I almost wish that were true. Almost. It has to be complete lunacy to want Lucius Malfoy. Damn. Guess that makes me a lunatic. Fun.
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Sorry for lack of length, but it's a start! suggestions? Comments? Review!
Love,
J. Silver