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fan_flashworks2015-03-10 02:21 pm
musyc) wrote in fan_flashworks2015-03-10 02:21 pm
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Harry Potter: Fanfic: 100 Fantasies from the Charma Sutra (Wax)
Title: 100 Fantasies from the Charma Sutra (Wax)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Length: 425
Content notes: Waxplay.
Author notes: Forfan_flashworks Challenge #112, "Stripes". Also for a lover100 fill #21, 'wax', and for a standalone ficlet series of mine. Also also, it's been, um, two years since I've posted here. *waves* Hi! I'm trying to get back into regular writing.
Summary: Hermione and Draco work their way through 100 fantasies. (021 - Wax).
Draco stood at the side of the bed, his knees brushing the thin old sheet bought at a charity shop for just this purpose. He held the candle and contemplated the curves of Hermione's back. Spots of wax decorated her shoulder blades like a constellation no one had ever named, pale stars on a fading summer tan. Two stripes trailed down her spine to join in the small of her back, forming a small pool that had yet to harden fully, his thumbprint still soft just above the swell of her arse.
Hermione adjusted her arms, folded beneath her head, and peered at him through the tangle of curls she'd clipped high out of the way. Draco met her eyes and slowly tipped the candle over her ribs. Wax ran in a narrow stream, translucent in the air and a creamy white where it landed on her skin. Beneath the fall of her hair, Hermione exhaled with a contented sigh. Draco moved the candle along her side, dripping the wax up to her breast and down to the flare of her hip.
He gave her a moment to rest, to absorb the gentle heat sinking into her skin, as he watched her face. Her eyes were half-closed, lashes showing the smallest quiver; her mouth was half-open, the tip of her rose-pink tongue tucked into the corner of her lips. She was crooning to herself, a satisfied sound somewhere between a hum and a moan.
Draco turned to the table beside the bed and examined the selection of candles. He chose a pale blue to complement the white drops and lines already clinging to her and tested the wax on the back of his hand. Heat bloomed for less than a second, not even the length of a blink, then faded into a soft warmth that slowly spread across his hand as the wax dried. When he flexed his fingers, the tendons under his skin loosened the thin layer of wax. He flicked it onto the bed and returned his attention to Hermione.
He dripped wax over her back in spirals, smiling as he imagined her as the priestess of an ancient god, with sacred markings painted on her naked body in preparation for a ritual. To add to the image, he dripped a sigil for love on her upper back near her heart.
Draco set the candle down and gently traced the lines on her body. He bent over her and pressed his lips to a pool of wax by her spine, his kiss marking her skin.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Length: 425
Content notes: Waxplay.
Author notes: For
fan_flashworks Challenge #112, "Stripes". Also for a lover100 fill #21, 'wax', and for a standalone ficlet series of mine. Also also, it's been, um, two years since I've posted here. *waves* Hi! I'm trying to get back into regular writing.Summary: Hermione and Draco work their way through 100 fantasies. (021 - Wax).
Draco stood at the side of the bed, his knees brushing the thin old sheet bought at a charity shop for just this purpose. He held the candle and contemplated the curves of Hermione's back. Spots of wax decorated her shoulder blades like a constellation no one had ever named, pale stars on a fading summer tan. Two stripes trailed down her spine to join in the small of her back, forming a small pool that had yet to harden fully, his thumbprint still soft just above the swell of her arse.
Hermione adjusted her arms, folded beneath her head, and peered at him through the tangle of curls she'd clipped high out of the way. Draco met her eyes and slowly tipped the candle over her ribs. Wax ran in a narrow stream, translucent in the air and a creamy white where it landed on her skin. Beneath the fall of her hair, Hermione exhaled with a contented sigh. Draco moved the candle along her side, dripping the wax up to her breast and down to the flare of her hip.
He gave her a moment to rest, to absorb the gentle heat sinking into her skin, as he watched her face. Her eyes were half-closed, lashes showing the smallest quiver; her mouth was half-open, the tip of her rose-pink tongue tucked into the corner of her lips. She was crooning to herself, a satisfied sound somewhere between a hum and a moan.
Draco turned to the table beside the bed and examined the selection of candles. He chose a pale blue to complement the white drops and lines already clinging to her and tested the wax on the back of his hand. Heat bloomed for less than a second, not even the length of a blink, then faded into a soft warmth that slowly spread across his hand as the wax dried. When he flexed his fingers, the tendons under his skin loosened the thin layer of wax. He flicked it onto the bed and returned his attention to Hermione.
He dripped wax over her back in spirals, smiling as he imagined her as the priestess of an ancient god, with sacred markings painted on her naked body in preparation for a ritual. To add to the image, he dripped a sigil for love on her upper back near her heart.
Draco set the candle down and gently traced the lines on her body. He bent over her and pressed his lips to a pool of wax by her spine, his kiss marking her skin.