The Meredith Series

Title: Slow mornings.
Author:sa_kun On LJ
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 032, naked
Word Count: 405
Summary: Harry and Charlie wake up together.
Warnings: Naked people in bed.
Notes:

Naked | 032

It's mornings like these that Harry loves; the mornings where the air is still and gentle and warm and he can hear the birds chirping outside as they welcome the sun. He thinks these mornings are beautiful.

When he turns around and slowly opens his eyes the mornings are even more otherworldly.

Charlie Weasley may not be a beautiful man; he has far too many freckles and his skin holds far too many burn-scars – and he may not be traditionally handsome; his nose isn't perfectly straight and his cheekbones aren't high in his rather broad face – but to Harry he is the most wonderful man in the world.

Harry thinks he is beautiful – he has far too many freckles and his burn-scars are shiny and smooth when Harry strokes and touches them. Charlie moans when he does so, in fact, especially at night when they are...having fun.

Harry thinks he is handsome – his nose isn't narrow or straight and Harry thinks it's quite cute and his jaw is broad. His kisses are hot and passionate and his cheekbones – and the rest of his face and most of his body – are covered with freckles.

Harry really loves Charlie's freckles; he finds them a major turn on. Charlie thinks he's daft but he has never once complained when Harry demonstrates why.

He slides his hand over Charlie's naked chest and enjoys the feeling of the warm, rough skin littered with freckles (not that he can actually feel them, mind, but he knows they are there). Charlie moves and cracks an eye open at Harry. “Morning,” he mumbles.

“Morning, beautiful,” Harry whisperers in return and Charlie snorts. “Charlie?”

Charlie grunts and opens his eyes fully. They are warm and full of adoration and Harry finds himself unable to quench the wide smile creeping up on his face. Charlie returns it with a soft one of his own. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” Harry shuffles closer and strokes his hand down Charlie's chest to the hip furthest away from him, down to the magical tattoo that still fascinates Harry even though it is far from a novelty to him these days. His hand tingles as the small Golden Snidget darts under it on its trek across the side of Charlie's left hip.

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