YES! This is finally an update! Chances For Happiness has finally been
updated. Yes, I've been busy, but that's no excuse. Loved those people
who reviewed. Well, I have this chapter written and part of the next one
started.
Okay, this has finally taken hold. I had struggled for many months as to the next course of events. Back in time is not as easy as it sounds. Too many variables that could go wrong when dealing with such a powerful magic. Alas, there were some parts that I was purposefully being vague and others I stressed in detail.
I hope everything is clear and everybody likes the path the story has taken.
Disclaimer: As usual, characters are not mine. Golly, maybe if they were I would have totally written Harry Potter as gay. Wow! what a total eye opener that would be across the world. Why not another reason to want to ban the book? Then parents would be saying that Harry Potter mad my son gay. Alas, but it isn't mine, or else people would be saying that the gay factor would be distracting from the main plot line. Maybe my rant is finished for now.
Oh and something important is soon to happen to me: I'll be graduating from my community college with my AA degree. Those last two years are worth it! Now, I am awaiting my acceptance or denial letter from my university.
Warning: A couple uses of f. Slashyness ahead. Okay, this is a high R. Minors beware.
Please review! I look forward to comments, whether they are good or bad...
Chances of Happiness
Chapter 2: Lovers in the Dark
"Fuck!" the word escaped my lips as my eyes shot open and my body seemed to give one huge jerk of life. I remember it all: my life, my future, my beloved. I'm here to save him; I'm here to save the future a lot of death and pain. I'm here so I can have the life with Harry Potter that I was meant to have. We were susposed to live happily ever after. But we didn't.
It's dark in here. I can't see anything. However, the darkness is a comfort to me. We used to sleep together in nights of total darkness. It was like we were two blind men discovering that the world had color.
I realize I am in bed. Naked. The silk across my skin tells me that. The silky sheets slide across my abdomen and legs. My senses tell me I am not alone. My bedmate has one hand draped across my stomach and another resting by my face on my pillow.
Forcing myself not to move, I listen to the soft breaths of my bedmate. With my other sense, which had become attuned to my belove's aura, I cam tell that he is here. Harry Potter, my lover, my soulmate; oh great, just listen to me, I'm carrying on like some Hufflepuf.
Moving only my head, I brush my face against that palm on my pillow. My body revels in stimuli. Afterall, it had been a many year since I had made love to my Harry. Not including what the evil Potter had inflicted on me.
Smoothly and stealthly, I moved onto my side, without waking my bedmate. The feeling of being here with him again is nearly overwhelming. Every essance of my body is filled with a lust that it had not known in many years. Right now it feels most important, to refamilirize myself with his body. And how did I want to.
How much I needed this!
I reached out my hand and cupped his face. With my other hand I laid it on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. I know I smiled.
Taking action, I threw back the covers. The room was comfertable to my skin, but every fiber of my being tingled in anticipation.
Leaning over, I managed to place a small kiss on his nose. Very carefully, I manauvered to be kneeling on all fours on top of him. I could feel myself getting hard. Lowering my face, I blew softly across where I thought his ear to be. Tiny kisses accompanied that across his cheek and lips, down his neck and into sloppy kisses around his one knipple.
I know I have woken him for he has dug his hand into my hair and uses it to guide my face back to his lips. We kiss. His lips devour mine and our tounges tease each other. Glorious! To feel him, to taste him, this is what I remember from many years ago.
His hands follow a path down my front. With ghost fingers, my beloved grazed my own skin until they reached my hips. Using massaging movements, he rubbed my sides until I purred. Each second passed with a soft breath, every movement in this dark passion brought back memories of when we were innocent. I blinked those away and concentrated on the man below me.
Moving slightly, I reclaimed his lips and he pulled me down to lay on top of him. I could feel him moving beneath me and I though I would come just from a simple movement. His hands reached around grasped my behind, grounding me into him.
Before I realized what I was doing, a moan escaped my lips and I'm arching above him. Every inch tingled as my breath came in short gasps. For a few seconds again, my world has frozen. My wish had come true, I was back in the arms of my beloved and we were going to change the future.
My head slid down to his chest as I recaptured my breath. Not being touched in so long and then being stimulated like this was nearly overwhelming.
My beloved used his hands to tilt my head up so he could kiss my forehead.
Reaching down, I finished my beloved off, with my hands. Using techniques I haven't used on anyone but myself in years, I brought him to. He arched beneath me and our bodies met. His moans were very pleasing to my ears. Talk about a sensory overload.
After a minute or so, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me for what seemed like an eternity. Only when we had both started panting for breath did he stop. His hands found mine and he pulled me up to lay on his chest for a moment. The sounds of his breaths were very soothing.
"I love you, Harry Potter," he said while stroking my hair.
FUCK!
Owari 6th of July, 2004 1:15 am
Ok, that's the end for now. It just so happenes that I had this other sex scene written out from a couple of months ago and just now decided to cut it to this.
I hope that everybody is pleased with my little tale. Things are never as easy as they seem, expectly when dealing with time travel.
Chapter 3 preview: Stuck as Harry Potter wasn't exactly how he planned this, but with his knowledge of how the other lived the last year of Hogwarts, he should survive. "First, must not panic when I stare back into my own eyes. Second, must not kill Weasley when I sees him."
