Double Drabble: Muse (Dean/Lily Luna)
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lightofdayeTitle: Muse
Word Count: 2 x 100
Rating: R
Characters & Pairing: Lily Luna Potter/Dean Thomas
Content: Cross gen, UST, Painting, a little groping, sex talk
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Lily knows how Dean treats his muses, but she'll be different.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hp_nextgen100's Prompt #345: "Inspired".
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Mr Thomas was the same age as Lily Luna Potter's father but didn't look it, aside from some elegantly greying temples he looked decades younger than he was.
As it was she was lying sprawled on a divan, covered only in a sheet. The fabric was sheer enough that even her small breasts and erect nipples clearly showed through it's surface.
She tried not to rub her legs together too much. Tension crackled in the air.
"It's done," rumbled Dean Thomas, "come and see"
Clutching the sheet to herself, Lily walked over and saw herself painted in oil, looking divine.
"Such beauty," said Dean looking at the canvas. "See what you've inspired?"
"I can see something else I've inspired," said Lily, reaching out to caress the erection in Dean's trousers.
"I'm not going to fuck you Lily. Yet." Dean rumbled. "Then I wouldn't want to paint you."
Lily let the sheet fall away from her body and moved back to pose again. Dean always said that he used his muses. He painted them, then he shagged them, and then he moved.
Lily knew she was going to be different.
But then so had every one of his subjects before her.
Word Count: 2 x 100
Rating: R
Characters & Pairing: Lily Luna Potter/Dean Thomas
Content: Cross gen, UST, Painting, a little groping, sex talk
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Lily knows how Dean treats his muses, but she'll be different.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
hp_nextgen100's Prompt #345: "Inspired".- - -
Mr Thomas was the same age as Lily Luna Potter's father but didn't look it, aside from some elegantly greying temples he looked decades younger than he was.
As it was she was lying sprawled on a divan, covered only in a sheet. The fabric was sheer enough that even her small breasts and erect nipples clearly showed through it's surface.
She tried not to rub her legs together too much. Tension crackled in the air.
"It's done," rumbled Dean Thomas, "come and see"
Clutching the sheet to herself, Lily walked over and saw herself painted in oil, looking divine.
"Such beauty," said Dean looking at the canvas. "See what you've inspired?"
"I can see something else I've inspired," said Lily, reaching out to caress the erection in Dean's trousers.
"I'm not going to fuck you Lily. Yet." Dean rumbled. "Then I wouldn't want to paint you."
Lily let the sheet fall away from her body and moved back to pose again. Dean always said that he used his muses. He painted them, then he shagged them, and then he moved.
Lily knew she was going to be different.
But then so had every one of his subjects before her.
