Disclaimer: not mine.
This is a pretty short, really un-edited work, but i hope you like it :)
-black-feather
Prompt: she's always had a thing for the rain
She loves the rain.
Loves to d-a-n-c-e in it.
Whenever it starts, when the little drops start to form, she instantly looses her train of concentration and starts dreaming of running out of the room to go dance. The very s_e_c_o_n_d that the drizzle starts, she senses it, her head will snap up and whip around to scrutinize the nearest window for a sight of rain. She'll stare and glare at it hard until the droplets start streaming down. A smile will grow until she's positively beaming (and looking like an idiot, she's sure). Her foot will tap. she'll fidget impatiently. Her eyes will flicker to the clock every few minutes. And when the bell finally resonates through the castle, she'll bolt straight to the door and out to the Quidditch Pitch; stumbling as she tears off her socks and shoes. She races down the stairs, vivid red hair flying back. Finally she's outside getting drenched by rain.
She yanks off her tie, thankful that it's not on that tight in the first place; she hates being constricted. But when she takes it off, an expression of peace washes over her face like when the rain had raced over her features, it had embedded the tranquility in her skin. Slowly, she raises her arms, hands loosely cupped to feel the rain dance through her fingertips and stream down her arms. She looks up at the storm clouds and laughs exuberantly. An ecstatic smile appears like lightning across her face and white teeth gleam. Her joyful laughter echoes across the empty pitch as she starts to dance.
She whirls and twirls, loving the squelch of the mud in-between her toes. She spins faster and faster, the rain falls harder, and her laughter is louder. It's as if everything in that moment is amplified. The colors are more intense, the noises are louder, everything is just better. Thunder rumbles across the Pitch and her smile gets wider- if that's even possible. She speeds up her dance and laughs even louder. Lightning strikes the air and fills it with a wild freedom.
The electric bolts outline a figure's silhouette. He's standing under the Gryffindor Changing Room's awnings, sheltered from the growing storm. Hesitantly, he steps out from underneath their protection and walks towards her. He joins in her dance. She lets him in without a question and just dances faster. He miraculously keeps up and twirls her on the spot.
You needed a partner he says as some sort of unnecessary explanation.
Lightning fills the air again and the rain crashes around them. They've slowed their chaotic dance down until they're simply spinning.
How long have you been watching? she questions.
A while. He twirls her again.
Her red hair is plastered to her skin and her clothes are soaking wet. His glasses are completely covered by raindrops, more are clinging to his hair. Their clothes cling to their bodies.
The rain cascades down upon them. Thunder and lightning intermittently strike the air. They've stopped spinning. he slides his hands slowly, tortuously, over her face. He rubs his thumbs against her freckles, stroking her cheekbones. He wipes away the raindrops that fall on her face.
He leans down and with the utmost of care places a kiss on her lips. His tongue slides across her bottom lip as she responds passionately. Their kiss tasted like freedom and passion and love and lightning and rain. It tasted like everything wild and free in the world. Like instability and chaos and pure undiluted ecstasy.
When they break apart, it's still raining. Slightly dazed and crazed beams are carved into their faces. She looks up to the still-stormy clouds and whispers merlin, i love the rain.