A/N – Just a little poetic, confusing one-shot for kicks. (Just so I don't get out of practice. .) Enjoy.
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Lust -to have a yearning or desire; have a strong or excessive craving
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There's a line between love and lust, Harry.
Shivering hands and eyes squeezed shut. His mouth is blistering hot on her neck.
But sometimes, it's kind of hard to see.
She's breathing ragged breaths and he's tugging fingers through her hair.
Not if you're keeping a good eye out.
He's staring at her sleeping and his insides are churning because she looks so perfect that it scares him.
You're that determined not to let this go any farther?
He wishes he could break her open and find out all of her secrets, because he can't seem to make her trust him.
Honestly? Yes.
If only he'd look away. Then lying to him wouldn't be so hard.
You're scared, aren't you?
It was so easy to just collapse into him and let her guard down.
Not of you.
He could read her better than anyone else had ever been able to.
Don't lie to me.
He loves the way that her curls frame her face and her skin stands out against his.
It's not as easy for me as it is for you.
He's sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands and she can clearly see each muscle in his back.
You're not even trying, are you?
He can't cry, he won't cry, because men don't cry.
You don't understand.
She's curled into a ball and the bed's so cold without him.
I'm trying to, I'm trying so hard, Angelina.
The memories are replaying like a movie reel in her head and she can't get it to go away.
I never asked you to.
She's sliding on her clothes and he's got a lump in his throat because he's trying to figure out how he can get her to stop.
I know, and that's just it, I want to.
She pauses at the door and as their eyes meet his breath hitches because she's beautiful.
I'm sorry.
He can't stand the fact that she's so far away so he comes over to where she's standing, reaches for her.
I wish you would trust me.
Her shoulder's slump and she lets herself fall into him.
I wish I could.
Silence unfolds like a dark blanket and he knows that he has to say it. Just like last time.
I love you.
Her throat's sore and she swallows heavily, realizing that worst/best case scenario has come true.
I have to go.
She presses swollen lips to his and he doesn't want to let hers go because there's no telling how long it'll be until he sees her again.
Did you hear me? I love you.
She shakes her head a little too quickly, reaches for the door handle.
Laters, Potter.
The door closes and he falls back onto the bed, wondering how many times he'll have to say it before she'll say it back.
.end.