Title: Ode To The Broomstick!
Author: Miss T
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG13 for light vulgarity :P
Main characters: Draco's Nimbus 2001
Pairings: the tender relationship between a boy and his broom
Notes: just a bit of entertaining fun
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. She's rich. I'm not. End of story.
Dedicated to: anyone who likes a bit of a raunchy laugh :P
His hands – all over me, gripping me tight in a tender yet sturdy embrace. They grip me firmer as we go higher, and I feel his legs squeeze around me as we soar into the air together.
When he is not using me he keeps me by his bed. I am well polished and loved by him, he's even kissed me a few times. In private, you know?
He smells like musk and the night – his skin is softer than rain and colder than stone. His fingers are long and slim and comforting, sending electric charges inside me no other boy could make. I am his, and he is mine.
When we fly together it's just us against the world – such an excellent flyer he is. I love to feel his slender form wrap itself around my body as we fly… it's such a breathtaking feeling. To feel the warmth between his thighs press up against me, protect me – ride me.
When the Quidditch match is at it's heat, when he is trying to grab that snitch, is when he gets excited. His limbs squeeze together and his grip is tighter, sweatier, and I can hear the sharp intakes of breath escape his mouth as it gets nearer and nearer…
He caught it. And I feel like I'm in heaven. The crowd around us seem like a blur as he grips onto the moment and holds me lovingly, after all – who's the boy without his broom?
Author: Miss T
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG13 for light vulgarity :P
Main characters: Draco's Nimbus 2001
Pairings: the tender relationship between a boy and his broom
Notes: just a bit of entertaining fun
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. She's rich. I'm not. End of story.
Dedicated to: anyone who likes a bit of a raunchy laugh :P
His hands – all over me, gripping me tight in a tender yet sturdy embrace. They grip me firmer as we go higher, and I feel his legs squeeze around me as we soar into the air together.
When he is not using me he keeps me by his bed. I am well polished and loved by him, he's even kissed me a few times. In private, you know?
He smells like musk and the night – his skin is softer than rain and colder than stone. His fingers are long and slim and comforting, sending electric charges inside me no other boy could make. I am his, and he is mine.
When we fly together it's just us against the world – such an excellent flyer he is. I love to feel his slender form wrap itself around my body as we fly… it's such a breathtaking feeling. To feel the warmth between his thighs press up against me, protect me – ride me.
When the Quidditch match is at it's heat, when he is trying to grab that snitch, is when he gets excited. His limbs squeeze together and his grip is tighter, sweatier, and I can hear the sharp intakes of breath escape his mouth as it gets nearer and nearer…
He caught it. And I feel like I'm in heaven. The crowd around us seem like a blur as he grips onto the moment and holds me lovingly, after all – who's the boy without his broom?
