Ron/Draco in the bath -- by Lizard!

[icarus]

Hot stuff, here it... comes? lizardspots has outdone herself with this piece from

Sex, Drugs and Death Eater Rock.

This pic is not quite work-safe (depending on who's looking over your shoulder), about an R I'd say.

Strawberries and bubblebath. Ah. The beauty of an established relationship.

I (greedily) want more, more from lizardspots.

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[lizardspots.livejournal.com]

Wheee! ::dances around the pimp-pole::

I (greedily) want more

Well, like I said, your stories are phenomenally inspiring, so who knows? I've already drawn 3 pics based only on "Sex, Drugs..." and you have loads more fics for me to snack on... ::ponders::

Oh, and look at my icon! It's in tribute to that drabble you wrote (can't remember the name). And also, may I ask how old you are? I'm sure I know, I've just forgotten temporarily. ::clunks self on head::

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

36.

And I saw that. The drabble was something I cut from 'Beg Me For It,' though I'll have to look up what I ended up calling it. It was Draco's surprise visit to Ron's office.

Icarus

[lizardspots.livejournal.com]

Oh, I knew there was a 6 in it lol. I'm still a teeny bopper at the grand old age of 17. *blushes*

It was Draco's surprise visit to Ron's office.

Oh, yeah, I remember. It's the first time Ron tops or something, isn't it?

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Aha! I just had to look it up.

Open Door Policy.


I only let him top me on my desk the one time, I mean, I have an open door policy. Of course it goes both ways with us. Fair's fair. I can still feel the robes bunched up around my waist, and see the smile wash across his face as he came.

He said, 'I can't believe I'm having hot sex with Weasley.'

I couldn't believe he said we were having hot sex. Not that I didn't agree. But compliments from Draco were rare, and you'd better not say anything if one slipped out, or he'd take it back.


;)

Icarus

[lizardspots.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's the one. Draco tops, not Ron. Heee, I love it. *g*

But compliments from Draco were rare, and you'd better not say anything if one slipped out, or he'd take it back.

That is such I clever line.

[thywillbedone.livejournal.com]

Don't we all...

Man, I better read all those drabbles and all possibly BMFI and SDaDER, just to get me through the waiting line for SNAFU...

[no, this is not a reminder or a poke about it. I know you're busy. We already extablished that the last time. ;-)]

[blackbanditt.livejournal.com]

*nods* I saw the link over at hpart and thought it was, well, gorgeous.

And then I saw all the links to her other stuff and liked that, too. I hadn't realized she'd done most (all?) of the other Beg Me For It artwork, which I'd enjoyed very much.

Maybe it'll prove the inspiration for more Draco/Ron(?)...

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Actually, it did. Check my most recent post.

Icarus

[blackbanditt.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah...

You know, I read that, too (liked it, by the way! Interesting, a bit different from the usual), before I even made that comment.

I do feel a bit like an idiot for saying that, though. *g*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I should probably fill in the rest of the context, that Voldemort's been defeated, the Malfoys switched sides so Draco had to go to Potter's party and suck up (hating every second of it). He started to drink as the only worthwhile activity there and managed to get humiliatingly plastered.

Ron, being a bit of a happy drunk - full of warm fuzzies and goodwill and all-too-cuddly (you know the type, red-faced, loud-voiced and leaning warmly on your shoulder?) - volunteered to take him home when nobody else would (even though he really was in no better shape).

The two of them teetered home on Ron's broom and only the fact that the house-elves recognised Draco got them in past the front gate. They nearly crashed into the front door of the manor.

Ron waved off the elves and staggered with Draco all the way upstairs, with no clue where they were heading. Draco threw up all over him. The elves appeared to clean up the mess, and then got their clothes off and into the tub adjoining Draco's room. (No homoerotic implications to them, they were just being efficient.)

Malfoy made a pass at Ron, who didn't know what was going on, they managed to stagger dripping wet into bed. Draco managed to get Ron more or less in the right position, but he couldn't get it up. Ron laughed, feeling ridiculous if not really clear about it all; then he passed out.

The next morning, Draco awoke first, saw who was in bed with him and it all came back to him. He was thinking of bribes - Weasleys were poor, right? - anything to hush this up.

LOL!

Icarus

[blackbanditt.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the backstory! It makes a lot more sense, and made me more interested in the story itself (rather than just the pairing...) ;)