New Fic - Deprecor NC-17
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wook77This fic was inspired by two things. The first is this beautiful work of art by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saoni. The second was the AWDT prompt of "I want it all and I want it now." AWDT is sponsored by jamie2109 and nocturnali. I'm well over the 500 word limit (err, way way way over is more like it).
This is not my normal type of writing so any concrit will be welcomed with open arms. Flames will help me toast some marshmallows.
Title: Deprecor (title of the artwork also)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2124
Pairing: Harry/Lover (you'll have to read to see)
Excerpt in lieu of a summary: Harry liked the waiting. The anticipation built up in him as he kneeled. The first few times he’d waited, his back had hurt from the strain of keeping his posture so rigidly straight. Now, though, his back was conditioned to the demands. Harry cherished the anticipation because he knew that no matter what he thought, hoped or dreamed might happen; his lover would always surprise him.
Warnings: BDSM, Mindgames, Submissive!Harry
The collar was tight around his throat but not so tight that it impeded his breath. After checking the time, he took a few moments to finish rubbing in the lightly scented lotion all over his body. A quick swipe of lip gloss and he was ready for the evening’s entertainment. With a final check of his appearance in the mirror, he quickly entered the bedroom and kneeled on the mat waiting for him.
Time slowed as he waited. His lover was normally late. He liked to keep Harry waiting. Harry couldn’t be late, though. The one time that he was late to their game, his lover had been early and Harry had been punished severely. Not wanting a repeat of that occurrence meant that Harry was always early and his lover always kept him waiting.
Harry liked the waiting. The anticipation built up in him as he kneeled. The first few times he’d waited, his back had hurt from the strain of keeping his posture so rigidly straight. Now, though, his back was conditioned to the demands. Harry cherished the anticipation because he knew that no matter what he thought, hoped or dreamed might happen; his lover would always surprise him.
When the door opened, Harry fought to keep his gaze straight ahead. His lover did not like when Harry looked at him as he prepared himself. Instead, Harry let the anticipation build just a little more as he heard the rustle of fabric, the snick of a clasp being undone and the thud of shoes landing on the floor. From experience, Harry knew that his lover would check his appearance in the mirror, insuring that every hair on his head was correctly placed.
A shiver raced up his spine as he felt the presence at his back. The ghost touch ran up and down his arms as his lover glided his hands, close but not quite touching, to Harry’s arms. The ghost embrace caused him to harden just a little further within his bindings. As a thin green blindfold floated across his vision before severing it, Harry smiled briefly. This was going to be a good night.
“Does that make you happy, pet?” His lover’s voice caused his skin to pimple and shiver. The breath of that voice, so aristocratic, blew across his ear. His hair shifted in the wake.
“Yes, Master.” Harry’s voice was soft and submissive as he answered.
“Your happiness is my happiness.” Harry’s senses rushed to compensate for the loss of his sight. He could feel the air shift as his lover circled around to his front. He could hear the swish of fabric as his lover’s clothes settled. He could taste his anticipation on his tongue. He could smell both his and his lover’s arousal in the musky air.
Harry waited again as he felt his lover’s gaze drift across his skin, resting first on his knees where they rested against the mat. The gaze drifted to his erection and Harry resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably. The gaze drifted up his chest until he felt the weight of it on his face. Harry obeyed the command when he felt something push his face up. With an upturned face and a cold piece of wood under his chin, Harry’s erection tightened a little further in its bonds.
“Tonight is for you, pet. I want you to tell me what you want when you want it.” The voice once more caused shivers of anticipation to race across Harry’s body.
“Please, Master.” Harry pleaded for his master to control, to dominate, to possess.
“You must tell me what you want or I shall do nothing.” Harry whimpered his dismay. “Tonight is for you, pet. Your pleasure is mine.”
“I want it all.” Harry’s voice was breathy and plaintive. He felt that now warmed wood shift from below his chin to lightly tap him on the cheek.
“I do not want to punish you, pet.” The wood shifted back to rest under his chin.
“I want it all, Master, and I want it now.”
“Do you now, pet? Do you want this?” The wood disappeared from his cheek and Harry heard the crack of leather against flesh before the pain slithered across his chest. Harry now knew that the wood that so gently moved his face was his lover’s crop. His bindings were almost painful against his erection.
“Yes, Master.”
“Is this part of your ‘all’?” The crop whistled in the air before connecting with Harry’s knee.
“Yes, Master.”
“And, this?” Harry felt the feather-light brush of lips against his, once, twice.
