Candy-Striped
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He was getting the strongest urge to lick her lips.
The candy cane was leaving them all red and shiny, and there were tiny shards of peppermint clinging on.
She took the candy out of her mouth and looked up from her book.
They really were quite inviting, all sticky, and probably sweet.
"Malfoy," she interrupted his musings on her mouth, "The chapter is not going to read itself, and I highly doubt that you can read and stare at the same time."
When she talked, he could see her tongue, pink and candy-striped. Her mouth was looking extremely edible at the moment.
"Granger," he asked suddenly, "Can I have some of your candy cane?"
She looked surprised, but still obliged, breaking off part of the hooked end. She handed it to him.
He popped it in his mouth, and let the sugary mint flavor wash over his tongue. Unfortunately, instead of satiating his candy-lust, he just wanted more.
Her lips moved as she read silently to herself, and the sight of them was getting to be too much to bear.
He had to take action.
Slowly, and quietly, he rose from his chair, and went to stand by her shoulder.
She stopped reading as she felt his presence, and turned her head up to look at him. Her mouth was slightly open, and he could see her pink tongue manipulating a bit of the candy cane.
That was it.
She had tilted her head to the side a bit, looking a tad bemused.
Before she could do anything more, or say anything; he bent down and put his mouth on hers.
He was surprised, although pleased; that she didn't push him away.
He ran his tongue along her parted lips, feeling the stickiness and tasting the sweet.
When he touched upon the bit of candy inside of her mouth, he felt her stir, and move a bit away.
He took his face away from hers, and put on an apologetic expression. He knew when he wasn't wanted.
He had turned to leave, and even got a few steps before he felt a warm hand on his wrist.
When he turned around, he saw her, looking at him with a tiny smile.
She pulled herself closer to him, until there was practically no space in between.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, hoping that she would let him.
Instead of pushing him away, she ran her hands up his arms, fingertips dancing; raising goose bumps wherever they touched.
She raised herself up on her tiptoes, unable to reach him otherwise. He helped her, pressing her body up and in.
She licked her lips, and gave him the sweetest kiss he could ever imagine.
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Happy Holidays!