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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-11-17 13:27:00

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45 : Moon
Title: Moon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Moon
Word Count: 170
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted at [info]harryron.

The one hundred stories are inspired by Broke Back Mountain.

Ron looks back on one hundred memories of his life with and without Harry.

Enjoy.


Moon
****
There was no desperate ripping off of clothes, no frenzy to see him, to taste him, like years ago.

Was it because we were older? Was it because we had been together just a few months ago, one afternoon at the Leaky Cauldron after a Cannons match finished unexpectedly early?

Or was it because we had admitted that this was it. That we were it.

Even if all we could snatch was the odd afternoon together, we knew that we were together.

That I could never love anyone as much as I loved him; that he was just next door, waiting for me.

That every second together was precious, but not in an I-have-to-shag-his-brains-out way. Just being together. Touching him, holding him.

We slowly undressed, between open mouthed kisses, and I stretched out beside him, propped up on an elbow as he sprawled face down, carefully adjusting himself as the grass tickled his erect cock.

As I ran my hand down his body and over his beautiful naked arse.


My Big Damn Table.


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