Through His Feet
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bleedingangel84Title: Through His Feet
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 167
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Notes: Just a random something. I hope reader’s enjoy.
Written for: prompt 70 at
dove_drabbles- Independence is happiness-Susan B. Anthony, JMDC 149-season, shift, soft, sprawl, squirm
Summary: The way to Harry’s heart is through his feet.
“What’s your favourite season?”
“I’m rather fond of the autumn. That’s when the temperature shifts from beastly hot to bearable.”
Harry eyed Draco from where he lay sprawled across the sofa with his feet in the blond’s lap, fighting not to squirm as Draco absentmindedly massaged his arches. He couldn’t help letting out a soft noise that Draco claimed was a purr. "You're positively evil. You could talk me into almost anything when you’re doing this to me.”
“That’s not true. I’ve yet to talk you into moving in with me.”
“You know I’m happy living on my own. I’ve always valued my independence. I’ve had no need to rely on anyone but myself, and I like standing on my own two feet.”
“Apparently, your own two feet would like to stay where they are right now. And I see another part of you that rather likes that thought as well. Would it be so bad living together?”
“No, not if you agree to keep doing that.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 167
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Notes: Just a random something. I hope reader’s enjoy.
Written for: prompt 70 at
dove_drabbles- Independence is happiness-Susan B. Anthony, JMDC 149-season, shift, soft, sprawl, squirmSummary: The way to Harry’s heart is through his feet.
“What’s your favourite season?”
“I’m rather fond of the autumn. That’s when the temperature shifts from beastly hot to bearable.”
Harry eyed Draco from where he lay sprawled across the sofa with his feet in the blond’s lap, fighting not to squirm as Draco absentmindedly massaged his arches. He couldn’t help letting out a soft noise that Draco claimed was a purr. "You're positively evil. You could talk me into almost anything when you’re doing this to me.”
“That’s not true. I’ve yet to talk you into moving in with me.”
“You know I’m happy living on my own. I’ve always valued my independence. I’ve had no need to rely on anyone but myself, and I like standing on my own two feet.”
“Apparently, your own two feet would like to stay where they are right now. And I see another part of you that rather likes that thought as well. Would it be so bad living together?”
“No, not if you agree to keep doing that.”