Headaches When Stopping Birth Control

EFP fanfiction, Sherlock (BBC), 'Have another year that goes' to jillien


EFP fanfiction, Sherlock (BBC), 'Have another year that goes' to jillien

Is The Body More Sensitive During Menstruation

Fragments A broken

Title: Broken Shards
Author: nefene
Beta : acardia17
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, Lemon, does not take account of the last book, sensitive issues
Genre: Angst, Romance
Summary: Harry falls, but Draco keeps him standing.
Words: about 1500
Notes: Draco and Harry
♥ How much I missed *-* The title refers to the title of a book (which was also a film) "Girl , interrupted "A big thanks to
acardia17 ... How would I do without her? \u0026lt;3 The story

Nocturne Alley - The story Fanworld.it

Fragments Broken

I.

The foam is soft and warm in his hands, the scent of lemon. Harry grabs a plate and wash it with studied gestures and slow, but after a while if he feels it slipping from his fingers like a fish in the hands of a child, then fall into the sink splashing water on his face. Puffing loud, annoyed.

" What's happening?" asked a voice behind him. The arms are wrapped around the waist, pulling back until his back leaning on a thin chest and warm. A heavy wool sweater and the rough pinches my neck. "I heard you blow like a mad cat even from the other room ..."

Draco's laying a light kiss on the skin behind the ear lobe and then chews up the tender, feeling him relax a little in his arms.

" I slide the dishes," Harry whispered in a tone of angry. Withdraw your hands from the water they were still immersed up to the wrists and on their door thighs, tightening the apron light green cloth that covers the clothes. Collapse fists until the knuckles whitened. Dry fingers are placed on her, forcing it to loosen its grip in which they were tightened. Caress their uncontrollable shaking, massaging nodes contracts with lenses and light touches, trying to calm him a little.

" Why not wash them together?" Draco offers, persuasive and malicious. Leads their hands in the hot, white foam covering up the forearms. It takes a dish from the dishes stacked on the bottom of the sink, look for the sponge with a slight rocking, and then store it in the palm of Harry, who tightens the grip insecure.

With one hand holding the porcelain firm, raised, while the other accompanies the gestures unstable and irregular with which Harry rubbed the smooth surface. With his travels in an impalpable caress the curve of her neck, causing slight shiver of pleasure.

" See? If we do not slip together, "Draco whispered. Harry moves his head just nodded, biting her lip in an effort to keep the focus on their movements.

II.

Harry's body is a patchwork of scars.

Draco it goes through the drawings with his hands and lips, while the groans of the other thin melt a little, the constant pain that compresses the heart.

soft kisses the hollow of her groin and gestures with studied slowness touch his erection, awakening the whole.

raises his head to see Harry's face. A long white scar breaks in two expression. Draco already caressing your skin red and shiny with sweat on his chest, barely illuminated by the light dell'abat dim lamp, then it changes and takes his penis in her mouth, enjoying the groan choked with which the gesture is welcomed.

nodded his head while massaging with one hand frantically. The sides of Harry remain helpless, abandoned against the mattress, but his fingers are entwined with blond hair and smooth hair of Draco, and just pull when they rub teeth with light sensitive skin and tend his lips into a smile.

Draco comes first, with whispers nonsensical Smothering penis in her mouth. Harry soon after, while shaking hands warm and wet around his hips.

hot and panting, dragging Draco up to his bedside, then shaking his arms, bringing him to lay his head against his chest. Tickling the eyelashes thin skin, heavy breathing that slowly warms the chest is smoother and quieter. He closes his eyes waiting for sleep, but his voice anxious and worried about Harry breaks the quiet of the room: "I think ... I think it's really very late. My aunt and uncle will be angry, you better go home. "

Draco's lips are stretched into a bitter smile, while his mind clouded frantically trying something to argue, to go along with that. Invisible bonds tightening around his heart again. "No, it's too late. You can stay here a while '. Forever, if you like ... If you do not have to return to face their anger, no? "He says tenderly stroking his cheek, hoping that enough to convince him. At that moment, Harry is in another place and another time.

under your fingers feel the twitch in his face and a thoughtful expression of doubt, then relax in the kiss pressed against his forehead.

