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100quills Teenyfic: The Morning After
Because only I could do a relatively smut-free story with the prompt, "lust".
Title: The Morning After
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angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 229
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 18: lust
Warning(s): Highlight to read * Cheesy use of fandom cliché *
A/N: Thanks to the ladies in Slash Chat for the encouragement & once-over.
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Neville awakened to the strange feeling that he was being flattened. As he tried to move, he remembered that he wasn't alone in the bed. Bill had managed to roll on top of him in his sleep, and Neville reddened when he realised they were both naked.
Bill murmured something in his sleep, shifting slightly, and Neville took the opportunity to slip out of bed. He padded towards the loo, intent on emptying his bladder and freshening up a bit before he had to face Bill again. He tripped over something – the empty firewhisky bottle – and the memory of all they'd done returned, deepening his blush further than he'd thought possible. "Fuck."
"Good morning."
Neville whirled around, automatically moving his hands to cover himself.
"Bill!"
"Were you expecting someone else?" Bill laughed, the sound causing pleasant sensations to curl through Neville's abdomen.
"Er, no. I'm afraid I wasn't expecting anyone. I normally wake up alone."
Bill stretched, and the duvet slipped down a little, revealing a chest with a smattering of ginger hair and silvery scar tissue. His brown eyes raked over Neville's nakedness with obvious hunger. Neville was unaccustomed to being the subject of someone's lust, though that didn't stop his prick from reacting to Bill's gaze.
"Come back to bed, love." Bill lifted the edge of the duvet in invitation, and Neville forgot all about the loo.
Title: The Morning After
Author:
angela_snapePairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 229
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 18: lust
Warning(s): Highlight to read * Cheesy use of fandom cliché *
A/N: Thanks to the ladies in Slash Chat for the encouragement & once-over.
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Neville awakened to the strange feeling that he was being flattened. As he tried to move, he remembered that he wasn't alone in the bed. Bill had managed to roll on top of him in his sleep, and Neville reddened when he realised they were both naked.
Bill murmured something in his sleep, shifting slightly, and Neville took the opportunity to slip out of bed. He padded towards the loo, intent on emptying his bladder and freshening up a bit before he had to face Bill again. He tripped over something – the empty firewhisky bottle – and the memory of all they'd done returned, deepening his blush further than he'd thought possible. "Fuck."
"Good morning."
Neville whirled around, automatically moving his hands to cover himself.
"Bill!"
"Were you expecting someone else?" Bill laughed, the sound causing pleasant sensations to curl through Neville's abdomen.
"Er, no. I'm afraid I wasn't expecting anyone. I normally wake up alone."
Bill stretched, and the duvet slipped down a little, revealing a chest with a smattering of ginger hair and silvery scar tissue. His brown eyes raked over Neville's nakedness with obvious hunger. Neville was unaccustomed to being the subject of someone's lust, though that didn't stop his prick from reacting to Bill's gaze.
"Come back to bed, love." Bill lifted the edge of the duvet in invitation, and Neville forgot all about the loo.
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