Okay, this has finally taken hold. I had struggled for many months as to the next course of events. Back in time is not as easy as it sounds. Too many variables that could go wrong when dealing with such a powerful magic. Alas, there were some parts that I was purposefully being vague and others I stressed in detail.
I hope everything is clear and everybody likes the path the story has taken.
Disclaimer: As usual, characters are not mine. Golly, maybe if they were I would have totally written Harry Potter as gay. Wow! what a total eye opener that would be across the world. Why not another reason to want to ban the book? Then parents would be saying that Harry Potter mad my son gay. Alas, but it isn't mine, or else people would be saying that the gay factor would be distracting from the main plot line. Maybe my rant is finished for now.
Oh and something important is soon to happen to me: I'll be graduating from my community college with my AA degree. Those last two years are worth it! Now, I am awaiting my acceptance or denial letter from my university.
Warning: A couple uses of f. Slashyness ahead. Okay, this is a high R. Minors beware.
Please review! I look forward to comments, whether they are good or bad...
Chances of Happiness
Chapter 2: Lovers in the Dark
"Fuck!" the word escaped my lips as my eyes shot open and my body seemed to give one huge jerk of life. I remember it all: my life, my future, my beloved. I'm here to save him; I'm here to save the future a lot of death and pain. I'm here so I can have the life with Harry Potter that I was meant to have. We were susposed to live happily ever after. But we didn't.
It's dark in here. I can't see anything. However, the darkness is a comfort to me. We used to sleep together in nights of total darkness. It was like we were two blind men discovering that the world had color.
I realize I am in bed. Naked. The silk across my skin tells me that. The silky sheets slide across my abdomen and legs. My senses tell me I am not alone. My bedmate has one hand draped across my stomach and another resting by my face on my pillow.
Forcing myself not to move, I listen to the soft breaths of my bedmate. With my other sense, which had become attuned to my belove's aura, I cam tell that he is here. Harry Potter, my lover, my soulmate; oh great, just listen to me, I'm carrying on like some Hufflepuf.
Moving only my head, I brush my face against that palm on my pillow. My body revels in stimuli. Afterall, it had been a many year since I had made love to my Harry. Not including what the evil Potter had inflicted on me.
Smoothly and stealthly, I moved onto my side, without waking my bedmate. The feeling of being here with him again is nearly overwhelming. Every essance of my body is filled with a lust that it had not known in many years. Right now it feels most important, to refamilirize myself with his body. And how did I want to.
How much I needed this!
I reached out my hand and cupped his face. With my other hand I laid it on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. I know I smiled.
Taking action, I threw back the covers. The room was comfertable to my skin, but every fiber of my being tingled in anticipation.
Leaning over, I managed to place a small kiss on his nose. Very carefully, I manauvered to be kneeling on all fours on top of him. I could feel myself getting hard. Lowering my face, I blew softly across where I thought his ear to be. Tiny kisses accompanied that across his cheek and lips, down his neck and into sloppy kisses around his one knipple.
I know I have woken him for he has dug his hand into my hair and uses it to guide my face back to his lips. We kiss. His lips devour mine and our tounges tease each other. Glorious! To feel him, to taste him, this is what I remember from many years ago.
His hands follow a path down my front. With ghost fingers, my beloved grazed my own skin until they reached my hips. Using massaging movements, he rubbed my sides until I purred. Each second passed with a soft breath, every movement in this dark passion brought back memories of when we were innocent. I blinked those away and concentrated on the man below me.
Moving slightly, I reclaimed his lips and he pulled me down to lay on top of him. I could feel him moving beneath me and I though I would come just from a simple movement. His hands reached around grasped my behind, grounding me into him.
Before I realized what I was doing, a moan escaped my lips and I'm arching above him. Every inch tingled as my breath came in short gasps. For a few seconds again, my world has frozen. My wish had come true, I was back in the arms of my beloved and we were going to change the future.
My head slid down to his chest as I recaptured my breath. Not being touched in so long and then being stimulated like this was nearly overwhelming.
My beloved used his hands to tilt my head up so he could kiss my forehead.
Reaching down, I finished my beloved off, with my hands. Using techniques I haven't used on anyone but myself in years, I brought him to. He arched beneath me and our bodies met. His moans were very pleasing to my ears. Talk about a sensory overload.
After a minute or so, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me for what seemed like an eternity. Only when we had both started panting for breath did he stop. His hands found mine and he pulled me up to lay on his chest for a moment. The sounds of his breaths were very soothing.
"I love you, Harry Potter," he said while stroking my hair.
FUCK!
Owari 6th of July, 2004 1:15 am
Ok, that's the end for now. It just so happenes that I had this other sex scene written out from a couple of months ago and just now decided to cut it to this.
I hope that everybody is pleased with my little tale. Things are never as easy as they seem, expectly when dealing with time travel.
Chapter 3 preview: Stuck as Harry Potter wasn't exactly how he planned this, but with his knowledge of how the other lived the last year of Hogwarts, he should survive. "First, must not panic when I stare back into my own eyes. Second, must not kill Weasley when I sees him."