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kinkfest2007-12-16 11:28 pm
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Harry Potter (Dean/Luna)
Title: Masterpiece
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monitorscreen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Er, body painting.
Word count: 170
Summary: Dean's best works were never shown to the world.
Prompt: October 28 - Harry Potter, Dean/Luna: body-painting – "Your body is a wonderland"
A/N: This is late. My apologies.
Masterpiece
by monitor screen
His best works were never shown to the world. Nor kept for long, for the matter. Not because he did not want to, but because practicality rules. The very canvas he worked on dictated that his art was to be transient.
But the pleasure more than made up for it. Every loving stroke of the brush, every curving line, every splash of colour - these were the same as his administrations on other media. Yet when the lithe body stretched under the guidance of his hand, distorting the image, it caused wondrous mutations, breathing life into the painting. Pale golden hair spread on soft white sheets, forming a perfect backdrop to the piece. He slid his hands down shapely legs, sitting back to review his work.
The wide blue eyes sparkled when they crossed path with the slanting sunlight, "Show me."
As Dean adjusted the mirror, catching the dreamy smile stealing onto those sweet, lush lips in reflection, he thought, no, he wouldn't want to share this for the world.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Author:
monitorscreenRating: PG
Warnings: Er, body painting.
Word count: 170
Summary: Dean's best works were never shown to the world.
Prompt: October 28 - Harry Potter, Dean/Luna: body-painting – "Your body is a wonderland"
A/N: This is late. My apologies.
Masterpiece
by monitor screen
His best works were never shown to the world. Nor kept for long, for the matter. Not because he did not want to, but because practicality rules. The very canvas he worked on dictated that his art was to be transient.
But the pleasure more than made up for it. Every loving stroke of the brush, every curving line, every splash of colour - these were the same as his administrations on other media. Yet when the lithe body stretched under the guidance of his hand, distorting the image, it caused wondrous mutations, breathing life into the painting. Pale golden hair spread on soft white sheets, forming a perfect backdrop to the piece. He slid his hands down shapely legs, sitting back to review his work.
The wide blue eyes sparkled when they crossed path with the slanting sunlight, "Show me."
As Dean adjusted the mirror, catching the dreamy smile stealing onto those sweet, lush lips in reflection, he thought, no, he wouldn't want to share this for the world.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
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