A slim, pale hand extended shakily, catching the moonlight amongst the
darkness of the room. Sliding across the silk of the sheet, skimming across
the pillow and finding itself buried in sleep-mussed hair, it found its
target, and slid down the other body, sensing where it was touching. A
shoulder. The other body in the bed reached out as well, automatically-
clasped this hand carefully, and snuggled in closer against the person,
after muttering unintelligibly. The tremor in a torso was the only warning
sign, before the boy realised his lover's cheeks were warm and wet from
silent tears.
He didn't say anything. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. He didn't do anything, for a full minute. Then, a simple caress down the tear-streaked cheek ended with the hand cupped around the back of the boy's neck, pulling him in closer for the comfort of a sleepy midnight kiss. The other curled up against his body, moulding them together, and their legs were intertwined instinctively as the kiss deepened, then eased off. Their skin caught the shine in the bright moonlight escaping from the heavy blinds of the room and folds of the curtains around the large four-poster bed, arms lazily stroking the other's back and arms- both seeking and receiving comfort at the same time.
The clock ticked steadily, and soon enough the couple were asleep again in the streaks of moonlight- in each other's arms.
~*~
Draco woke up, put a hand to his head, and felt the usual smoothness of his hair sticking up in abstract patterns coinciding with the creases in his pillow. As he stretched his legs under the covers, he hit Harry accidentally, and muttered his apology. He snuggled back down into Harry, leaning his temple against the smooth chest of his boyfriend- listening to the steady beat of Harry's heart.
"You cried again in your sleep last night."
Draco jumped. He hadn't realised Harry was awake.
"Did I?"
Harry mussed up his hair a little more, much to Draco's chagrin, and leant up and kissed the other boy's hand, which was ensnared by his own.
"Don't worry about it."
Draco relaxed, and Harry encircled him with his arms, pulling Draco on top of him without much trouble. Draco automatically buried his head in the junction between Harry's throat and shoulder, and showered the soft skin there with gentle, feather-light kisses, making Harry sigh in pleasure. He continued the trail of feathery kisses up his throat, across the alabaster cheek of his boyfriend until he reached Harry's mouth, and kissed him- suddenly and deeply. He moaned as Harry began to kiss back with the same fervour, before breaking it off to look into the emerald eyes of his lover. Eyes twinkling, Harry looked up at Draco and pecked a kiss on the very tip of the pointed nose above him.
"Come on. I want to cook you breakfast."
Draco nodded and carefully rolled off him, then stood up and pulled on a set of robes over his boxers, then reached out to Harry to pull him up off the bed. After Harry had found his own robes, he kissed him again, and slid his arms around the toned, tanned shoulders and gave him another passionate kiss, before taking his hand in his and leading him out into the kitchen.
~*~
He didn't say anything. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. He didn't do anything, for a full minute. Then, a simple caress down the tear-streaked cheek ended with the hand cupped around the back of the boy's neck, pulling him in closer for the comfort of a sleepy midnight kiss. The other curled up against his body, moulding them together, and their legs were intertwined instinctively as the kiss deepened, then eased off. Their skin caught the shine in the bright moonlight escaping from the heavy blinds of the room and folds of the curtains around the large four-poster bed, arms lazily stroking the other's back and arms- both seeking and receiving comfort at the same time.
The clock ticked steadily, and soon enough the couple were asleep again in the streaks of moonlight- in each other's arms.
~*~
Draco woke up, put a hand to his head, and felt the usual smoothness of his hair sticking up in abstract patterns coinciding with the creases in his pillow. As he stretched his legs under the covers, he hit Harry accidentally, and muttered his apology. He snuggled back down into Harry, leaning his temple against the smooth chest of his boyfriend- listening to the steady beat of Harry's heart.
"You cried again in your sleep last night."
Draco jumped. He hadn't realised Harry was awake.
"Did I?"
Harry mussed up his hair a little more, much to Draco's chagrin, and leant up and kissed the other boy's hand, which was ensnared by his own.
"Don't worry about it."
Draco relaxed, and Harry encircled him with his arms, pulling Draco on top of him without much trouble. Draco automatically buried his head in the junction between Harry's throat and shoulder, and showered the soft skin there with gentle, feather-light kisses, making Harry sigh in pleasure. He continued the trail of feathery kisses up his throat, across the alabaster cheek of his boyfriend until he reached Harry's mouth, and kissed him- suddenly and deeply. He moaned as Harry began to kiss back with the same fervour, before breaking it off to look into the emerald eyes of his lover. Eyes twinkling, Harry looked up at Draco and pecked a kiss on the very tip of the pointed nose above him.
"Come on. I want to cook you breakfast."
Draco nodded and carefully rolled off him, then stood up and pulled on a set of robes over his boxers, then reached out to Harry to pull him up off the bed. After Harry had found his own robes, he kissed him again, and slid his arms around the toned, tanned shoulders and gave him another passionate kiss, before taking his hand in his and leading him out into the kitchen.
~*~