" I ... Yes, I believe I could be here. At least a bit ', if not disturbing. I like being here, "he finally answered uncertainly.

" no problems at all. I also like to be here with you. Now go to sleep, "whispered Draco raised squeezing more tightly in his arms. Make sure that Harry falls into a deep and peaceful sleep and is staring at the ceiling illuminated by the thin wooden lamp on his bedside until he feels the body that holds the arms to relax. Only then closes his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

not turn off the light, Harry is afraid of the dark.

III.

put the key in the lock of the door of dark wood and massive. Enter the room, shakes off the snow and cold and being welcomed homely environment. "Harry?" Calls, while lever jacket and boots wet, then put a pair of slippers with soft and warm.

" I'm here," replied a voice from the living room. Relief fills the lungs, his voice calm and quiet. The knowledge that that day should not explain who is and that makes us in his house .

Harry is sitting on the sofa, covered in colored diamonds on my knees and close a steaming cup in her hands. The little TV is on, images of dragons and castles across the screen. Draco's lips are rolled in a melancholy smile, while sitting too.

" is fun," said Harry. "The way we see, I want to tell." Stay silent for a few minutes with his eyes fixed on the film, seems lost in himself, in memories that belong at another time. "I miss him, you know?" Then whispers, looking down on the floor.

" Mmm," Draco whispered, leaning his head against his shoulder. Lower eyelids, letting the warmth of the room and contact the wrap, removing the fatigue accumulated during the day. "There is no place for us in that world, Harry."

" I know! I know, I just say that I miss. The magic and Hogwarts. And some people, "he says, quietly and resigned. Laying a hand through Draco's hair, and remain seated in silence, standing in an embrace fully aware.

" We could go back, if you want to see that ... happens. If you want, "Draco whispered in a tone of uncertainty after a few minutes, his heart beats wildly, full of fear. He should stand trial, and the wizarding world would discover that his acclaimed Salvatore is still alive - not a martyr, killed and dismembered by a handful of ex-Death Eaters - but broken in body and mind.

he probably would end in Azkaban - Harry to have saved from certain death would not be enough to clear him, but ... caged in the indictment kidnapping. Harry would be locked up in a hospital antiseptic and impersonal, hidden like a puppet with no will.

not know exactly what accadebbre, but in any case all they have there who created some bills creased with fatigue and fringes of a past destroyed, would cease to exist.

" Back ... where? "asks Harry. Draco raises his face to look at him and sees his eyes wide open in an expression ignorant and defenseless. The time is over. Just as well is Draco finds herself thinking, a sense of guilt that nags at her chest.

" In that place where they make the chocolate cakes that you love so much," he says, addressing an open smile and affectionate. "Tomorrow does not work, the store remains closed. We could take a walk around here and then go into the country. "

" Yes! I'd love to, "he says, brightening at the enthusiasm. It just sticks out and meet the lips of the other. They exchange a kiss slow and deep. The bitterness and remorse slip away from the heart of Draco.

IV.

There is a small cardboard box in the bottom drawer of the bedside table of Draco.

contains a few objects that occupy the bottom of the dish neatly, ghosts of a past too far.

A key to the rusty metal, access to a place where Harry had hidden and where he was nearly killed. A photograph shows them years before - even when the choice seemed a distant mark - happy and carefree, hidden in one of many rooms of Hogwarts. Some letters wrinkled. A broken wand.

There is a small cardboard box in the bottom drawer of the bedside table of Draco.

A thick layer of dust or dirt on the cover.

Finish.

Milena Velba Comments

well knotted tie.

Title: A good tie knotted
Author: nefene
Beta: \u0026lt;/ span> acardia17

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Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing
: Albus Severus Potter / Scorpius Malfoy * is happy *
Rating: NC17
Words: 3229 Warnings
: Post 7 th book (with epilogue), Slash, misuse of a tie, Sex Description
Summary: Albus and Scorpius are stuck between friendship ever, and something that still can not define.

N: written for the
P0rn Fest, at the prompt "Albus Severus Potter / Scorpius Malfoy: exchange of tie."
When I saw this prompt I found myself trembling as my dog when she sees me slicing the ham ... - With lots of tail wagging included. I was dying to write again to both of them, and above all I needed to vent a valvoletta - steeped in the right amount of lemon and romance - from what I'm up working at this time.
Today I have also given an exam, so I feel I can throw this story fed to the lions
XD Enjoy!

