The Deepest Goodbye
His mouth tasted of whiskey, flavored with a hot and sweet tang. His scent completely invaded her mind, her sight, and her mouth as he devoured her in pleasure. She shuddered, collapsing underneath him as he continued to please her in the most intimate and sensual ways possible. Her heart craved for him, as the deep essential part of her soul spoke of dreams and fantasies as she whispered his name.
"You're so beautiful." He smiled.
She moaned in pleasure and exasperation. He grasped her hand, fingers entwined, as they descended upon the Earth together. With heated flesh mounted over the tussled sheets, after a long struggle of impatience, he began to thrust forward, and pain dissolved into a thousand pieces of shards of a single, powerful sensation she embraced almost inadvertently. She felt an inexplicable emotion, and a wave of gratitude struck her as she melted into delight like wax that softened from a candle's flame.
"I love you." She sighed softly.
"I love you too…Hermione."
Her heart shattered when he whispered the other girl's name. Her eyes stung with tears as she hastily pushed away the sheets, sitting up instantly.
"You just said…" her throat was parched.
"Lily-" he began.
"No, don't." Lily's voice shook with anger.
She tossed the pillows aside and reached for her clothes from the discarded pile on the velvety blue carpet. Her dark red hair tangled into a wild mess. She slipped into the yellow frock she wore earlier during the evening.
"I'm sorry, Lily. Her name just slipped out. I really didn't mean to hurt you." The boy looked up at her desperately.
"I just can't do this anymore, James. You still lover her."
"She doesn't mean anything to me, anymore." James muttered.
Lily stared into his eyes, her bright green irises burning with fire and ripe anger. "Don't you dare lie to me, Potter!"
"I deeply care about you. Don't deny it, Evans."
"But not enough for me. Not as much as her. You love me but you love her. And you love her a lot more."
"Don't go." He cried out frantically.
"Tonight was very special to me James. In fact, I'd say tonight was the best night of my life. But it will never become real enough for the both of us."
She tasted something wet and salty on her lips. Lily looked at the mirror placed over the dark, wooden door, watching her tears flow gently down her cheeks. Her face was a bright pink, the back of he neck drenched with sweat. Her lips were full and smothered, but dry. There was no trace of sleep in her eyes.
"Don't go." He repeated, standing up immediately.
"I have to go." She rasped in a choked whisper before heading out past the door that sealed her exit from the room. Lily was there no more, as James was left in the shrouded darkness of the uncanny silence…
"Hermione…" He murmured in the shadow.