Author: Rose
Pairing: Harry/Cedric
Rating: Um R maybe?
Word Count: 299 (yes I know its short...)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The crappy attempt at 'plot' within belongs to me.
Warnings: Slash, Set after GoF, but no references to any further books.
Notes: For morganwolfe666 who's request this was and hirei just cos she's lovely... No flames but constructive critiscm is very welcome, sorry to my lovely beta iheartwillhoge but I wanted this up as fast a possible, and it only got written 10 mins ago.
Summary: Harry remembers his lost love (not too angsty I promise and happy ending!)
He stands before me, and all I can see is perfection.
And I am here, a broken man-boy with dead green eyes. But when he looks at me I am beautiful.
Our eyes meet and memories burn through me, of lips meeting, tongues caressing and skin on skin.
His eyes speak to me of long, lazy bubble baths, hidden from prying eyes.
He slips off his robe slowly, so slowly and I almost go mad from the waiting, revealing toned flesh inch by inch. He moves into the water, towards me and I go to him. We meet in a frenzy of forbidden, stolen kisses. He runs his hands down my back, caressing my buttocks and we harden together, in tune again.
He turns me around and I feel one tentative finger enter me, and I know then how much I have missed this. He knows we don’t have long, and so there are two fingers, then three. And finally I get what I have been waiting for, and we are whole again.
I am not the boy-who-lived and he is not Hogwarts’ other champion. We are love. That is all.
We move together, and his heat surrounds me, engulfs me and I am safe. I can feel myself writhing against him, hear his moans and we draw so close and explode together, as only true lovers can.
I see it every night, and then he stands before me, just as he is now.
He smiles and move towards me, and I to him, knowing that as soon as I get to close he will be gone and I will be alone.
We meet and I move my arm to slide around his neck. And I can.
And he is real, and we stand clinging onto each other.
Together.
I know it was very short, but I quite like this.
Yes I know I suck at smut...
Feed Me!
xxxxxx
Floss