A huge thanks to acardia17 ! I love her and love her ♥ corrections not only took care of Betaggio, but he even rescued in a vale of tears and despair armed with citation and title for the story (which I find very well chosen) ... How can you not adore her?
Thank you so much! A big kiss, darling! \u0026lt;/ span>

The story Nocturne Alley
The story Fanworld.it

A tie well knotted

A well tied tie is the first serious step in life. Oscar Wilde

not good. not go well at all.

Is there anything wrong with that kind of urgency that lately it's driving me crazy; them is driving me crazy. Madness can not define it in another way. For as much continue to persist in denying it, everything has changed.

Albus Still can not linger. The need to touch it, feel it, it is suffocating, and overwhelms him whenever he is near. Just her perfume - how the heck do you recognize so well? - A veiled its caress as it passes directly behind the office, a mischievous smile that gives him easy lightness, a look too, and finds himself holding it against the first available surface, the tongue in her mouth and hands on his skin. And it is Scorpius, fuck, they are ... He can not have seemed wrong, though it may be for many reasons.

Everything that situation is crazy, will ruin you - years of friendship, a whole life - nothing will ever be the same. Because sooner or later it will end, knows .

clenching his fists, clinging more to the edge of the table, swaying pelvis and meeting the final push. Their moans, her moans and gasps acute noise of Scorpius, fill the room. I'm not even naked, and the friction of the penetration is still painful - have opened up his pants quickly, and the Scorpius prepared with two fingers wet with saliva, dismissive - but no one has ever looked more beautiful . He tilts his head a little, while the other bites his neck.

is wrong, but he can not help it.

**

It began with flowers, candlelight dinners, tickets and sighing courtship discreet but noticeable.

No. .. were closer to a colossal hangover and a saw-conscious in the restroom of a nightclub. The presence of their companions at a walking distance and the fact that they were at least eight years since I touched in way that did not seem that big an obstacle.

The next day was ... Well, it followed a week of embarrassed denial of the event, until after the final of the Quidditch Cup, have not found one above the other on the sofa in his apartment. From there it seemed all downhill, driven by a desire for easy and handy, dazed and intoxicated by the feelings that gave them privacy.

looked like a game, nothing more. After all, Albus thought, something had happened between them, when they were kids, and this had not prevented him from continuing to be friends. Always remember with a pang of nostalgia and warm wet kiss that had traded away the curtains of his four-poster bed at Hogwarts. And the curious hands and a bit 'awkward that slips under the shirt of his pajamas, just touching the strap of his trousers, but not having the courage to go further.

It was their first kiss - and last for years: Albus had taken much longer to Scorpius to come to terms with his homosexuality. A few days later that their first, sweet touch, a Scorpius had started talking about a girl with whom he had Hufflepuff Astronomy lesson, and his minute and delicate face.

Perhaps it was this time just to try as Scorpius had whispered a breath of his lips for many years before. Just to prove how right it seemed find naked to stroke, as it was nice to discover the body and the groans of the other. Just to taste a little, enjoy the knowledge to know in every way, that nothing was out of their friend.

tasted But most of Scorpius, still wanting to learn more.

**

With fingers shaking stuff that is still holding her wrists to the headboard. The nodes are not too tight, and the silk gently caresses the groove of the forearm. And just like silk kisses to his lips with which Scorpius is following the outline of his left flank, while with the knuckles of one hand on his skin draws a line that leads from the navel to the pubic curls blacks.

thin and blond hair of Scorpius, so long as to fall partly to cover his face, tickling the skin on my stomach, chuckling a little bit of the creeps who feel the hot breath of its causes. Scorpius raises his head, and amused glances, while back on his body until you get up to his lips. The barely touches with its curved into a smile full of malice, then plunges her fingers in her hair. String on the neck is lowered to finally kiss him.

