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shocfix ([info]shocfix) wrote,
@ 2005-04-04 01:00:00

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Green Tights - for missy_minx – Harry/Ron - R
Title : Green Tights
For : [info]missy_minx
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : Green Tights
Words : 265
Rating : R


"They are not wearing green tights," Harry said sternly.

"They so are," Ron scoffed. "Tights and little short skirts and firm arses."

Harry tutted at him.

"Look, you're bent," Ron said happily. "Of course you'll watch films full of firm arses."

"This is a classic film, Ron," Harry protested. "There have been camp versions of Robin Hood, but that is Errol Flynn, total man's man, total ladies' man."

Ron snorted.

"Total poofter," he said. "Could his skirt be any shorter?"

"You're just jealous," Harry said.

"What?"

"'Cos you don't have the legs for it."

"I beg your pardon?" Ron asked, missing Harry's smirk as he bit his lip.

"It doesn't matter," Harry said blandly. "I love you, anyway."

"We'll see about that," Ron muttered, storming out of the room.

Harry settled down to the swashing and buckling and ignored the muttering in their bedroom.

“Ahem,” Ron said, from the doorway.

He had stolen some of Hermione’s tights, and turned them green.

They were not made of thirteenth century, itchy wool, but were sheer and transparent, and everything was clearly visible, peeping under bottom of the emerald green t-shirt that completed his costume.

Harry swallowed.

“I take it back,” he said to Ron’s crotch, as Ron came and stood between him and the television. “If you’d played Robin Hood, your Merry Men would have been utterly Gay.”

“So,” Ron smirked. “You gonna make it up to me, for hurting my feelings?”

“Yeah,” Harry breathed, leaning forward and mouthing Ron’s twitching cock through the almost invisible mesh. “I’ll feel anything you want to make up for it.”


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