Cold Day in Hell
Feb. 20th, 2008 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
khanaLiebe Liriaen,
weil ich es zu deinem Geburtstag zwar geschrieben habe, aber im Urlaub dann doch sehr Netz-los war, hier nun endlich dein Geburtstagsdrabble. (Das Pairing solltest du erraten können. ;) )
Cold Day in Hell
Fingers on his skin and lips, warm, soft lips sucking at his neck. He doesn’t dare turn around, because it won’t be, can’t be, is never him.
He hears a low growl from behind, strong fingers take his chin, force his head around and in that half second before they kiss, he sees that it is him, him! – oh Merlin, it’s really him.
Don’t wake up, he thinks and melts into the kiss. Don’t you fucking wake up.
He does wake up then, of course, huddled under his thin blanket.
Just another cold day in the hell that is Azkaban.
weil ich es zu deinem Geburtstag zwar geschrieben habe, aber im Urlaub dann doch sehr Netz-los war, hier nun endlich dein Geburtstagsdrabble. (Das Pairing solltest du erraten können. ;) )
Cold Day in Hell
Fingers on his skin and lips, warm, soft lips sucking at his neck. He doesn’t dare turn around, because it won’t be, can’t be, is never him.
He hears a low growl from behind, strong fingers take his chin, force his head around and in that half second before they kiss, he sees that it is him, him! – oh Merlin, it’s really him.
Don’t wake up, he thinks and melts into the kiss. Don’t you fucking wake up.
He does wake up then, of course, huddled under his thin blanket.
Just another cold day in the hell that is Azkaban.