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ashleyfanficTitle: Art Appreciation
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ashleyfanfic
Written for:margaritaabate
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Chopsticks
Word Count: 438
A/N: This may spawn a longer one shot that explains the little game they were playing a bit better. But I don’t think 1500 words would be sufficient to do that.
Hermione moaned loudly as she sat astride Draco as his hands moved to explore her exposed body. It had been an experiment, one that had worked out wonderfully. They were both covered with paint and the tension from painting the pleasure runes over one another’s bodies had finally gotten the best of them. She’d had all she could take and straddled his hips and impaled herself on him. The paint brush and paint lay around them on the floor as their moans filled their flat.
She looked down at him and placed both hands on his chest, leaving blue hand prints in their wake. She knew that there was green and black along her thighs and arse. As one of his hands made its way around and flicked over her clit, she came which spawned his own orgasm.
She thrust against him a few more times and lowered herself against him. She felt his hands move over her back and up to her hair which she had secured on top of her head with chop sticks and removed them. He examined them and smiled. “Are they enchanted?”
She laughed. “Do you think they could handle my hair if they weren’t?” He dropped them beside them and ran his fingers through her hair to which she groaned. “Draco! That’s why I pulled my hair up when we started this. I didn’t want paint in my hair.”
He shrugged. “You’re a witch, love, you can vanish the paint away. Which, by the way, may I compliment you on a brilliant new avenue for our sex life?”
She grinned. “Liked it, did you?”
He nodded. “I did. You’re very creative.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. “Have a new love for the arts?”
He laughed. “If art museums were like that, I think you could persuade me to go more often.”
She smiled. “What if I promise we could do this when we come back from the art museum?”
He rolled her to her back, their bodies sliding together in slick gobs of paint. “That sounds like a brilliant plan,” he said as he pulled back a bit. “But I think now we need a shower.”
She nodded. “That’s the best idea you’ve had all day,” she said as she watched him stand and then help her up. He wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned down to kiss her. She ran her paint covered hands over his chest. “Wash my back and I’ll wash yours?”
“Oh, I plan to make sure every inch of you is clean,” he said with a wink before he led her to the shower.
Author:
ashleyfanficWritten for:
margaritaabatePairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Chopsticks
Word Count: 438
A/N: This may spawn a longer one shot that explains the little game they were playing a bit better. But I don’t think 1500 words would be sufficient to do that.
Hermione moaned loudly as she sat astride Draco as his hands moved to explore her exposed body. It had been an experiment, one that had worked out wonderfully. They were both covered with paint and the tension from painting the pleasure runes over one another’s bodies had finally gotten the best of them. She’d had all she could take and straddled his hips and impaled herself on him. The paint brush and paint lay around them on the floor as their moans filled their flat.
She looked down at him and placed both hands on his chest, leaving blue hand prints in their wake. She knew that there was green and black along her thighs and arse. As one of his hands made its way around and flicked over her clit, she came which spawned his own orgasm.
She thrust against him a few more times and lowered herself against him. She felt his hands move over her back and up to her hair which she had secured on top of her head with chop sticks and removed them. He examined them and smiled. “Are they enchanted?”
She laughed. “Do you think they could handle my hair if they weren’t?” He dropped them beside them and ran his fingers through her hair to which she groaned. “Draco! That’s why I pulled my hair up when we started this. I didn’t want paint in my hair.”
He shrugged. “You’re a witch, love, you can vanish the paint away. Which, by the way, may I compliment you on a brilliant new avenue for our sex life?”
She grinned. “Liked it, did you?”
He nodded. “I did. You’re very creative.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. “Have a new love for the arts?”
He laughed. “If art museums were like that, I think you could persuade me to go more often.”
She smiled. “What if I promise we could do this when we come back from the art museum?”
He rolled her to her back, their bodies sliding together in slick gobs of paint. “That sounds like a brilliant plan,” he said as he pulled back a bit. “But I think now we need a shower.”
She nodded. “That’s the best idea you’ve had all day,” she said as she watched him stand and then help her up. He wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned down to kiss her. She ran her paint covered hands over his chest. “Wash my back and I’ll wash yours?”
“Oh, I plan to make sure every inch of you is clean,” he said with a wink before he led her to the shower.
