Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Song is not mine.
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"What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?" – Celine Dion, "Taking Chances"
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"Rodolphus," she manages to moan between fervent kisses. "We can't…" He barely pays her any mind, and skims his lips over her neck in a slow descent. When she tries to move, he grips her shoulders and pushes her back against the nearest surface. Removing his mouth from her collarbone, he mutters by her ear, "And why not, my dear Bella?"
He has her pinned against the wall, and they are both resisting the urge to gasp; their proximity is almost too much for either of them to handle. She leans her head back against the wall, looking up at him lazily; he can see every detail of her face, from her dusky eyelashes to her lipstick-smeared lips. She's an enthralling sight, and she knows it.
As she reaches up to tangle her fingers in his hair, she finally murmurs, "Imagine if we got caught, what it would do for our reputations." But despite her words, she doesn't resist when he pulls her closer to him; she shivers as he grazes her skin with his thumb. Smirking, he responds, "Then I suppose we're both willing to take that chance."
Author's Note(s): They are only kissing here, I swear! (At least right here...I can't account for what they do afterwards -innocent look-) I just felt that Roddy and Bella needed something like this, to set them aside from the not-so-likely to make out in empty corridors couples. Cuz they're hotter than that! LOL. And understand that I'm not a huge writer of writing…well, this stuff. But it was begging to be written so…I tried. (Doesn't that count for something?) Please R&R!