Their mouths meet, already opened up to the expectation. Albus would like to keep the eyelids open, look at the face of Scorpius from the extreme proximity - the small mole to the root of the nose, cheeks red and blonde eyelashes and long - but you leave the warmth of the kiss, the heady feeling of their languages are interwoven, and then the teeth tightening on his chin gently, without squeezing the breath out of breath on his skin. Since Scorpius has stripped and tied to the bed, is the first real contact that allows, he seems to die by the desire to have it all on himself.

shore She feels it on his arms that frame her face and felt his movements with curiosity, confused, until he perceives that Scorpius is located on either side of her pelvis. His erection barely touches the groove between the buttocks, and Albus pants of expectation and desire to that contact. He would never have taken the initiative in this direction ... It is more than good in their roles, and the few times he tried to be active, he felt awkward and inexperienced. Scorpius Maybe it's just teasing, she thinks, by Because it would be a change in roles unusual. Or maybe not, given the fact that once again is Scorpius driving games.

The desire to grab the sides, tighten it to him, Albus invests sudden and painful pulls her arms, oblivious of the nodes that tend upwards, with a sigh of frustration when he hears the laces around his bolt wrists.

" I want to touch you," she sobs. Shake and try to bend your elbows, so rubbing the skin against the fabric.

" Shhh," Scorpius whispers on her cheek. "It's' stop, let me do it." Door to his hands, caressing the floor back to calm him down, then weaves their fingers. The tender intimacy of this gesture - their hands, simply close - quiets Albus.

Scorpius kisses her neck, licking her Adam's apple and chewing the jaw line, then returns to look at his face. "You're beautiful," murmured floor with rapt expression, ignoring the blush that ignites Albus those words. Twenty-four years have not yet learned to accept compliments without feeling embarrassed, so they do not have learned to argue with someone without stutter or to tie a tie. The fact is that quell'apprezzamento by Scorpius, then, makes him feel even more naked than it already is.

" Which tie do you prefer, mine or yours?" Scorpius asks suddenly, clutching the folds of silk hanging down the sides of her arms. Albus gets confused by the question, then whispers directly on the lips of the other: "I ... Both, together. I do not see any difference. "

Scorpius respond to his words with a deep kiss and aggressive, totally at odds with gentle caresses and light that is now dedicated to his erection. Then he leans his forehead against his, eyes closed, and it falls on him. It lets me inside him with a single movement, smooth and too fast, moaning with pleasure.

" Piano" said Albus alarmed, surprised that he was still rational enough to pant and breath that one word. The very idea of being inside the Scorpius crazy. It is tight and hot. But you do not want to hurt .

Scorpius takes to rock with soft movements and constant dedication and a mischievous smile. "Al, relax. I have set before. Log in very well. "He bends over him for a moment and kisses him, stifling her moans and further protests.

Scorpius moves with confidence, accelerating and reducing the rate in response to reactions that the law on the face. He holds a hand resting on his chest for support, while the other is masturbating with gestures and soft lenses. It is true , think Albus, enter well. So well that the image of other partners - the safest, most talented, most resourceful of him - makes its way into his mind, tightening the chest in a grip of unease and jealousy. The sudden idea that Scorpius had to tie him to take that kind of pleasure from him, humiliates him.

Then she hears a light caress on the lips and look back on Scorpius. Had not noticed that he made a lip between his teeth, strength, and its erection has diminished a little, perhaps another hint that something was not right. "You're good," she whispers, swallowing discomfort and a knot of confused feelings.

" I like, I like to feel you inside me," Scorpius whispered in response, asking a smile and taking to move more quickly. "Al .. Relax. Do not you ... Do not you like? "Blows then uncertain, interspersing the words in gasps.

Albus lower eyelids, concentrating only on the movement of the sidewalls of Scorpius, the burning heat of the hands on her skin, new and heady emotion that is acceptable within him. Surrenders to the sensations, the pleasure to hear loud wailing closer. "Yes, I like, I like to crazy."

**

His office and that of Scorpius are in the same corridor, within a few doors from each other. The fact that they were dorm-mates, friends, inseparable from the first year, they're both gay, and now even working in the same sector of the Ministry, gave Jamas material to make fun of that memory. That the current situation highlights the fact that the beats of his brother were not so far from the truth is a whole different matter.

Take advantage of a lull to go to work to greet his friend and bring the photos that his father sizing has found some trunks full of letters and memories, and that the night before during dinner weekly family left him. It is an image of their two fourth year, was taken in his garden during the summer holidays. Shows them standing side by side, their faces from the lines a little 'bright and smiling children. Scorpius suddenly brings his arm around her shoulders, and he blushes of embarrassment for the unexpected contact, turning her head toward him.