“Always, Master.” A slight chuckle rewarded his vehemence.
“Then, I shall endeavor to remember that.” Harry felt the wood of the crop smooth down his cheek as the leather drifted across his shoulder, his collarbone to rest on his chest. As the weight of the leather disappeared from his chest, Harry moaned his disappointment. The moan changed to one of delight as he felt the ties tighten on his wrists and further up his arms. The leather was slightly chilly and stiff. It forced his shoulders back and his posture even straighter.
When his lover stood in front of him once more, Harry could feel the hardness of his lover’s cock against his lips. He resisted the temptation to reach out his tongue and taste the pre-cum.
“You want to taste it, don’t you, pet?” Harry nodded and the erection slid from chin to nose, smearing his face.
“You said you wanted it all and you wanted it now. Take it, pet.” Harry’s tongue darted out and ran along the slit. Another lick drifted along the underside and then back over the head. With slow movements, Harry leaned forward and sucked in as much as he could take. His cheeks hollowed as he gradually pulled a little off and then back on, repeating his motion over and over. On the up stroke, he flicked his tongue to tap against the hardness. On the down stroke, Harry relaxed his jaw and fit in a little more, a little deeper every time. Finally, though, hands pulled Harry away from his lover’s cock.
“Stop, pet, or you’ll make me come and I’m not quite done with you yet.” The bindings around his arms disappeared.
“Down you go, pet.” Harry leaned forward until he was on all fours. A smile lit his face as he felt his lover’s lubricated fingers push and pull, tug and press at his hole until he was stretched and ready.
“Is this part of the ‘all’?”
“Yes, Master.” The words were broken apart by the moans slipping past his lips as he felt his lover press into him. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped as he felt his lover’s hair tickle against him.
“How do you want this, pet?”
“Anyway you want, master.” Harry’s words were answered with a sharp whistle and then crack against his back.
“That’s not what I asked, pet.” His lover sounded angry. Harry felt tears pool. He couldn’t be punished, not now that his lover was inside him and he felt whole.
“Please, Master.” The crop smacked down onto his back once more. When it pulled back, it pulled a few strands of his hair.
“That is not what I asked, pet. Do not make me ask again.”
“Please, Master, I only want you.” The crop whipped against his skin once more. “Please, I want it hard. I want you hard, master.” Harry was now openly crying. He startled when a tongue brushed against the welts from the riding crop.
“You made me hurt you, pet. That displeases me.” Harry moaned.
“Please Master, I’ll do anything.”
“Shh, pet, it’s alright. I understand.” Harry felt his lover’s hair brush against his back as his lover rested his cheek against Harry’s back. “I know this is different. Tonight is for you, only you. Your pleasure is mine, tonight.” The lovers stayed like that until Harry’s lover abruptly straightened.
“You wanted hard?”
“Yes, please, Master.” Harry begged.
“Then hard you shall have, pet.” His lover quickly pulled out and then thrust back in. Harry could swear he saw stars as his lover pounded into him.
“Do you want to come, pet?”
“Please, Master, I want to come with you.” Harry begged once more.
“Your pleasure is mine, pet.” His lover tugged off the bindings surrounding Harry’s cock and with a shudder, the pair came together.
No words were exchanged as they trembled briefly together. The moment was broken by his lover abruptly pulling away. Scant seconds later, the door opened and then shut once more. Harry stayed where he was for countless moments until he finally straightened and pulled off the blindfold. Holding it under his nose, he breathed in the scent of his lover’s tie.
After showering, Harry crawled into bed, satiated with the evening’s activities. When the sunlight lit the room, Harry woke with a smile on his face. He quickly dressed and went down to breakfast.
Draco was already at the table, sipping a cup of tea and reading the paper. He didn’t look up as Harry walked into the room. As Harry poured himself a cup of tea and dropped in a sugar cube, he threw another look at Draco.
“Good morning, love.” There was no reaction from Draco.
“Are you going to talk to me, Draco?” There was still no response.
“Talk to me, Draco. What’s gotten into you this morning?” Draco’s head snapped up at the demanding tone of Harry’s.
“What’s gotten into me? I’m tired, Potter.” The name was spat at Harry and he recoiled.
“Potter? Since when am I Potter?” Harry leaned against the countertop as the pair stared at each other. With overly exaggerated movements, Draco folded the paper and placed it on the table.
