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100quills Teenyfic: Methods of Relaxation
Title: Methods of Relaxation
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angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 184
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Spoiled
Warning(s): Highlight to read * Slytherin bashing *
A/N: foraccioslash. Thanks to alisanne for the once-over & encouragement. *smooch*
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
“Of all the spoiled, narcissistic…” Neville began, and slammed the door on the end of his own sentence.
“Bad class with the Slytherins again?” Bill smiled, opening his arms to embrace Neville.
“How did you know?” sighed Neville, as he leant into the hug, and buried his nose in Bill’s shoulder.
“Lucky guess. Wasn’t today your fourth year class?” Bill asked.
Neville raised his head to respond. “Yes – they were supposed to be harvesting bubotuber pus.”
“Supposed to be?” Neville could picture the arched eyebrow that went with this question.
“Don’t ask. I’d rather not talk about it,” Neville mumbled into Bill’s shoulder.
Bill snaked one hand down to cup Neville’s arse; the other tipped Neville’s chin up for a toe-curling kiss.
“Come on, we’re off duty tonight. Let’s grab a shower and spend the rest of the evening in bed,” Neville suggested, breaking away from the kiss.
“No,” was Bill’s surprising response.
“No? Why ever not?”
“Because I’d rather take over the Prefects’ Bath.”
“Ooh, good idea. I’ve never been in there.” Neville grabbed Bill’s hand and dragged his husband towards the door.
Author:
angela_snapePairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 184
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Spoiled
Warning(s): Highlight to read * Slytherin bashing *
A/N: for
accioslash. Thanks to alisanne for the once-over & encouragement. *smooch*Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
“Of all the spoiled, narcissistic…” Neville began, and slammed the door on the end of his own sentence.
“Bad class with the Slytherins again?” Bill smiled, opening his arms to embrace Neville.
“How did you know?” sighed Neville, as he leant into the hug, and buried his nose in Bill’s shoulder.
“Lucky guess. Wasn’t today your fourth year class?” Bill asked.
Neville raised his head to respond. “Yes – they were supposed to be harvesting bubotuber pus.”
“Supposed to be?” Neville could picture the arched eyebrow that went with this question.
“Don’t ask. I’d rather not talk about it,” Neville mumbled into Bill’s shoulder.
Bill snaked one hand down to cup Neville’s arse; the other tipped Neville’s chin up for a toe-curling kiss.
“Come on, we’re off duty tonight. Let’s grab a shower and spend the rest of the evening in bed,” Neville suggested, breaking away from the kiss.
“No,” was Bill’s surprising response.
“No? Why ever not?”
“Because I’d rather take over the Prefects’ Bath.”
“Ooh, good idea. I’ve never been in there.” Neville grabbed Bill’s hand and dragged his husband towards the door.
I'm glad you liked it - I was surprised you went with the prompt table & not Snarry. =D