Albus is uncomfortable with the clear eyes full of adoration with which his copy down youth Scorpius, but thinks it's a nice photo and friend would like to see it.

When approaching the office door and starts to knock, he realizes that in reality it is ajar, and heard male voices coming from inside. Do not want to spy, but he is instinctively glance at those to see if it can get anyway. Scorpius is in the company of someone that Albus does not know personally but who knows with him to be released some time ago. He has no idea if they were ever really together, as it ended and why. He never asked for much of the boys with whom Scorpius could see - you are only concerned to strive to hide the jealousy which had impressed him during periods when Scorpius went out without him more often than usual, without saying where and with whom. Nor the other never seemed interested in the fleeting and short stories that had Albus.

See the slender figure and high Scorpius, standing by the window, so close - too close - to another man who has known and touched in ways of which he can only deceive themselves it enjoyed the exclusive, the results in a malaise that suggests a few more reason why he never wanted to know nothing of those who attended Scorpius.

squeezes the picture in his fingers, rubbing and filling it with fingerprints. Maybe he wants to get back together with him. The thought hits him direct and sharp as a needle in my heart, together with an awareness that what unites him and Scorpius is just a game among friends, an ephemeral pleasure. Suddenly you just want to go back to the first two days, then soft bed, the warmth of those kisses, the feel of the hands of Scorpius knotting the ties around his wrists.

should go from there, certainly does not want to see them kissing. Or worse . But his feet appear to be anchored to the floor, his muscles frozen at the moment when a series of confusing and painful realization has taken hold in his mind.

not hear what the two men are saying: just see the closeness of their bodies, and then a big hand and long fingers tighten around the wrist with anger and too thin of Scorpius. A nudge alarm sounds among its intricate thoughts, along with a new instinct, who has never tried before. To protect Scorpius. He starts to enter, while it is being invested by memories of times it has defended the Scorpius, guided, helped, in the course of their friendship, never let him weigh his excessive shyness.

But just then Scorpius leaves one with a shove and expression goes with cold at your desk. The man remains motionless for a moment, then turns to exit.

Albus goes away in a hurry, putting on the first office he meets. A knot of questions unspoken shakes his chest.

**

" Hush, hush ..." The voice is hoarse and panting against his ear, his breath moist. The hands on the opening of its Jeans are hasty and hurried. Extend the greedy fingers of the elastic boxer and a palm slips between the fabric and her skin, pressing directly on his erection. Of very warm lips close around his nipple.

let out a loud groan from the mouth slightly open, it terribly excited.

Scorpius suddenly moves away from him. "I told you to shut up," she whispered almost inaudibly, glancing worried about the purple curtain of the dressing room. "I know that prevention is better ..." He continues, with rising gestures nimble tie - that of Albus is already on the ground, along with the shirt. It makes you spend more time on the lips of Albus, and frozen with surprise and inability to counter the risk of Scorpius without making any noise and it remains still to be discovered, then stop it on its head with a tight knot.

It gives him a quick kiss on the lips covered by cloth, and the next is kneeling on the ground, the erection of the companion in the mouth moist. Albus leans his arms on the wall of the dressing room, and throwing quick look in the mirror at the side threatens to bring him instantly: the image of Scorpius between his legs, his hands tight on his ass, and red lips stretched around his penis and causes him a long, hoarse cry, stifled by badly tie tightly around her face.

It forces you to not push hard into the boiling heat that is the mouth of Scorpius, merely swinging plane, meeting the language that wraps quickly around him and be guided by the fingers deep in his buttocks.

When lowers her eyes, crosses to the other, watching him with that ... adoration and sweet, unexpected in the frenzy of the moment, that he had to slow down their movement and bring a hand to the face of Scorpius. The plan caresses his cheek, hoping that their eyes do not convey all that and may not know express verbally.

Scorpius slips off the mouth of his erection, and continued masturbating with one hand with slow gestures, tilting her head a little rubbing against his palm. "Say you're mine," she murmurs softly. "Say you're mine," he repeats in his mouth before resuming.

