FIC: Game of Letters 17
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Title: Game of Letters 17
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: post-Neville/Charlie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200
Char,
I missed you so desperately today that I considered sending a real letter to you, not just these ones I know I’ll never send. More than telling you how I feel, I just want you to write back and tell me you miss me and love me too. I want you to tell me you’re leaving Romania to be with me here in Scotland. Though it’s useless to hope for, because if you did that you wouldn’t be the Charlie Weasley I fell for.
But if you were here, I’d do everything to show you how much I wanted you here. I’d cook you one of your favorite meals and give you seconds. And then, for dessert, I could take you to my room so you could put me in my place like a wild dragon. You could use a whip or your wand to mark my backside until it hums red and rosy, warm and loved. So that when you finally take me, fingers sinking into my arse before your cock does, I feel it all the more. You could so anything you wanted to me. I’d be yours.
Though it pains me to write it:
Love,
Nev
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: post-Neville/Charlie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200
Char,
I missed you so desperately today that I considered sending a real letter to you, not just these ones I know I’ll never send. More than telling you how I feel, I just want you to write back and tell me you miss me and love me too. I want you to tell me you’re leaving Romania to be with me here in Scotland. Though it’s useless to hope for, because if you did that you wouldn’t be the Charlie Weasley I fell for.
But if you were here, I’d do everything to show you how much I wanted you here. I’d cook you one of your favorite meals and give you seconds. And then, for dessert, I could take you to my room so you could put me in my place like a wild dragon. You could use a whip or your wand to mark my backside until it hums red and rosy, warm and loved. So that when you finally take me, fingers sinking into my arse before your cock does, I feel it all the more. You could so anything you wanted to me. I’d be yours.
Though it pains me to write it:
Love,
Nev