Ron Weasley
Watercolor
The clock is ticking rhythmically, over and over.
"Gets stuck in your head, doesn't it?" She leans up as she whispers in my ear, hair spilling over my shoulder. She's close enough that I can smell her, spicy but sweet, and just inexplicably her.
"Yeah." I manage to get out, and she moves down, grinning against my jaw.
"You can't get it out, it's just stuck there. Tick, tock, tick tock." Her voice is teasing, seductive. I get the feeling she isn't talking about the clock anymore.
I turn around, look down at her. A wink, and she walks away.
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Watercolor
The clock is ticking rhythmically, over and over.
"Gets stuck in your head, doesn't it?" She leans up as she whispers in my ear, hair spilling over my shoulder. She's close enough that I can smell her, spicy but sweet, and just inexplicably her.
"Yeah." I manage to get out, and she moves down, grinning against my jaw.
"You can't get it out, it's just stuck there. Tick, tock, tick tock." Her voice is teasing, seductive. I get the feeling she isn't talking about the clock anymore.
I turn around, look down at her. A wink, and she walks away.
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Please R/R! You can reach the other ones by clicking on my name.