Heaven
His hands caressed her breasts lightly, drawing her nipples into tight points. She breathed his name softly, encouraging his kiss.
As her arms came to shoulders and pulled him closer she could not help to breathe in the scent of his hair.
This was heaven.
A stray lock fell onto his forehead as he positioned himself for their next action. She murmured his name and pushed it away carefully, gently and lovingly.
She looked into those pale eyes, suddenly swirling with warmth and emotion.
"Draco," she whispered again, wanting only his touch in this moment. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent.
His mouth twitched and formed a lazy smirk before he moved and her to softly gasp.
"Draco!" she cried and she opened her eyes.
Only he wasn't there.
Amongst the scarlet and gold of her linen was nothing but space and the lingering scent of a dream so real she hardly managed to convince herself it hadn't happened at all.
It was even harder to believe that it may never happen at all.
She gave a sigh and remembered the previous day when she'd let her eyes wander, only to meet his. The tension had sent electrical currents through her every vein, nerve and organ.
The feeling had been heaven.
In this moment she could only pray that such heaven wouldn't remain as only a dream.
Author Notes: Another drabble to add to my collection. I'm not bothered by that at all but please let me know if you are; in advance I apologize for such musings.
