***I hadn't planned on posting here anymore, but once I saw how many people
had me on their author's alert, I felt guilty. So, to assuage my
conscience, I'm posting a few fics here. Hope it's worth it!***
Title: Morning Ritual
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort
Rating: PG-13? I'm horrible at rating.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be a much happier person.but I don't.
Warning: Slash, fluffiness
Summary: Harry's lover has had enough.again.
Author's Notes: Fluffiness is fun!
***
"By all the gods!" he shouts while throwing the covers off of him.
I sigh and roll over, snuggling with the warm blankets over me.
"How can you sleep like that? It's burning up!"
"It's called an electric blanket, and it's wonderful. The best muggle invention ever," I answer, eyes still closed. I can feel him get off the bed, then I hear his feet padding on the floor. Burrowing deeper in the covers, I yawn.
"I've been very understanding of this obsession of yours, but I'm losing sleep over it. I just can't take it anymore. Either the blanket goes or I do!"
"You wouldn't leave."
He pauses for a second, "I would go sleep in the guest bedroom. At least there I wouldn't sweat all night."
Finally turning, I smile up at him. "Honey, I love you, and I would never do something just to upset you. But you know how cold I get at night."
A devious grin appears, "I can think of other ways to keep you warm at night."
I look him over, seeing what he got down to last night. My eyebrow raises. He stands before me in only his underwear, and with how wet they are, it looks like they were about to go as well. But I allow myself to imagine that it isn't sweat that stains his boxer briefs, and combined with his last offer, it doesn't take long for me. Moving my hand down to my erection, making sure that he can see my hand movements through the layers of blankets.
And he does, if the heavy breathing and growing cock is any indication.
"I'm actually feeling a little cold now," I say.
"Can't have that." He crawls across the bed.
Ask now.ask now before he regains his senses. "So, I can keep the electric blanket.and you'll still sleep with me?"
"Whatever you want, Harry." Leaning over me, he licks my ear, then moves down my neck.
Tonight, I'll have to turn the electric blanket up one more notch. This is quickly becoming my favorite morning ritual.
Title: Morning Ritual
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort
Rating: PG-13? I'm horrible at rating.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be a much happier person.but I don't.
Warning: Slash, fluffiness
Summary: Harry's lover has had enough.again.
Author's Notes: Fluffiness is fun!
***
"By all the gods!" he shouts while throwing the covers off of him.
I sigh and roll over, snuggling with the warm blankets over me.
"How can you sleep like that? It's burning up!"
"It's called an electric blanket, and it's wonderful. The best muggle invention ever," I answer, eyes still closed. I can feel him get off the bed, then I hear his feet padding on the floor. Burrowing deeper in the covers, I yawn.
"I've been very understanding of this obsession of yours, but I'm losing sleep over it. I just can't take it anymore. Either the blanket goes or I do!"
"You wouldn't leave."
He pauses for a second, "I would go sleep in the guest bedroom. At least there I wouldn't sweat all night."
Finally turning, I smile up at him. "Honey, I love you, and I would never do something just to upset you. But you know how cold I get at night."
A devious grin appears, "I can think of other ways to keep you warm at night."
I look him over, seeing what he got down to last night. My eyebrow raises. He stands before me in only his underwear, and with how wet they are, it looks like they were about to go as well. But I allow myself to imagine that it isn't sweat that stains his boxer briefs, and combined with his last offer, it doesn't take long for me. Moving my hand down to my erection, making sure that he can see my hand movements through the layers of blankets.
And he does, if the heavy breathing and growing cock is any indication.
"I'm actually feeling a little cold now," I say.
"Can't have that." He crawls across the bed.
Ask now.ask now before he regains his senses. "So, I can keep the electric blanket.and you'll still sleep with me?"
"Whatever you want, Harry." Leaning over me, he licks my ear, then moves down my neck.
Tonight, I'll have to turn the electric blanket up one more notch. This is quickly becoming my favorite morning ritual.