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sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-15 08:42 am
sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-15 08:42 am
Entry tags:
Mealtime
Warnings: None.
Rating: R. RL/SB, CW/NT, SB/SS, RL/BW/SB
Available at AO3
BREAKFAST
There is no tidy way to eat a muffin. Especially the sort with sweet crumb topping.
Remus picked the top off accidentally, meaning to split it. His fingertips tore bits off, placing them on his tongue through his open lips as he sat at breakfast.
Sirius watched, entranced, as Remus began on the rest, licking his fingers when crumbs stuck, mobile lips moving across his knuckles. His tongue swirled over one fingertip. Sirius fought down a growl.
Later, in their rooms upstairs, Remus didn't understand why Sirius was so fascinated with the taste of cinnamon muffin in his mouth.
***
LUNCH
It was late spring, and fruit season. This was a problem for Charlie, who always sat across the table from Nymphadora.
Her fingers peeled oranges indecently and the pulp left on her lips when she ate the fruits was almost obscene. She did it unconsciously, Charlie told himself. When she smiled at lunch over his sandwich, he took an apple from her, biting into it firmly, lapping up the juice.
Nymphadora blushed.
That was the week Charlie discovered he'd been plucked by Dora, like the thick ripe fruits she ate.
***
TEA
"What are YOU doing here?"
Snape didn't look up. "Having my tea."
Sirius did not retreat as Snape hoped; instead he crashed about, making new tea, though there was already a pot at Snape's elbow.
"Lemon?" Sirius sneered.
"Adds flavour."
Snape sipped, catching a stray drop with a finger. He was raising it to his mouth when Sirius' hand stopped him.
Sirius bent, licking the tea off.
"Bitter," he said.
Snape let himself be pulled roughly up, and kissed carelessly, Sirius' tongue an invasion in his mouth.
"Yes," he answered.
***
DINNER
Between the tight hot kisses Sirius was filling his mouth with and the feathery touches of Remus' hands on his shoulderblades, Bill managed a single word.
"Dinner!"
Remus, who was behind him and hadn't heard as well, continued to shift and thrust against him, hands on his waist occasionally stretching out to touch Sirius' naked hip on the other side of the slim, muscular Bill.
"Dinner?" Sirius asked, sliding a hand down Bill's flat belly, and lightly over his cock.
"We'll miss dinner," Bill panted.
Remus and Sirius smiled at each other over his shoulder.
"Yes," said Sirius, "we will."
Rating: R. RL/SB, CW/NT, SB/SS, RL/BW/SB
Available at AO3
BREAKFAST
There is no tidy way to eat a muffin. Especially the sort with sweet crumb topping.
Remus picked the top off accidentally, meaning to split it. His fingertips tore bits off, placing them on his tongue through his open lips as he sat at breakfast.
Sirius watched, entranced, as Remus began on the rest, licking his fingers when crumbs stuck, mobile lips moving across his knuckles. His tongue swirled over one fingertip. Sirius fought down a growl.
Later, in their rooms upstairs, Remus didn't understand why Sirius was so fascinated with the taste of cinnamon muffin in his mouth.
***
LUNCH
It was late spring, and fruit season. This was a problem for Charlie, who always sat across the table from Nymphadora.
Her fingers peeled oranges indecently and the pulp left on her lips when she ate the fruits was almost obscene. She did it unconsciously, Charlie told himself. When she smiled at lunch over his sandwich, he took an apple from her, biting into it firmly, lapping up the juice.
Nymphadora blushed.
That was the week Charlie discovered he'd been plucked by Dora, like the thick ripe fruits she ate.
***
TEA
"What are YOU doing here?"
Snape didn't look up. "Having my tea."
Sirius did not retreat as Snape hoped; instead he crashed about, making new tea, though there was already a pot at Snape's elbow.
"Lemon?" Sirius sneered.
"Adds flavour."
Snape sipped, catching a stray drop with a finger. He was raising it to his mouth when Sirius' hand stopped him.
Sirius bent, licking the tea off.
"Bitter," he said.
Snape let himself be pulled roughly up, and kissed carelessly, Sirius' tongue an invasion in his mouth.
"Yes," he answered.
***
DINNER
Between the tight hot kisses Sirius was filling his mouth with and the feathery touches of Remus' hands on his shoulderblades, Bill managed a single word.
"Dinner!"
Remus, who was behind him and hadn't heard as well, continued to shift and thrust against him, hands on his waist occasionally stretching out to touch Sirius' naked hip on the other side of the slim, muscular Bill.
"Dinner?" Sirius asked, sliding a hand down Bill's flat belly, and lightly over his cock.
"We'll miss dinner," Bill panted.
Remus and Sirius smiled at each other over his shoulder.
"Yes," said Sirius, "we will."
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These should be more than just drabbles!
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terrific drabbles.
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I mean....would you....bloody....for god's sake, Sam!
I'm going to have to go and cool off over some *drabbles*, for christ sake!
That NEVER happens!
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I glanced over your post on my flist because I did not want to think about you posting until lunch.
How appropriate. How entirely appropriate that while I eat left over rigatoni I get this.
Thanks Sam
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