“Should I call you pet, then?” Harry blanched at the callous tone. “When are you going to realize that I want a normal encounter with you? When are we going to be equals? Jesus, Harry, when I was a child, I would have relished the opportunity to own you. I’m not a child, any longer. I want us to be equals. That’s why I insisted you tell me what you wanted. I want this to be equal.” Draco’s voice lost the sharp edge and was pleading instead.
“Why can’t you realize that I need you to own me? I need to belong, goddammit!” Harry pounded his cup against the countertop.
“I…” For once, that golden tongue was without words.
“What’s your definition of normal, anyway? Who’s to say that it isn’t normal?” Harry was ashamed to note the presence of tears in his voice. “Fuck it, Draco.” Harry turned his face away from Draco as he cursed under his breath.
“Harry.” It was Harry’s turn not to respond. “Harry, look at me.” All those hours in the shadowed room, obeying that honey tone, made Harry turn his head by habit.
“I love you, Harry. Sometimes, I just want us to crawl into bed and cuddle. Christ, I sound like a bloody Hufflepuff!” Harry started to stammer a response. Draco stood rapidly and his chair crashed to the ground. He stalked over to Harry and cupped Harry’s cheek. Their bodies leaned into the each other.
“I want us to kiss and tease and lick. I want us to be together, really together, not just me telling you what to do and when to do it.” Draco’s hand dropped to his side. “I want you to love me back.”
Draco’s voice had dropped to a whisper. Harry startled out of his own world when he realized exactly what Draco had said.
“I do love you. I say it all the time.” Draco shook his head sadly.
“You say it but you don’t do it. Instead, you have me order you, bite you, mark you, whip you. We never do it any other way; it’s always me dominating you, sublimating you. I understand that you need to belong but so do I. I…sometimes, I just want us to hold each other. I want you willing. I want you to touch me first, without a demand. Christ, I want us to worship each other.” It was Harry’s turn to cup Draco’s cheek.
“I’m willing to do that.”
“Are you?” A small light of hope reached Draco’s eyes.
“Yes, Draco.” Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against Draco’s.
“I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy the game. I do, but I just want us to do it other ways too? Please?” Draco pled with Harry.
“Of course, Draco, I want it all.” Harry’s lips pressed once more against Draco’s as his hand snaked between their bodies to cup Draco. “And I want it now.”
*Please note, I am NOT saying BDSM is evil or corrupt or anything. Draco is remarking on the fact that they never do anything OTHER than BDSM and he feels that needs to change. I hope I explained Draco's "normal" comment properly. (I personally don't mind a little bondage, myself)*
ETA: This story now archived at Skyehawke and at TheHexFiles
saoni. The second was the AWDT prompt of "I want it all and I want it now." AWDT is sponsored by jamie2109 and nocturnali. I'm well over the 500 word limit (err, way way way over is more like it). This is not my normal type of writing so any concrit will be welcomed with open arms. Flames will help me toast some marshmallows.
Title: Deprecor (title of the artwork also)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2124
Pairing: Harry/Lover (you'll have to read to see)
Excerpt in lieu of a summary: Harry liked the waiting. The anticipation built up in him as he kneeled. The first few times he’d waited, his back had hurt from the strain of keeping his posture so rigidly straight. Now, though, his back was conditioned to the demands. Harry cherished the anticipation because he knew that no matter what he thought, hoped or dreamed might happen; his lover would always surprise him.
Warnings: BDSM, Mindgames, Submissive!Harry
The collar was tight around his throat but not so tight that it impeded his breath. After checking the time, he took a few moments to finish rubbing in the lightly scented lotion all over his body. A quick swipe of lip gloss and he was ready for the evening’s entertainment. With a final check of his appearance in the mirror, he quickly entered the bedroom and kneeled on the mat waiting for him.
Time slowed as he waited. His lover was normally late. He liked to keep Harry waiting. Harry couldn’t be late, though. The one time that he was late to their game, his lover had been early and Harry had been punished severely. Not wanting a repeat of that occurrence meant that Harry was always early and his lover always kept him waiting.
Harry liked the waiting. The anticipation built up in him as he kneeled. The first few times he’d waited, his back had hurt from the strain of keeping his posture so rigidly straight. Now, though, his back was conditioned to the demands. Harry cherished the anticipation because he knew that no matter what he thought, hoped or dreamed might happen; his lover would always surprise him.
When the door opened, Harry fought to keep his gaze straight ahead. His lover did not like when Harry looked at him as he prepared himself. Instead, Harry let the anticipation build just a little more as he heard the rustle of fabric, the snick of a clasp being undone and the thud of shoes landing on the floor. From experience, Harry knew that his lover would check his appearance in the mirror, insuring that every hair on his head was correctly placed.
