Post by stefdarlin on Jan 4, 2008 9:16:06 GMT -5
Title: Paint
Genre: Merciless Fluff
Summary: Preparation.
Rating: 11 plus
Filius wearily raised his head to survey the milieu. His breathing came in short pants as he tried to calm himself. He was breathing as if he had partaken in a race. But then he smiled wickedly to himself, of course that almost described what they had done. He looked down at his flushed wife when she moved her hand up to cup his face.
“You do look rather attractive in peach, my love,” Pomona’s bright brown eyes shined up at him from her position on the tarp covered floor. Her finger traced a line of paint that reached from the corner of his eyebrow to the edge of his mouth.
Filus’ lips quirked up in a smile. “Alright, my sweet ‘Mona? That was rather sudden,” his fingers traced the cheerful, happy and light aqua face that stared up at him from his wife’s belly.
“Never better my love,” she struggled to sit up, while he assisted her and looked around. Her eyes took in the painted bubbles of the walls in lime green and she beamed. “Oh Fil, it is wonderful.”
Casting a scourgify charm to clean the excess paint from the surrounding area he stood and took her hand when she struggled to rise. “I think I am going to keep you this way, you seem always hungry for things other than food. Now how about a bath?” He smiled naughtily at her and wiggled his brows.
Pomona sniggered and nodded, the look of hunger rising in her features again. Filius led her to the bathroom where they took a sensuous nook and cranny bath. As they finished he thought vaguely, half the fun had been making the mess, but the other half, definitely, had been cleaning it.
A/N: YAY, YAY! Even including the summary and everything (except for this note) it is 300 words. I can't believe it! I hope you like it, let me know what you think?
Stef =o)
Genre: Merciless Fluff
Summary: Preparation.
Rating: 11 plus
Filius wearily raised his head to survey the milieu. His breathing came in short pants as he tried to calm himself. He was breathing as if he had partaken in a race. But then he smiled wickedly to himself, of course that almost described what they had done. He looked down at his flushed wife when she moved her hand up to cup his face.
“You do look rather attractive in peach, my love,” Pomona’s bright brown eyes shined up at him from her position on the tarp covered floor. Her finger traced a line of paint that reached from the corner of his eyebrow to the edge of his mouth.
Filus’ lips quirked up in a smile. “Alright, my sweet ‘Mona? That was rather sudden,” his fingers traced the cheerful, happy and light aqua face that stared up at him from his wife’s belly.
“Never better my love,” she struggled to sit up, while he assisted her and looked around. Her eyes took in the painted bubbles of the walls in lime green and she beamed. “Oh Fil, it is wonderful.”
Casting a scourgify charm to clean the excess paint from the surrounding area he stood and took her hand when she struggled to rise. “I think I am going to keep you this way, you seem always hungry for things other than food. Now how about a bath?” He smiled naughtily at her and wiggled his brows.
Pomona sniggered and nodded, the look of hunger rising in her features again. Filius led her to the bathroom where they took a sensuous nook and cranny bath. As they finished he thought vaguely, half the fun had been making the mess, but the other half, definitely, had been cleaning it.
A/N: YAY, YAY! Even including the summary and everything (except for this note) it is 300 words. I can't believe it! I hope you like it, let me know what you think?
Stef =o)
and the bath of course. lol Awesome entry!
Ah hah, lemon-yellow, orange-orange, pink-hearts and blue-diamonds!!
