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hp, lost, and narnia
Scrabble, HP fic, featuring Slytherins and a terrifyingly magical Scrabble game. Oldie but a goodie. Also I FUCKING LOVE SCRABBLE.
YOU GUYS. So, on the Lost section of the ABC website they have a thing called Sawyer's Nickname Generator. Yeah yeah, I know, I'm sure we all receive enough abuse IRL, why ask the internet for more. But anyway, it asked me a couple of questions about myself and concluded that Sawyer's nickname for me would be WILBUR. I am confused?
From the pages of my statistics notebook: a drabble. Check out the pairing, what a throwback.
After All
Narnia. Susan/Caspian, high R (FO' SHIZ), set during PC movieverse. It's about sex and things never happening the same way twice.
Caspian's hands over her body are confident, almost insistent, and Susan wonders how many women he has bedded, how beautiful they were. The first man who had made love to Susan had been a nobleman from Archenland, green-eyed and soft-voiced. It had hurt. It hurts now, again, although she thought maybe for some reason it wouldn't. Caspian kisses her face and she shudders with each slow thrust, irrationally angry at herself for feeling so young. He can tell to be gentle, and Susan is grateful for not having to voice the request. They go slow, letting Susan set the pace, and she: lost in rediscovered sensations and resurfaced memories of days, nights, the arms that held her down, held her up, the thrill of men's tongues on her skin, of being tasted, drunk down parched throats like she was a heady wine. All these movements are familiar but buried for so long, they are made anew. Things never happen the same way twice, not quite, after all.
YOU GUYS. So, on the Lost section of the ABC website they have a thing called Sawyer's Nickname Generator. Yeah yeah, I know, I'm sure we all receive enough abuse IRL, why ask the internet for more. But anyway, it asked me a couple of questions about myself and concluded that Sawyer's nickname for me would be WILBUR. I am confused?
From the pages of my statistics notebook: a drabble. Check out the pairing, what a throwback.
After All
Narnia. Susan/Caspian, high R (FO' SHIZ), set during PC movieverse. It's about sex and things never happening the same way twice.
Caspian's hands over her body are confident, almost insistent, and Susan wonders how many women he has bedded, how beautiful they were. The first man who had made love to Susan had been a nobleman from Archenland, green-eyed and soft-voiced. It had hurt. It hurts now, again, although she thought maybe for some reason it wouldn't. Caspian kisses her face and she shudders with each slow thrust, irrationally angry at herself for feeling so young. He can tell to be gentle, and Susan is grateful for not having to voice the request. They go slow, letting Susan set the pace, and she: lost in rediscovered sensations and resurfaced memories of days, nights, the arms that held her down, held her up, the thrill of men's tongues on her skin, of being tasted, drunk down parched throats like she was a heady wine. All these movements are familiar but buried for so long, they are made anew. Things never happen the same way twice, not quite, after all.
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belated thank you :)
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