emmagrant01 | Ficlet: Pillow Talk #2 (This fic is now completed.)

Title: Pillow Talk #2
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Vignettes from a relationship.
Length: Short (594 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. This is the fifth and last planned installment.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"I thought they'd never leave," Harry said, pushing Draco onto the bed.

Draco pulled him closer by his necktie. "Me too. And now we're all alone." He arched one eyebrow. "Whatever shall we do with ourselves?"

Harry stared down at him, a strange expression on his face. "I've been thinking about that, actually. How should we do this?"

"What?" Draco frowned at him. "Are you drunk or something?"

"No," Harry said, rolling to the side and propping his head up on one elbow. "This is important. We can't just do it like… you know, without really thinking about it."

Draco laughed. "You are drunk! Why should we do it any differently than we always have?"

Harry looked entirely serious. "That's not what I mean. This is supposed to be special."

Harry picked the strangest ways to be sentimental. "It's already special," Draco sighed. "I love you. But I just want you fuck me now, please?"

Harry wasn't deterred. "We fuck all the time, have done for three years. I don't want this to be just a fuck. It's supposed to be--"

Draco cut Harry off with a kiss. "It doesn't matter what it's supposed to be. Haven't you figured that out already? It doesn't matter who's on top tonight, or if we just suck each other off, or -- god forbid -- if we don't do it at all. We don't have to live up to anyone's expectations."

Harry's forehead wrinkled. "I know. But… I guess I wanted it to be special."

Draco brushed hair away from Harry's forehead. "Then it will be, okay? We'll do whatever you want. Just tell me what to do."

Harry shrugged, then ducked his head. "No, you're right. Never mind. I'm being stupid."

"You're being sweet. But you're entirely too clothed at the moment." Draco pulled the Harry's necktie loose and started to work on the shirt's buttons.

Harry rolled onto his back and let Draco undress him. He stared at Draco while he worked, his glasses slightly askew on his face.

By the time Draco tugged Harry's underwear down over his hips, he was already hard. Draco couldn't resist leaning down to kiss the tip of Harry's erection. He looked up to see Harry still watching him.

Draco smiled. "Well? Where do we begin?"

To his surprise, Harry blushed. "I… I think I know what I want," he said. At Draco's nod of encouragement, he continued, "I want you to make love to me. I want you to do anything you want, as long as you think it's something I'll like. Don't tell me what you're going to do -- just surprise me. Consider it my gift."

Draco grinned at him. "That's a lovely gift. Thank you."

Harry grinned back. "I meant it to be a gift for me, actually. But if that saves me from having to buy something absurdly expensive for you--"

"Of course it doesn't," Draco quipped. He stretched out beside Harry and kissed his forehead. Harry closed his eyes, and an expression of contentment settled on his face. Draco kissed his temple, his cheek, his nose, his chin. He wouldn't admit it to Harry, but he wanted this night to be special too. It meant more to him than he wanted to think about -- and if he thought about it too much, he would be overwhelmed by the enormity of it all.

"I love you, Harry," he whispered, planting a soft kiss on the corner of Harry's mouth. "Thank you so much."

Harry smiled. "For what?"

"For marrying me today."

fin

ETA: Or read the entire thing here.

Final note: Once again (because people keep asking), these were written non-chronologically on purpose. This was just a little writing experiment, unbeta'd and written for a friend as a gift, but the response has been amazing. Thank you all so much -- I really appreciate it! This is all I'd planned to write, but… you never know. If the inspiration strikes me, I may post a few more at some point. ;-)

Oh, and one more thing: The last line of this fic was planned from the beginning, and part of the reason I wrote the vignettes out of order was so I could reveal that at the very end. I'm curious if it changes the way you look at the story?