Albus stared, and she wants to be his cry, always been to be his, but the stuff keeps him from moving his lips and issue something more than a muttered muffled. Put one hand through his hair and starts to go to Scorpius in him so abruptly and quickly, shortly after coming into her mouth soft and yielding. To make him understand that he is his .

**

The hand that caresses the sudden the inside of the thigh, dangerously close to the groin, as if to choke him with a mouthful of roast and apple butter is swallowing. Coughing furiously, red for the effort and embarrassment, while Scorpius gave him a few pats on the back with a grin on his face and his sister looks at him with dazed expression.

" All right, Albus?" He asks Lily poured a glass of water. "You're weird today. You also arrived late, not like you ... "

not for me to even have sex in a dressing room before going to lunch with my sister , think Albus gasping for breath . Bend your lips into a smile tense and nervous, trying not to think of the hand, stubborn, returned to rest on his leg.

just do not understand what happened in that dressing room. He did not even have time to ask questions to himself and especially to Scorpius. Just out of the shop are dematerialized in a hurry before the building where her sister lives, too late for the traditional Saturday lunch, which Scorpius - a friend of Lily for years - is always invited.

" all right, yeah, sure," mutters between a cough and another. "I told you, we were ... committed. "Blushes furiously, avoiding the eyes of Scorpius. "That's it." Back to attack the roast, hard as marble, and salty. He holds her face bent over the plate, pretending not to notice that the eyes - what more and more puzzled than amused by his sister and Scorpius - are all pointed toward him.

" Okay," says Lily condescending, before asking: "Al, but I never donated to you for Christmas, the tie that Scorpius? Since you can exchange your clothes? "

raises his head to snap around the neck of Scorpius. Lily is right in hurry to get dressed, Scorpius the knotted his tie and wore his. Is still gasping and speechless. "I, uh, we, well ... In the laundry, you know, yes ... "stammers confused.

hear a sigh and then a hand resting on his neck, the same as just before stroking the inside of the thigh, and another on the tie that wraps the neck. Do you feel then pull up to meet the face of Scorpius. Remains motionless for a moment, eyes and mouth wide open static against the lips gently caress. Until ... something melts inside of him, and responds with greed the kiss, meeting with his tongue, scratching with his teeth, moaning loudly. It is overwhelmed by what all involved.

When you detach from each other do not dare look into his eyes, afraid to mutter something stupid and would never say in front of his sister, so, biting the corner of the lips and suppressing a smile, sat down again composed and cut the steak in the dish that has almost untouched.

looked up at the spectator - property in an expression of pure shock - and comments nonchalantly: "Lily, you know that this roast is really disgusting?"

end.

Picnik Quotes For Best Friends

General Purposes for the New Year (2)

Happy New Year to all the f-list:) Best wishes
you do them just now as they are adorned only by a luuuungo ride yesterday - as well as free wireless Internet - in the eternal city. Even I am surprised he did not put on weight and still have feet to walk, given the speed, but still ... How beautiful Romaaaaaaaaa.
(My father took advantage of the trip to tell me all the two sets of Crime Novel, as I read the book ages ago but the series I have not even looked at. Oh well.)
Since last year, to list brought me good intentions, I hope that the second year in a row takes me just as well. Meanwhile, let's see ...

- wise to check
- Doing well exams
- Working on my self-esteem
- Being naive and not blunt the character of the cabbage that I find myself (there was some improvement, come on!)
- Trying to improve my style writing and make it less swollen (bbbbbbooooohhhhh ...)
- improve my English
- Finish work personal dominion
- Write a story for at least the porn fest
- Try to make at least a bit 'forward with the BDT (ehmmmmm. ... no = _ =)
- Finish Escapist and begin correcting the general fic (ditto with potato)
- Finish 10su10 (argh!)
- Write on Bleach and open myself to other fandoms (basically fanfiction I have not written in 2010 ... If we do not count on that FFX)
- finish writing the fic Riven / Uru Path of the Shell Uru and finish (completed only about half )
- Write the following Fade to black, on balance properly if the story is really good or not (expect for the moment)
- Translate into English at least the shorter fanfiction, and then eventually begin to fade to black ( naaaaaaaa)
- replay to play The Longest Journey and Myst (both started without having time to finish them)
- Plant there the fandom of the Soul Eater manga if you dare to kill me Medusa (even if the last arc made truly worthwhile, I guess I'll have to wait to plant this year there cabin and puppets)
- Write block the original story I have in mind for months (perhaps the only thing that I wrote this year)
- boh ... And, have a look 'of the show, although I never watch TV? (My hatred for TV and for the series in that song is, and what remains)

I sincerely would have gone worse. This afternoon I'm going to write that this year, and see if I can improve myself again:)

How Long Does Cervix Stay High?