A shiver raced up his spine as he felt the presence at his back. The ghost touch ran up and down his arms as his lover glided his hands, close but not quite touching, to Harry’s arms. The ghost embrace caused him to harden just a little further within his bindings. As a thin green blindfold floated across his vision before severing it, Harry smiled briefly. This was going to be a good night.
“Does that make you happy, pet?” His lover’s voice caused his skin to pimple and shiver. The breath of that voice, so aristocratic, blew across his ear. His hair shifted in the wake.
“Yes, Master.” Harry’s voice was soft and submissive as he answered.
“Your happiness is my happiness.” Harry’s senses rushed to compensate for the loss of his sight. He could feel the air shift as his lover circled around to his front. He could hear the swish of fabric as his lover’s clothes settled. He could taste his anticipation on his tongue. He could smell both his and his lover’s arousal in the musky air.
Harry waited again as he felt his lover’s gaze drift across his skin, resting first on his knees where they rested against the mat. The gaze drifted to his erection and Harry resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably. The gaze drifted up his chest until he felt the weight of it on his face. Harry obeyed the command when he felt something push his face up. With an upturned face and a cold piece of wood under his chin, Harry’s erection tightened a little further in its bonds.
“Tonight is for you, pet. I want you to tell me what you want when you want it.” The voice once more caused shivers of anticipation to race across Harry’s body.
“Please, Master.” Harry pleaded for his master to control, to dominate, to possess.
“You must tell me what you want or I shall do nothing.” Harry whimpered his dismay. “Tonight is for you, pet. Your pleasure is mine.”
“I want it all.” Harry’s voice was breathy and plaintive. He felt that now warmed wood shift from below his chin to lightly tap him on the cheek.
“I do not want to punish you, pet.” The wood shifted back to rest under his chin.
“I want it all, Master, and I want it now.”
“Do you now, pet? Do you want this?” The wood disappeared from his cheek and Harry heard the crack of leather against flesh before the pain slithered across his chest. Harry now knew that the wood that so gently moved his face was his lover’s crop. His bindings were almost painful against his erection.
“Yes, Master.”
“Is this part of your ‘all’?” The crop whistled in the air before connecting with Harry’s knee.
“Yes, Master.”
“And, this?” Harry felt the feather-light brush of lips against his, once, twice.
“Always, Master.” A slight chuckle rewarded his vehemence.
“Then, I shall endeavor to remember that.” Harry felt the wood of the crop smooth down his cheek as the leather drifted across his shoulder, his collarbone to rest on his chest. As the weight of the leather disappeared from his chest, Harry moaned his disappointment. The moan changed to one of delight as he felt the ties tighten on his wrists and further up his arms. The leather was slightly chilly and stiff. It forced his shoulders back and his posture even straighter.
When his lover stood in front of him once more, Harry could feel the hardness of his lover’s cock against his lips. He resisted the temptation to reach out his tongue and taste the pre-cum.
“You want to taste it, don’t you, pet?” Harry nodded and the erection slid from chin to nose, smearing his face.
“You said you wanted it all and you wanted it now. Take it, pet.” Harry’s tongue darted out and ran along the slit. Another lick drifted along the underside and then back over the head. With slow movements, Harry leaned forward and sucked in as much as he could take. His cheeks hollowed as he gradually pulled a little off and then back on, repeating his motion over and over. On the up stroke, he flicked his tongue to tap against the hardness. On the down stroke, Harry relaxed his jaw and fit in a little more, a little deeper every time. Finally, though, hands pulled Harry away from his lover’s cock.
“Stop, pet, or you’ll make me come and I’m not quite done with you yet.” The bindings around his arms disappeared.
“Down you go, pet.” Harry leaned forward until he was on all fours. A smile lit his face as he felt his lover’s lubricated fingers push and pull, tug and press at his hole until he was stretched and ready.
“Is this part of the ‘all’?”
“Yes, Master.” The words were broken apart by the moans slipping past his lips as he felt his lover press into him. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped as he felt his lover’s hair tickle against him.
“How do you want this, pet?”
“Anyway you want, master.” Harry’s words were answered with a sharp whistle and then crack against his back.
“That’s not what I asked, pet.” His lover sounded angry. Harry felt tears pool. He couldn’t be punished, not now that his lover was inside him and he felt whole.
