Author: Severlover
Title: MY FALLIBLE HEART
Summery: AD/SS slash may become part of a series, had ideas but am as yet unsure
Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter nor do other characters and places from the books belong to me, they are owned by JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic and Warner Bros.
MY FALLIBLE HEART
He'd beautiful. I still remember that first night. He'd worn nothing more than a loincloth as he'd gracefully stalked me from the party. He stands with such grace and dignity that one would have thought we where in his dungeons and not my private rooms. He glides towards me. I open my mouth to protest but before I can say a word he leans forwards our lips meet, his hands on the small of my back pull me closer, I gasp as the added friction as our cocks meet, he slides his tongue into my mouth deepening the kiss and conveying in this one simple act all his passion, lust and desire. Vampires such as he are ruled by their sexual desire. His body is so close I can feel the lust and desire radiating from him. That was the night I finally gave in to my lust and his beauty, after 50 years of keeping my distance from this most beautiful of all my children.
Afterwards as I watched him sleep I'd promised myself it would never happen again, its too dangerous for both of us. But as I reached my resolve he'd awoken, he'd looked into my eyes and I'd lost myself in the dark depths of his soul. We made love three times that night and rarely has there been a night I since that I've slept alone.
I lay here studying him in the moonlight. His dark hair in stark contrast with fair skin, this is when my husband is at his most beautiful, his body relaxed and sated after sex, skin aglow in the moonlight, his hair scattered across the pillow like the ebony halo of a fallen angle.
I know he was once a deatheater, he still bares the dark mark despite the dark lords passing and yet I can't imagine him committing any of the crimes he has been accused of, crimes he will spend the rest of his lifetime tearing himself apart over. How can something so beautiful and pure be so corrupt and capable of such evil, yet it is his darkness that attracts me, that thinly veiled killer under the pure floorless skin. I am like a bee to the honey pot, my body yearns for him, and I fear that I will starve without him.
Each time I take him to my bed I tempt fate, just one taste of my blood in the heat of passion and his instincts will take over. The vampire within will be unleashed and I Albus Dumbledore will be become the victim of my own fallible heart