Take me with you. Another gift

Title: Take me with you
Author: nefene
Beta : acardia17
Pairing: Remus / Sirius
Rating: NC17 (no doubt)
Summary: Sirius has a request. Remus is poised between past and present.
Words: 1335
Warnings: Slash, descriptive sex scenes, set in the fifth book (when Sirius is forced to Grimmauld Place)

Notes:
For both short (and a rich 'playful fun, "like a finger stuck in a blender," says ACARD ...), are two Remus / Sirius in less than two weeks. The thing is beginning to be worrisome.

This is born into a dark and stormy night sleepless, having by chance read the prompt on the day of Fanworld and teased by the idea of participating in the p0rn fest. Esimetevi not by criticism, and I still have a lemon very conflictual relationship (and uneasy) ...
A big thanks to Acardia17 ! I love it! ♥

Written on January 5th day of the prompt Fanworld: "Take me with you," and participating in the p0rn fest (Prompt: Scars).

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Fanworld - Nocturne Alley

Take me with you.

There will be memories,
or evenings deserve pain
night hoping to watch

JLBorges

" Take me with you," Sirius whispers floor on her skin, her lips brushing his shoulder. The tone is mischievous, retains traces of a smile that comes to mind groans, whispers and other playful blackmail under the sheets. Remus wants to cling to that shred of his nails rediscovery complicity, to a past that seems to find life in the contact of their naked bodies, but knows that it is a feeling moody and ineffable. Too many years have passed and many things have changed, because hate to be two teenagers hidden under a quilt soft and colorful, ready to taste the love, sex, and lifetime.

leaves Sirius ran his fingers gnarled rough on the sides of Remus, holding firmly that it encounters. It goes forward, penetrating a little, but still not enough because his presence in Remus becomes something more than a frustrating stimulation.

" Take me with you," she repeated, kissing the top lobe of his ear and holding it down against the mattress, blocking the movement which would make him excited to go deeper within him. "Take me with you, Moony,"

Sirius rises and wrapping an arm around my waist forced him to prop up on elbows and knees. "Take me with you." A gentle touch of knuckles on the curve of her buttocks; Sirius it goes through the soft, rounded profile, focusing finally on the angular projection of the hip bone to hide the trembling of his hand. It just rocks, picking the opening of Remus: he is within just a few inches, it expands in a circular motion of the tip of his erection, but it gives them the pleasant feeling of open and filled with friction. Waits: His words are a promise and a request set.

Remus emits a low moan, and hold the sheets crumpled between the fingers contracted. It is painfully excited, but the knowledge that another will not - nor will be allowed to touch - until you respond to the continual exhortation, rather than increase his desire to let go of the hands that caress and hoarse whispers and warm, yet the rationality. It is not an agreement that can give Sirius, and its just no bitter taste to break the farce.

He feels his chest bare and hot Sirius press against his back: contact him to buckle throwing back her head and the other with his tongue teases the delicate and sensitive skin just below his ear. Then he runs through the neck with wet kisses and noisy, down vertebra to vertebra, alternating wails to his minor bites on the skin taut and thin. "Moony," the plan still calls, hoarse voice full of excitement. "Take me with you."

is asking him not. He would like to order them, maybe make him, by exploiting the few weapons that have remained at his disposal. The pleasure that can give you is still a powerful means of persuasion, but Remus can not help but wonder if you insist on taking it from behind so that he sees in his body changed as evidence of what they have lost - an entire life.

