Here In The Dark
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,298
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Here In The Dark
This came to me in a few small bits and pieces one day while I was bored at work, I make no claims to anything Harry Potter related aside from my copy of the series and a few other trinkets that I bought with my own money *sigh* Other than that however, not mine, and I\'ve nothing worth it to sue me for.
Warnings: Short, dark, choppy. Other than that, nada.
Reviews make my day, please, feed the muses.
Here in the Dark
An impressionistic fanfic
Floating in the dark I wake, cold and gasping and alone, one arm thrown out to catch hold of someth any anything, and he’s there. My mirror image. My other half. My twin.
We catch hold of –and cling to- each other in desperation, trying to fuse ourselves back into the single entity we started our existence as, before we were so cruelly separated by cellular division.
We cling to each other in the dark, fingers clutching, mouths gasping, skin hungry for more contact, more of each other.
One of us starts a moan, the other finishes it, slender-fingered hands crawling, spider-like, across pale, freckled skin, making mental maps of each other. Matching, mirrored, perfect.
We should have one another memorized by now, but we don’t. Every exploration reveals something new, some small patch of skin never touched before, some newly acquired sensitivity.
Even in the dark I can see the heat-shimmer haze of desire flicking across his eyes, feeling my own need send lazily spiraling tendrils up my spine, curling warmly in the pit of my stomach.
His skin feels vibrantly alive against my own, causing another low moan, starting with one and ending with the other. A hopeless tangle of lanky limbs, just being pressed so close is its own brand of bliss.
Though we’re rapidly approaching a far more physical one. Rapidly, yes, but not at all rushed.
A gasp, and a shudder and another shared moan before dissolving into a far more languid tangle of arms and legs, almost one entity again.
Almost, but not quite.
Light finally begins to encroach on our sated drowse, and I really wake, tangled in the sheets, damp with sweat and other things.
Then I remember that he’s gone now, one of the first casualties in the gods-forsaken war.
I\'m still alone. Truly alone, and without him… I feel hollow.
Warnings: Short, dark, choppy. Other than that, nada.
Reviews make my day, please, feed the muses.
Here in the Dark
An impressionistic fanfic
Floating in the dark I wake, cold and gasping and alone, one arm thrown out to catch hold of someth any anything, and he’s there. My mirror image. My other half. My twin.
We catch hold of –and cling to- each other in desperation, trying to fuse ourselves back into the single entity we started our existence as, before we were so cruelly separated by cellular division.
We cling to each other in the dark, fingers clutching, mouths gasping, skin hungry for more contact, more of each other.
One of us starts a moan, the other finishes it, slender-fingered hands crawling, spider-like, across pale, freckled skin, making mental maps of each other. Matching, mirrored, perfect.
We should have one another memorized by now, but we don’t. Every exploration reveals something new, some small patch of skin never touched before, some newly acquired sensitivity.
Even in the dark I can see the heat-shimmer haze of desire flicking across his eyes, feeling my own need send lazily spiraling tendrils up my spine, curling warmly in the pit of my stomach.
His skin feels vibrantly alive against my own, causing another low moan, starting with one and ending with the other. A hopeless tangle of lanky limbs, just being pressed so close is its own brand of bliss.
Though we’re rapidly approaching a far more physical one. Rapidly, yes, but not at all rushed.
A gasp, and a shudder and another shared moan before dissolving into a far more languid tangle of arms and legs, almost one entity again.
Almost, but not quite.
Light finally begins to encroach on our sated drowse, and I really wake, tangled in the sheets, damp with sweat and other things.
Then I remember that he’s gone now, one of the first casualties in the gods-forsaken war.
I\'m still alone. Truly alone, and without him… I feel hollow.