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TITLE: Waiting
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Dorcas Meadows
PROMPT: 4. for what it's worth as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rarepair_shorts and 37. seconds at 100_tales
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 316
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of, nor do I make any money from the Harry Potter franchise. I merely dabble in the shadows of the world of JK Rowling created.
The Other Stories in the Forever Was in Your Eyes (Kingsley/Dorcas) canon:
True Visions
Forget the Night Out
I Never Imagined
Name Me
In The Middle of the Night
When Dorcas waited for Kingsley to come home, the seconds felt like years. He'd been gone for two days. To be exact, he'd walked through the door 16 hours, 42 minutes and 14 seconds ago. That was over sixty thousand seconds of her life that had been lived without him. It hadn't used to bother her this much, being away from Kingsley, but today it was affecting her in strange ways. There was a void in the pit of her stomach whenever he wasn't nearby. Nothing seemed important and she found herself staring off into space, counting each of the seconds.
Maybe it was bothering her this time because he hadn't left for work. As far as she knew, Dumbledore hadn't called him for any secret assignments. Arthur was taking care of Bill while Molly visited her mother. The Order wasn't planning anything. Why then was he gone? What was keeping him away? The flat was starting to feel like a prison and she was quickly turning into the insane prisoner trapped within the walls.
The front door began to open. Before he was able to get a foot into the room, she wrenched the knob out of his hand and jumped into his arms. There was water beaded up on his coat but she didn't care. He was home.
"I'll take that kind of greeting every time I come home." He returned her kisses with fervor. "I take it you missed me?"
Dorcas nodded her head as she kissed her way down his throat. The rasp of his beard against her lips was more erotic than any foreplay she could think of at the moment. "For what it's worth," she whispered as he gathered her up into his arms and began to carry her the rest of the way into the room, "I'd much rather you stayed here with me."
"For what it's worth, I do, too."
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Dorcas Meadows
PROMPT: 4. for what it's worth as
rarepair_shorts and 37. seconds at 100_talesRATING: R
WORD COUNT: 316
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of, nor do I make any money from the Harry Potter franchise. I merely dabble in the shadows of the world of JK Rowling created.
The Other Stories in the Forever Was in Your Eyes (Kingsley/Dorcas) canon:
True Visions
Forget the Night Out
I Never Imagined
Name Me
In The Middle of the Night
When Dorcas waited for Kingsley to come home, the seconds felt like years. He'd been gone for two days. To be exact, he'd walked through the door 16 hours, 42 minutes and 14 seconds ago. That was over sixty thousand seconds of her life that had been lived without him. It hadn't used to bother her this much, being away from Kingsley, but today it was affecting her in strange ways. There was a void in the pit of her stomach whenever he wasn't nearby. Nothing seemed important and she found herself staring off into space, counting each of the seconds.
Maybe it was bothering her this time because he hadn't left for work. As far as she knew, Dumbledore hadn't called him for any secret assignments. Arthur was taking care of Bill while Molly visited her mother. The Order wasn't planning anything. Why then was he gone? What was keeping him away? The flat was starting to feel like a prison and she was quickly turning into the insane prisoner trapped within the walls.
The front door began to open. Before he was able to get a foot into the room, she wrenched the knob out of his hand and jumped into his arms. There was water beaded up on his coat but she didn't care. He was home.
"I'll take that kind of greeting every time I come home." He returned her kisses with fervor. "I take it you missed me?"
Dorcas nodded her head as she kissed her way down his throat. The rasp of his beard against her lips was more erotic than any foreplay she could think of at the moment. "For what it's worth," she whispered as he gathered her up into his arms and began to carry her the rest of the way into the room, "I'd much rather you stayed here with me."
"For what it's worth, I do, too."
