18 December 2009
Title: Perfect Sunday
Smell (also known as prompt): Body scent
Scene: Seventh Year, Remus Bed, 1977
Words: 100
Rated: T
Authors note: this is dreamy…
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His naked body snuck into my bed hazardously, burning against my bare skin.
"Moony…" Padfoot seduced.
His fingers trailed effortlessly across my shameful scars, down my lower back and…
"I do enjoy your hands on my more… southern areas" I paused, collapsing or reaching ecstasy by his tenderness and wet, slow kisses.
"Prongs…" My last working brain cell managed to whisper, "Wormtail…"
"They're in detention; some unknown git framed them yesterday" I felt his silky lips smirk against mine, "probably Snivellus"
"Why did Severus do…?" I started but ended by moaning Padfoots birth name.
Sheepishly he said, "He missed you"
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