emmagrant01 | Ficlet: Pillow Talk #3

Title: Pillow Talk #3
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Vignettes from a relationship.
Length: Short (636 words).
Note 1: Written for

anise_anise, who is loved muchly. ♥
Note 2: Part of a series of short fics written out of order, all centered around a theme. I'll post one a day over the next few days. I don't yet know how many there will be.

Start with the first one. (This is the third installment.)

Harry finally came to bed.

Draco had headed upstairs half an hour ago, leaving Harry at the kitchen table surrounded by rolls of parchment. And he'd spent the last 25 minutes thinking about sex -- particularly how little of it they'd had of late. He'd wanked in the shower that morning after Harry had left, which had only made him think about Harry (and sex) all day at work. Of course, Harry had come home late and continued to work after dinner, so Draco hadn't had a good chance to seduce him.

Which was why the mere sight of Harry stumbling through the door and stripping out of his clothes was enough to make Draco completely hard. Harry had barely slipped under the sheets before Draco snuggled against him, one hand trailing down his stomach.

Harry caught Draco's hand. "Love you," he said, bringing it to his lips.

Draco scowled and pulled his hand away, rolling onto his back.

"What was that for?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," Draco replied, closing his eyes.

"Oh, no," Harry groaned. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Draco repeated, feeling a full pout coming on. "It's just that…" He paused long enough to be sure he had Harry's attention. "We haven't had sex in over a week."

"I know," Harry said, reaching out to stroke Draco's arm. "And I'm sorry. Work has been so crazy and I'm tired and--"

"I've never said no to you," Draco told him, staring resolutely at the ceiling. "Not once in over five years. Not even when I was tired or sick. When you wanted me, I was happy to oblige."

Harry rubbed at his eyes with one hand and rolled onto his side to face Draco. He watched Draco for a moment, but Draco pretended he didn't notice. After nearly a minute of silence, Harry leaned in and trailed his lips across Draco's shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Draco muttered.

One of Harry's hands worked its way under the sheet. "What does it look like?"

Draco caught that hand just before it reached his destination. "I don't want a pity fuck."

"It's not a pity fuck."

"Yes it is. You didn't want it a minute ago, and you don't want it now."

Harry's forehead pressed into Draco's shoulder. "I changed my mind."

"No you didn't. You just feel guilty. So forget it."

"Stop," Harry said, his voice rising a fraction. "Will you please not do this tonight?"

"Do what?" Draco retorted, closing his eyes.

Harry was silent for a moment before replying. "Look, I had a shitty day at work. My head is splitting. I didn't sleep well last night, or the night before that. I'm exhausted." He sighed again and squeezed Draco's hand. "I love you, but I'm just not in the mood."

Draco released his hand. He couldn't think of anything to say to that. Harry smoothed his hand over Draco's chest and then curled around him so that their bodies fit tightly together. Draco clenched his jaw, feeling a bit claustrophobic.

"Okay?" Harry continued, fingertips tracing a small circle on Draco's stomach. "Please don't make me feel guilty for this. You're the only thing in my life that's good at the moment."

Draco winced. How had this suddenly become his fault? "I'm not trying to make you feel guilty."

"I know." Harry said into Draco's skin, his head cradled on Draco's shoulder.

"I just… I love you. I've missed you this week."

"I've missed you too."

Draco pressed a kiss to the top of Harry's head. Now he felt guilty, and terribly selfish. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

He felt Harry smile against his bare skin. "Tomorrow, I promise."

"Tomorrow," Draco repeated, settling down into his pillow. He sighed. It would do. He could wait.

"I'll surprise you," Harry whispered.

Draco smiled. "I like surprises."

fin

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