“Please, Master.” The crop smacked down onto his back once more. When it pulled back, it pulled a few strands of his hair.
“That is not what I asked, pet. Do not make me ask again.”
“Please, Master, I only want you.” The crop whipped against his skin once more. “Please, I want it hard. I want you hard, master.” Harry was now openly crying. He startled when a tongue brushed against the welts from the riding crop.
“You made me hurt you, pet. That displeases me.” Harry moaned.
“Please Master, I’ll do anything.”
“Shh, pet, it’s alright. I understand.” Harry felt his lover’s hair brush against his back as his lover rested his cheek against Harry’s back. “I know this is different. Tonight is for you, only you. Your pleasure is mine, tonight.” The lovers stayed like that until Harry’s lover abruptly straightened.
“You wanted hard?”
“Yes, please, Master.” Harry begged.
“Then hard you shall have, pet.” His lover quickly pulled out and then thrust back in. Harry could swear he saw stars as his lover pounded into him.
“Do you want to come, pet?”
“Please, Master, I want to come with you.” Harry begged once more.
“Your pleasure is mine, pet.” His lover tugged off the bindings surrounding Harry’s cock and with a shudder, the pair came together.
No words were exchanged as they trembled briefly together. The moment was broken by his lover abruptly pulling away. Scant seconds later, the door opened and then shut once more. Harry stayed where he was for countless moments until he finally straightened and pulled off the blindfold. Holding it under his nose, he breathed in the scent of his lover’s tie.
After showering, Harry crawled into bed, satiated with the evening’s activities. When the sunlight lit the room, Harry woke with a smile on his face. He quickly dressed and went down to breakfast.
Draco was already at the table, sipping a cup of tea and reading the paper. He didn’t look up as Harry walked into the room. As Harry poured himself a cup of tea and dropped in a sugar cube, he threw another look at Draco.
“Good morning, love.” There was no reaction from Draco.
“Are you going to talk to me, Draco?” There was still no response.
“Talk to me, Draco. What’s gotten into you this morning?” Draco’s head snapped up at the demanding tone of Harry’s.
“What’s gotten into me? I’m tired, Potter.” The name was spat at Harry and he recoiled.
“Potter? Since when am I Potter?” Harry leaned against the countertop as the pair stared at each other. With overly exaggerated movements, Draco folded the paper and placed it on the table.
“Should I call you pet, then?” Harry blanched at the callous tone. “When are you going to realize that I want a normal encounter with you? When are we going to be equals? Jesus, Harry, when I was a child, I would have relished the opportunity to own you. I’m not a child, any longer. I want us to be equals. That’s why I insisted you tell me what you wanted. I want this to be equal.” Draco’s voice lost the sharp edge and was pleading instead.
“Why can’t you realize that I need you to own me? I need to belong, goddammit!” Harry pounded his cup against the countertop.
“I…” For once, that golden tongue was without words.
“What’s your definition of normal, anyway? Who’s to say that it isn’t normal?” Harry was ashamed to note the presence of tears in his voice. “Fuck it, Draco.” Harry turned his face away from Draco as he cursed under his breath.
“Harry.” It was Harry’s turn not to respond. “Harry, look at me.” All those hours in the shadowed room, obeying that honey tone, made Harry turn his head by habit.
“I love you, Harry. Sometimes, I just want us to crawl into bed and cuddle. Christ, I sound like a bloody Hufflepuff!” Harry started to stammer a response. Draco stood rapidly and his chair crashed to the ground. He stalked over to Harry and cupped Harry’s cheek. Their bodies leaned into the each other.
“I want us to kiss and tease and lick. I want us to be together, really together, not just me telling you what to do and when to do it.” Draco’s hand dropped to his side. “I want you to love me back.”
Draco’s voice had dropped to a whisper. Harry startled out of his own world when he realized exactly what Draco had said.
“I do love you. I say it all the time.” Draco shook his head sadly.
“You say it but you don’t do it. Instead, you have me order you, bite you, mark you, whip you. We never do it any other way; it’s always me dominating you, sublimating you. I understand that you need to belong but so do I. I…sometimes, I just want us to hold each other. I want you willing. I want you to touch me first, without a demand. Christ, I want us to worship each other.” It was Harry’s turn to cup Draco’s cheek.
“I’m willing to do that.”
“Are you?” A small light of hope reached Draco’s eyes.
“Yes, Draco.” Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against Draco’s.
“I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy the game. I do, but I just want us to do it other ways too? Please?” Draco pled with Harry.