Before Sirius always insisted to face him when they made love, to watch his every expression and every eye in response to the pleasure. He undressed, leaving admire, aware of her beauty and seductive in its own way of living shameless sex. Adored him with eyes, lips and hands, to erase the embarrassment for the scars on his chest and his movements a bit 'awkward, the desire to take my breath away, leading him to pray for more, and to promise anything just to feel it inside.

was beautiful, Sirius. Under those sheets, the illusion that together they could tackle anything come true in their bodies twisted and turned in their eyes and laughing.

" You're beautiful," said Remus, and ignores the sudden movement of a hand of Sirius on his side, to that phrase. It's true: it is beautiful, as beautiful and painful it together again. He wants to drown in nostalgia, in relief, to pretend that the two of them together are sufficient to restore happiness.

But it is not. Sirius can not play with their requests, and Remus can not let go of him without thinking.

caressing fingers glide toward its erection, coordinated plan to touch the slow swing of their bodies, they walk its length with confidence and familiarity. "Take me with you," he repeats again Sirius, and Remus felt a subtle note of warning in his voice.

Remus groans going to meet the strong hand that now holds his penis, and respond, then: "No." A syllable round, blown up in his mouth, the camouflaged pants. But Remus knows that Sirius has heard, and though perhaps he did not expect a different answer for his part, feels it emits a puff of frustration, her body rigid with just disappointment. "No," Remus repeated more convinced. He does it for him, to protect it. "You know that I can not, that you can not ..."

Sirius says nothing, goes forward, penetrating with one movement, dry and decided that ripping a scream. Then he pulls back and with a hand still on his shoulder and the other to the soft folds of her crotch, takes to fuck it hard and fast, more than his body could endure no longer used.

It hurts, it feels broken, and too open, the noise and heat of Sirius's flying balls against her buttocks excites him, but those pressures are too painful because it can hope to be that way. Serra's eyes, stiff arms and spreads his knees a little, to meet the body pressing against his. The groans Sirius are noisy and broken now, and his movements are becoming more rude and wild; pursues her own pleasure regardless of Remus, slamming in his opening abused, punishing him for a ban not to blame for a past that no can be reconstructed. Is inside of him with a long lament, then retracts kissing her shoulder and he collapsed on the mattress.

Their eyes met; Remus plan extends a hand and gently touched the cheek of Sirius, his lips parted from breathing. "How soon are you going?" Asked the latter with a subdued tone. Remus approached him and gives him a kiss short and dry. "We still have ten minutes," he murmurs. He can not even finish the sentence that Sirius has already begun to touch him, masturbating him with slow and determined.

" I think when you're on duty?" Sirius murmured, burying his head in the hollow in her neck, touching the tip of the nose with his skin flushed. "Think of us? In my hands? To me you do? "A light bite, a little more than a kiss with his mouth open. "I'll think about it, because I would leave this fucking house, and I would protect you." A warm shiver at those words, while Sirius's hand moves faster and faster. "Do not trust me, Moony?" Falsely casual tone can not hide the accusation implied in the application. Sirius can not go out, because the world does not trust him. It is also the fault of Remus, who believed him, that did not trust him, them.

is a few moments later, his fingers dirty with hot jets of Sirius, while these strong biting the skin of the shoulder until you feel in the mouth the taste of blood.

A few minutes later, Remus has already been covered and is ready to leave the room. He wants to stay awhile 'there, to bring up old memories or create new ones, including those crumpled sheets. Look at the back of Sirius, too long and lean, the skin is thin and tight over the bones protruding, covered by more or less obvious scars. Remus knows that those were not the most painful wounds.

" I love you," murmured before leaving, in the silence of the room.

Fine.

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Finally, after much wandering, Album of the figurines of Harry Potter!

-Excuse me, the album was released Harry Potter?
-E 'for you?
-No, I c. ... ^ ^ -...
EHMN you hold here.
-It gives me 5 or 6 packages
-sorry, no figures
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Oooook. Ok, 'the fact is that Daje Daje and I can not find Snape brilliant. This is totally frustrating to see the amount of packages daily.
MA is a positive consequence (apart from having so many duplicate Lucius can attack them from everywhere bwahahahah) ... to be successful to convince some of my friends to make a good collection of figurines, so between Harry Potter and the Player newsagent has pinned so good money, but at least he spent five 20 year-old seeing a fist fight outside the bar for stickers bwahahahahahah.
The best thing was the face of people who passed by and saw us, unparalleled