53
Summary: Mindless fluff. Draco made a promise he intends to keep. Oneshot. DG.
I disclaim.
A/N: I should be murdered for this. Review. Flame. Whatever. It's pretty bad. Basically, it was stuck in my head and wouldn't go away.
A beautiful girl with fire red hair laid sprawled out on a bed of white satin. A short emerald slip barely covered her curves. Her eyes, closed gently, opened as a chaste kiss was placed on the sensitive spot of her neck. Suddenly, she heard a familiar, soft voice whisper one word. She closed her eyes at the voice.
"One."
Soon, another kiss of the same nature, was placed somewhere near her cheekbone.
"Two."
By the time she had felt 5 kisses, she had fallen into a soft sleep. She did not know it, but kisses were still being placed all over her body.
When she awoke, it was to a tickling feeling she felt on one fingertip. Giggling slightly in her drowsiness and haze, she heard one whispered word.
"Fifty."
She felt three more kisses and heard three more whispers before she was said anything.
"Cold."
"You're cold, love? Do you want a blanket, flannel pants? Anything?"
Reaching out blindly in front of her, she felt soft warm flesh in front of her. Recognizing it as the bare torso of a man, she wrapped her arms around him, snuggling to keep herself warm.
"Warmer." She smiled. It was enough to make him melt and give her anything she wanted.
He leaned in, gently touching the tip of his tongue to her earlobe.
She giggled and exclaimed, "Wet!"
"Oh, really? Is wet bad?" He was playing games with her now.
She didn't answer, instead nestling herself further in his chest.
A warm droplet of water fell onto her forehead from somewhere above.
"Raining?"
He noticed another drop falling onto her nose. Touching his cheek gently, he realized he was crying.
"Not raining, love."
"Crying?" Even half asleep, she sounded concerned.
"It's okay."
A warm finger brushed the tear away from his cheek gently. She followed her finger with a lazy kiss, placed right where she'd wiped the tear from.
"What's wrong?"
"You're beautiful."
'That won't get you out of telling me, you know."
He smirked at her. "Feeling more awake now?"
"You were crying. Of course I am. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. That's just it. Everything is perfect. You are perfect. This is perfect. We are—"
"You're perfect."
"I'm not."
"You are. So, Mr. Malfoy, kiss me."
"The lady gets what the lady wants."
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"What was the counting before?"
He smiled at her. A real, genuine smile. And then he leaned down over her, kissed he bottom lip softly and whispered, "My wife has 53 freckles. Forever ago, I promised myself I'd count them the day we got married."
She laughed. "53?"
He looked serious, but only for a moment. Then he smiled and confidently said, "53."