Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: I'm sorry to say this is probably going to end at 50 drabbles instead of my hopes of 100. I've been squeezing out every drop of creativity for these last few. In the beginning I loved writing these. I'd laugh the whole way through writing one or feel the anger of my character flowing into the words but now I'm not feeling what I'm writing. I feel frustrated and that's never a good thing when writing. You're supposed to love your work or at least feel something but indifference. I'll most definitely write more drabbles just not one a day anymore. They'll come when I'm able to laugh at them again.
Harry rolled over, the silk of the sheets brushing pleasantly against his bare skin. Propping himself up with his elbow, Harry took in the man beside him - the blond hair, the aristocratic face, the tilt of the lip that pulled itself into a sneer even in sleep.
His eyes traced the defined chest, fingers itching to follow the path his eyes were taking but not wanting to wake his lover he resigned himself to looking his fill.
A moan from beside him had his eyes flicking up but his lover only switched positions, his arm pulling Harry against him giving Harry a perfect view of his of toned arms and long fingers.
The position also put him face to face with the black tattoo on his lover's forearm. The Dark Mark.
Harry gave a contented sigh as he snuggled deeper into Lucius' embrace and allowed himself to drift back into sleep.
Fin