“Of course, Draco, I want it all.” Harry’s lips pressed once more against Draco’s as his hand snaked between their bodies to cup Draco. “And I want it now.”
*Please note, I am NOT saying BDSM is evil or corrupt or anything. Draco is remarking on the fact that they never do anything OTHER than BDSM and he feels that needs to change. I hope I explained Draco's "normal" comment properly. (I personally don't mind a little bondage, myself)*
ETA: This story now archived at Skyehawke and at TheHexFiles
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Date: 2005-10-05 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 11:59 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and especially thanks for letting me know your thoughts on it!
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Date: 2005-10-05 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 12:00 am (UTC)Thanks so much for letting me know your thoughts!
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Date: 2005-10-05 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 12:00 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2005-10-05 11:11 pm (UTC)Beautiful story to accompany a beautiful piece of artwork. Bravo!
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Date: 2005-10-06 12:01 am (UTC)A little bondage never hurt anyone (unless they wanted it ;) ).
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Date: 2005-10-05 11:45 pm (UTC)I liked how the 'room' seemed to be in a completely different universe, like when entering, Draco and Harry became two entirely different people. Outside of it, in the morning... Hm. =D Difficult to explain, but I really liked it!
Excellent job!
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Date: 2005-10-06 12:02 am (UTC)Your room comment is exactly what I was going for... I wanted them to feel like seperate universes.
I'm so glad you liked! You've brightened my day!
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Date: 2005-10-06 12:13 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2005-10-06 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-06 03:58 am (UTC)I like the juxtaposition of the two sides and couples. Even the most prickly (and I'm pretty prickly) want to cuddle sometimes...
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Date: 2005-10-06 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-06 05:21 am (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2005-10-06 05:20 am (UTC)Ya made my evening! Thanks!
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Date: 2005-10-06 03:29 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2005-10-06 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 03:29 pm (UTC)second, Thanks for reading and enjoying! It made me smile almost as much as your icon did. Draco in a dress, *giggle*
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Date: 2005-10-06 09:48 am (UTC)-LBB
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Date: 2005-10-06 03:30 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting! You've made me smile, which is kinda hard to come by right now.
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Date: 2005-10-06 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-06 04:27 pm (UTC)Even better was the depth that came with the story. I loved the smut but the best part was Harry and Draco actually having to work on their relationship. I have never read a story where Draco was so vulnerable and believable at the same time.
Nicely done!
~Ally
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Date: 2005-10-06 11:29 pm (UTC)This art was just so utterly beautiful that I just HAD to bring it to a fic. I wrote a noncon story with Lucius and Harry inspired by it also but it's not nearly as good as this one. I had my wibbles with going so far out of my norm but comments like yours have reassured me.
I had to try snarky and vulnerable Draco... I'm glad it worked for you!
Again, thanks so much for commenting and brightening my day!
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Date: 2005-10-07 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-10 08:28 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2005-10-08 03:00 am (UTC)Personally, I like the scene quite a bit, but I can also understand Draco's yearning for vanilla... And I think it's a good point - if that's all they're doing, and one of them isn't happy, then it needs to change, at least a little.
Did I mention that this was major hotness?
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Date: 2005-10-10 08:31 pm (UTC)Sometimes, vanilla is good. It can be exciting too, in its own way. Change can be exciting.
Anyway, thanks for commenting and I'm ecstatic you liked it!
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Date: 2005-10-09 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-10 08:32 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I liked the idea of the juxtaposition between the two encounters. You CAN have your cake (or muffin) and eat it too.
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Date: 2005-10-09 03:30 pm (UTC)It is a good story, and I really love the ending. That's what it should be like.
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Date: 2005-10-10 08:33 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! You've made my day!
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Date: 2005-10-09 08:43 pm (UTC)I loved that even though Harry wanted to be dominated and to belong he was the one controlling the relationship. (and I didn't feel you were slamming BDSM)
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Date: 2005-10-10 08:34 pm (UTC)I hadn't really thought of Harry controlling but after re-reading, you're right, he really is. (I guess I'm too close to the subject matter).
I sound like a broken record but.... I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2005-10-09 08:45 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to leave a review, but GOD this was fantastic.
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*more incoherency*
*in love*
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Date: 2005-10-10 08:35 pm (UTC)I'm tweaking the other one... I have a beta who's very familiar with the subject matter so I promise, it will get better.
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Date: 2005-10-09 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-10 08:37 pm (UTC)