Ending to "At the gym," part 25.
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dracoharry100Title: At the gym, 25
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x10
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated R
Challenge: easy
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Author's note: And it ends as it began: with a huge stack of drabbles on one prompt!
Also, Comments are love!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 24: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/158929.html#cutid1
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Harry’s eyes burned continually as he talked. Draco knew listening wouldn’t be easy, but he couldn’t walk away now. He had to hear everything Harry might say.
“When I saw you in your swimsuit, you looked like my wet dream made real.” Harry ran one hand through his hair, making it even worse.
“You know, Ron and Hermione have teased me about fancying you since sixth fucking year, but I was horrified by the idea of wanting someone so cruel. It wasn’t until I saw you nearly naked that I couldn’t deny it anymore. So I asked you to dinner.”
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“In retrospect, I’m honestly amused by my own naiveté. I should’ve known that ploy would never work. Just striding up, me asking you to dinner? Out of the blue? I should’ve known it couldn’t be that easy. Of course, it wasn’t. You fought, you snarled, you raised your spines so high I couldn’t see beyond your objections. I knew I should cut my losses and run, but I just… couldn’t. I needed to keep trying for your attention, unless and until something convinced me I absolutely had no chance with you. That taking you out, even once, was truly impossible.”
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Harry looked a little uneasy now, almost confused. Draco held his breath and focused his attention more sharply.
“But I was the one in for a real surprise, because as I spent all that energy chasing you, I started talking to the people who work with you, for you…. I found out, you aren’t unkind anymore. You grew up, Draco, became a hardworking man. Honest, patient, caring, disciplined. Even kind. I bet you’d no idea I took your assistant, Chris, out to lunch a couple days before I showed up in your office?
Draco shook his head, just once. No.
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“I asked questions. I listened. How Chris talks about you, how Tempeli talks about you. Ran into Theo Nott, talked to him. By then I was lost, because I wanted you even more.”
Harry broke eye contact and Draco reeled with shock. Fought to hide it. Harry had talked to all those people about him? None of them had said a word about any of it! And the things they had apparently said! He didn’t know how to feel about this. Betrayed that people would speak to Harry about him behind his back? Comforted, eased, because it was all positive?
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But Harry had raised his head, he had caught Draco’s eyes, and though it wasn’t easy to bring his mind back to carefully listen, Draco knew he needed to.
“So I kept seeking you, pursuing you. I managed to find out where you might go for dinner and I looked for you. To my shock, you asked me to fuck you. Instead of saying no yet again, you asked me to ‘best’ you. And I guess I went overboard, Draco, went too far, but I had finally gotten your consent to touch you and I didn’t ever want to stop.”
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“I don’t really do bdsm, power games. But I’m no virgin. I’ve been to a club or two, checked out the internet. So I faked it. And almost destroyed my one chance. So you show up tonight, dangling your safeword in my face, and yes, I’m scared to open up, to lay it all out. I’m scared to give you the entire story. I know you always play the angles, you always want to get your due, and you always want to come out ahead, with at the very least, your fair share. More, if you can. You’re not easy.”
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“Honestly, I admire that. I try to solve everyone’s problems. But you aren’t like that. You’re careful, thoughtful. Some would call that selfish. I used to, but not anymore. I’m not asking you to change! But I don’t understand your Slytherin side, Draco, and I do fear it. From the moment you first turned me down, I’d no idea how to convince you I was worth a risk. So I tried to control you because it felt easier. Barrel in, wand blazing. Cast first, ask later. Lead with instinct. It’s always worked for me. It’s easy to fall back on.”
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Harry dropped his head. When he spoke again, his head stayed down.
“Do I look a blundering fool now? Seem a useless excuse for a man? A man as beautiful as you, probably think I should be more confident, always at ease. Does my need for your body seem pathetic? With my desire for more? All my cards are on the table. Do you win the pot? Saunter off with everything? Leave me bereft? Because I’m flying blinder than I ever have before, and I’ve no bloody idea what to do next. I don’t know how to win you, Draco.”
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Overwhelmed, nearly speechless, Draco stepped into Harry’s arms. As Harry’s embrace closed around him they sagged into one another. Draco took a deep breath, and spoke into Harry’s neck.
“We won’t be easy, but we’re incredible when horizontal. Let’s give the rest a chance.”
Ripping his safeword in two, Draco dropped it and put both hands on Harry’s face. “I don’t promise never to use my safeword, but it will be for something specific. Never make unwavering obedience the price of your bed again, and I will never again be fool enough not to reach for the stars with you.”
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Hope gleamed in Harry’s eyes, but instead of speaking he tasted Draco’s lips. Draco expected intensity, but the kiss was yielding, sweet.
“I’m so happy,” Harry said. “Is this real?”
Draco hardly knew. Was it? He’d thought his animosity overwhelmed his every common sense.
“Won’t be easy,” he cautioned, unable to reassure Harry any other way.
But Harry didn’t roll his eyes, or chide. He didn’t voice a platitude, and he didn’t dismiss. Instead, he blushed, and Draco saw dampness in his eyes.
“I know,” Harry answered. “I want you anyway.”
