Title: PENNED PASSIONAuthor& Notes: cameowitch (a.k.a never_tempt) DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE COMMENTS!Email: firstname.lastname@example.org Status/Part: 1/1 Completed One ShotRating: RPairing: HP/LMDate: May 2006Key words: Suggestive, descriptive, Mpreg mentioned.Summary: Harry writes something very personal and gifted it to his lover. Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.Beta: LLICK Thank you honey for the great beta job. Penned PassionHarry smiled as he gingerly replaced his favorite quill in its holder. He picked up the last piece of parchment and gently blew on it, anxious for it to dry. He hoped this chapter would get the attention of his publisher; it had certainly plagued him for years but in a good way. When it was dry he placed it face down on the stack, pulled out the red ribbon and tied them together.He finally stood, picked up the bundle and headed down the hall. Home offices were fantastic, he never had far to travel and everything was convenient. Down the hall, two sharp lefts and he stood in front of the imposing door of his publisher, Lucius Malfoy. Knocking first, he waited for permission to enter. He opened the door quietly and closed it just as quietly. Walking over to his desk, he watched Lucius put aside what he had been reading. It looked like another dry text book. With an encouraging smile, he laid the bundle in front of Lucius and sat in the leather chair in front of the desk. “Lucius, I finished the first part. It’s not long. May I wait while you read it?”A small nod, smile and a wave of a hand soon had tea set out before them. Lucius untied the bundle and began reading.I could tell as he bounced through my doors. He is impatient this time. More so than any other time. “Are you going to make ME late for the opening of that hot new club? Why aren’t you dressed? You didn’t get your hair done like I asked! Are you trying to embarrass me? Do you want to make the seven of us look bad? Really, was it too much to ask you to be ready on time?”His mouth kept firing off derogatory and condescending comments. I gave up and tuned him out finally and went on my merry way to get ready.I looked over at him as I pulled on the tightest black leather pants I owned. They were cut low to hang on my hips, to tease with the promise of some hidden treasure further down. I cast several spells to prevent them from being undone down the sides. It is nights like this that I wonder why I let him bully me into buying these clothes. It was like he wanted me to be on display, to draw attention to me and then to himself. I begin to believe he’ll never realize I don’t do this for me. I do this to make him happy, to hope some day he might want me.I saw him checking out my chest, smooth and sculpted. I picked up my wand again and spelled in the nipple rings. Mine were different tonight – one said 'Maybe' the other read 'Maybe Not'. I covered up with the shirt I had purposely for this outfit. It was the sheerest material known on Earth, in a green that reflected my eyes and designed with two gaps just so people could glimpse the nipple rings. It was wasted though. The one wizard I wanted to notice me, really notice, never had and never would but I would keep trying anyway.“Alright, I’m ready. You know I hate this? I feel like I’m on display. Why can’t we go where no one knows me? Why can’t we stay home and let me dance just for you?”He moved too fast for me to step out of the way. He pushed me against the door and leaned into me, making sure he lined up with all my eagerly responsive spots.“You know why. Why do you have to do this to me? Do you think I enjoy watching you parade around in front of these people, watching them trying to touch you?”I looked into those compelling eyes again. I reminded myself again that only I could stop this circle. I kept staring at him, even as close we were. It was time I did something, so I murmured ‘Finite incantatem brought one hand to his neck and the other to my chest. One by one I undid the buttons down my chest as far as I could reach. I moved the hand down and undid the tie on one side of my trousers.He gasped as he realized what I was doing. Finally, I got a real response from him. I switched hands as I undid the other ties. I pulled his face to mine and just let my lips cover his. He let the pressure build as he let his hands reach out to my shoulders, ghosting over to my neck, holding me in place. It was then that I felt his tongue flick along my lips. I let him seek entrance for a couple of long moments before I granted him welcome entrance.I’m not sure which of us made the sounds first but I felt his hands move down my chest, teasing at my piercings, tweaking my nubs into hard buttons. I couldn’t stop my hands moving to his hips to help pull him tighter into my nether regions. I thrust against him and then wiggled. This time I know who made the sounds. It was both of us.Can you imagine how desperately I wanted to move us to my bedroom, remove all of our clothes and coax him into making me his? Yes, I wanted him to impale me on that gloriously thick and long member I could feel against my thigh. I was already half undressed so I took the few precious seconds to rid myself of the rest of my clothes. As I pushed my trousers down, I made sure I could feel him. I was surprised to find him throbbing and getting harder with just a brief touch.Standing naked against the door, I felt he had too many clothes on so I began slowly undoing his shirt buttons down to the top of his waistband. I let my hand undo the button on his trousers so I could pull his shirt out. My hands glided back up to tease his nipples before going to his shoulder and easing the shirt over his shoulders, letting the black silk fall gracefully to the floor.My hands roamed into his long silky hair, almost copying his movements. His tongue was dancing around in my mouth this whole time, teasing mine into chasing his, stroking it in response. We finally had to part for air but his face dived into my neck, licking in spots I didn’t know would respond like that and sucking on them too, marking me as his. Finally.His hand reached for mine and brought them to the top of his trousers, guiding me to the hidden zipper on those form fitted leather pants. My fingers took their time moving the zipper down even while he encouraged me to go faster. I wanted to feel him pulse and throb under my hand knowing what I brought forth from him. It was exhilarating. I heard a solid thunk and looked across the desk. My friend, lover and publisher sat across from me. “Good Merlin Harry. If you finish this I’m sure it’ll be another bestseller. Just let me see it before you send it to proofing or anyone else.”Harry smirked. “I have no intentions of anyone else reading this. It’s meant only for us. It was one of my best memories of us, just a little disguised at the beginning. I wanted you to have this today. Do you remember that night?”The silver eyes glared into mine, the heat lurking in them. He stood up and reached out for my hand. I stretched mine out and felt him tug me across his desk, clearing it off as I moved. He helped position me so I could wrap my legs around him to hold him close. He kissed me with the same heat and passion that I had stirred so long ago.He broke that too, diving into my neck and playing with my hair. His lust husky voice whispered into my ear, causing the most delicious shivers along my nerve endings.“You better believe I remember. It was the day you pulled my head out of my arse and made me see what I had been missing. It was the day I discovered how loving and faithful you are and how much you mean to me. It was the day the blinders came off and I discovered I love you. It is our fifth anniversary today. I love you more today and I plan on loving you more in the future.”I smiled at him, wiped a tear from my eye and whispered, “Is their room to love a baby?”His eyes flashed, his nostrils flared, his lips and tongue burnt mine with their heat and passion. He broke the kiss to look at me and gave a loud uncharacteristic ‘Woo Hoo’ before leaning me back on the desk and ravishing me. It was almost as good as it was the first time against my door, but when I really think about it no time can compare to that first night.
Thank you for the encouraging comment. This one has been sitting half-written for a while and I finally finished it. Glad you liked it.