Title: Farewell
Rating: M
Parts: 1 of 3
Pairing: BillXCharlie
Warnings: WeasleyCest, Slash
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. belongs to the author, Joanne Rowling – aka JK Rowling
You stand in the middle of your room, warm arms wrapped around your neck from behind. Those limbs hugging you are so familiar, but instead of smiling, you can only cry. You know this time of affection will be your last.
You want everything to go back to the way it used to be. When there was youth and naiveté. When there was no one more precious to him than you. When there was nothing forbidden in your childish world.
Your body is losing gravity from your grief. The man behind you walks backwards, leading you along for a trip to the nearby bed. You wish it was the first step to more touches, but it might only be a spot to help you sit before your body finally decides to take a plunge.
You are now on your side, the man moving to where he can see your despaired face. He closes his eyes for a moment while bringing you into his chest. He is staying silent, hands gripping the back of your robes tightly.
You use this moment to imagine his hands sliding downwards, soft lips grazing your forehead, your cheek, and then resting against your own lips. You smile at the memory despite the liquid dripping from your eyes to the bed sheets. You eventually lay at the crook of his neck, breathing in his clean, desert scent.
You hate the woman he continues to speak of so fondly. The man you love is trying to explain why he has fallen for another being, and it hurts.
So in desperation for more silence, you press your lips to his like in memory and imagination. He does not respond, causing you sad frustration. You decide to push harder in demand and soon he is pushing back.
Deep inside, you know he does this with full intention of it never happening again. He gives you this final kiss in compassion and you seize it.
You embrace the moment.
Your brother lifts his hands and cuddles your face in-between them. He pulls you away from him and gently smiles, his blue eyes glittering with love.
Yet, you can see it has dimmed from what it used to be. The knowledge brings more tears.
He pulls you back into the unfinished kiss. You open your mouth slightly to acquire all you can of this last chance. Your heart is breaking in two all the while. The one you believed would be yours forever is going to another and will never be coming back.
When the kiss ends with finality, you begin to sob, tears slipping and hiccups interrupting loud whimpers.
The sight triggers your brother, his eyes slowly filling with tears. He pulls you back into a heartbreaking cuddle, whispering apologies over and over and you just want him to stop.
It is not his fault. You had been children when it began, a year before he began Hogwarts. They knew nothing of love, and in turn, did not know any difference between family love and spouse love.
Time passes.
You wake up to a morning sun, sunlight peeking through the dark blue curtains. The bare chest you lay on is moving up and down with each taken breath. You look up and smile at your brother's sleeping face.
His long hair is unbound, leaving a blanket of dark-red tresses. You remember all the times your mother has demanded him for a haircut and yourself telling him to keep it the way it is. That second, you smile smugly. Your simple words were stronger than the fear your mother evoked.
You glance at his earring. You remember when you bought it for him. He had been thankful for your gift, as he knew you loved his pierced ear, unlike your disapproving parents.
After a few minutes, your brother stirs. When you stare into his glazed eyes, you remember yesterday night after the cuddling. And you treasure it, knowing it was the last time.
You had your robes stripped from your figure. They were thrown across the room and were soon covered by your brother's robes. His strong hands turned you onto your back and began caressing your skin, each stroke followed by a kiss. You moaned, gathering cloth into your hands while begging for more.
Awhile elapsed before your legs were lifted onto your brother's broad shoulders. You felt his fingers stretch inside and winced when your brother slid in without hesitation. You remember laying your arm on your forehead, eyes closed in pleasure and mouth open in silent screams.
You can still hear his pleasured grunts and your whispered name. Charlie…
You finally release with him, calling out his name in not only happiness, but also sorrow. William…!
The last thought brings a smile to your lips; only you can call him by his given name. You know that even the woman calls him Bill.
Your brother's eyes are now in focus, and they show no regret. You are relieved because you never want the one you love to feel something like that.
The bed is warm and your brother is still inside you. You want him there for a bit longer, so you bury your face into his chest once more, your own red hair brushing against his tanned skin. The tranquility surrounding you and him is everlasting, even as your brother slides out of your heat and takes you by the hand, leading you to the shower.
One last time, your brother washes your hair and skin with his tender touch before tending to himself.
One last time, you look at his naked figure from top to bottom and bottom to top.
One last time, your brother dries you with the soft blue towel and himself with the fluffy dark green towel.
And one last time, he kisses you on your left cheek, and then your right cheek.
When he leaves, it is with a somber smile.
Goodbye, Charlie.
When you close the door, you collapse against it, instant tears plummeting into the carpet. You shudder and wrap your arms around yourself, imagining it to be him.
Farewell… William.