Draco took his hand, and led him to bed.
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Fin
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x10
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated R
Challenge: easy
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Author's note: And it ends as it began: with a huge stack of drabbles on one prompt!
Also, Comments are love!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 24: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/158929.html#cutid1
Harry’s eyes burned continually as he talked. Draco knew listening wouldn’t be easy, but he couldn’t walk away now. He had to hear everything Harry might say.
“When I saw you in your swimsuit, you looked like my wet dream made real.” Harry ran one hand through his hair, making it even worse.
“You know, Ron and Hermione have teased me about fancying you since sixth fucking year, but I was horrified by the idea of wanting someone so cruel. It wasn’t until I saw you nearly naked that I couldn’t deny it anymore. So I asked you to dinner.”
“In retrospect, I’m honestly amused by my own naiveté. I should’ve known that ploy would never work. Just striding up, me asking you to dinner? Out of the blue? I should’ve known it couldn’t be that easy. Of course, it wasn’t. You fought, you snarled, you raised your spines so high I couldn’t see beyond your objections. I knew I should cut my losses and run, but I just… couldn’t. I needed to keep trying for your attention, unless and until something convinced me I absolutely had no chance with you. That taking you out, even once, was truly impossible.”
Harry looked a little uneasy now, almost confused. Draco held his breath and focused his attention more sharply.
“But I was the one in for a real surprise, because as I spent all that energy chasing you, I started talking to the people who work with you, for you…. I found out, you aren’t unkind anymore. You grew up, Draco, became a hardworking man. Honest, patient, caring, disciplined. Even kind. I bet you’d no idea I took your assistant, Chris, out to lunch a couple days before I showed up in your office?
Draco shook his head, just once. No.
“I asked questions. I listened. How Chris talks about you, how Tempeli talks about you. Ran into Theo Nott, talked to him. By then I was lost, because I wanted you even more.”
Harry broke eye contact and Draco reeled with shock. Fought to hide it. Harry had talked to all those people about him? None of them had said a word about any of it! And the things they had apparently said! He didn’t know how to feel about this. Betrayed that people would speak to Harry about him behind his back? Comforted, eased, because it was all positive?
But Harry had raised his head, he had caught Draco’s eyes, and though it wasn’t easy to bring his mind back to carefully listen, Draco knew he needed to.
“So I kept seeking you, pursuing you. I managed to find out where you might go for dinner and I looked for you. To my shock, you asked me to fuck you. Instead of saying no yet again, you asked me to ‘best’ you. And I guess I went overboard, Draco, went too far, but I had finally gotten your consent to touch you and I didn’t ever want to stop.”
“I don’t really do bdsm, power games. But I’m no virgin. I’ve been to a club or two, checked out the internet. So I faked it. And almost destroyed my one chance. So you show up tonight, dangling your safeword in my face, and yes, I’m scared to open up, to lay it all out. I’m scared to give you the entire story. I know you always play the angles, you always want to get your due, and you always want to come out ahead, with at the very least, your fair share. More, if you can. You’re not easy.”
“Honestly, I admire that. I try to solve everyone’s problems. But you aren’t like that. You’re careful, thoughtful. Some would call that selfish. I used to, but not anymore. I’m not asking you to change! But I don’t understand your Slytherin side, Draco, and I do fear it. From the moment you first turned me down, I’d no idea how to convince you I was worth a risk. So I tried to control you because it felt easier. Barrel in, wand blazing. Cast first, ask later. Lead with instinct. It’s always worked for me. It’s easy to fall back on.”
Harry dropped his head. When he spoke again, his head stayed down.
“Do I look a blundering fool now? Seem a useless excuse for a man? A man as beautiful as you, probably think I should be more confident, always at ease. Does my need for your body seem pathetic? With my desire for more? All my cards are on the table. Do you win the pot? Saunter off with everything? Leave me bereft? Because I’m flying blinder than I ever have before, and I’ve no bloody idea what to do next. I don’t know how to win you, Draco.”
Overwhelmed, nearly speechless, Draco stepped into Harry’s arms. As Harry’s embrace closed around him they sagged into one another. Draco took a deep breath, and spoke into Harry’s neck.
“We won’t be easy, but we’re incredible when horizontal. Let’s give the rest a chance.”
Ripping his safeword in two, Draco dropped it and put both hands on Harry’s face. “I don’t promise never to use my safeword, but it will be for something specific. Never make unwavering obedience the price of your bed again, and I will never again be fool enough not to reach for the stars with you.”
Hope gleamed in Harry’s eyes, but instead of speaking he tasted Draco’s lips. Draco expected intensity, but the kiss was yielding, sweet.
“I’m so happy,” Harry said. “Is this real?”
Draco hardly knew. Was it? He’d thought his animosity overwhelmed his every common sense.
“Won’t be easy,” he cautioned, unable to reassure Harry any other way.
But Harry didn’t roll his eyes, or chide. He didn’t voice a platitude, and he didn’t dismiss. Instead, he blushed, and Draco saw dampness in his eyes.
“I know,” Harry answered. “I want you anyway.”
Draco took his hand, and led him to bed.
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