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stgulik prompted me with Remus/Hermione: Rolling thunder, and I wrote, No Real Rhyme or Reason (PG-13; Remus/Hermione; 100 words): Giving in is easy.

The brightest witch of her age is older now, and not particularly wiser.

but her tits are

"Yes, I'm flirting with you."

"Why?"

"Rolling thunder, damning rain, trapping us here like . . . rats in a cage, and—"

"That rhymes, Hermione. Did you mean it to?"

"I'm . . . not entirely inebriated."

And that's too pissed to know that you

"Still want to fuck you, though."

Hermione's matter-of-fact coarseness makes everything hard for Remus.

He repeats his question, thinking, Shouldn't you at least be looking at her eyes?

Her breath is hot against his cheek. "Because I don't want to give in to despair."

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iulia_linnea
Aug. 15th, 2015 11:43 am (UTC)
Well, that's excellent! I'm glad to have made you happy. Thank you for prompting me. :D