Her lips quivered as his brushed against them, stopping just beneath her mouth. They rested patiently in the small indent of her chin, while she seemed to pause and think. When he felt her lashes tickle invisible lines down his forehead, he brought his lips back up and made firmer contact. His hands clung loosely to the curve of her waist, and his thumbs grazed the edges of her stomach, just under the ends of the light fabric.
He began to push her shirt upward, but he hadn't made more than a wrinkle before her hands took hold of his. Without opening her eyes, she threaded her slender fingers in-between his, bringing them away from her naval. Her shirt didn't fall back into place, and left a sliver of skin revealed. His concentration left their kisses, which were becoming quicker and less precise, as he twisted his wrists in attempt to manipulate her grip. She was delicately refusing his request for control when their noses bumped, and she pulled away, an orangey-pink dappling her cheeks, which strangely matched the colour that was returning to his lips.
She didn't like the dirty feeling that was smudged across her mouth. She forced her breathing to return to normal, even though her heartbeat hadn't, and moved her hand to her face to wipe it. It was then that she noticed their fingers were still laced together.
"Allow me," he said quietly, leading the back of her hand to rub her mouth, and then to his own mouth to kiss the same spot softly.
"I'm sorry if you did not want this," he told her carefully, releasing her hands.
He brushed past her, leaving her staring at the front door, listening to his footsteps as he ascended the staircase. The silver handle beckoned her.
He reached his room and turned to close the door, but she was there in the corridor and in an instant had one foot between the door and the wall. She looked at him anxiously.
"I just didn't expect this."
"Obviously," he replied, opening the door fully and taking a step towards her. She kissed him on the lips, parting her mouth as he kissed back and maneuvered her slowly into the room. She pulled away for a moment, and his hands reached for the exposed skin just below her shirt. Her hands immediately went for his wrists, and he paused to look at her.
"Why must you ruin this?" she asked.
"In all honesty, if there's a different reason you followed me up here, just tell me and I'll stop," he said calmly. She didn't know why she was up here. Her arms fell to her sides, and she made no response; only bit her lip and stared down at his still fingertips.
He started to lift her shirt again, and this time she didn't resist. Even after her shirt hit the floor with an odd flat sound, she didn't move. He took off his own shirt and dropped it by his bare feet. Then he undid her jeans and crouched down as he pulled them to the floor. He saw her bra fall to the floor beside him and smiling slightly, he looked up at her. He stood up, curled his hands around her shoulders and placed two kisses along her collarbone. He moved his fingers to pinch the underwear at her hips and he slid with them to the floor again. They stared at each other intently as he stood again, and he waited to see if she wanted to continue.
After a few moments she removed his trousers and boxers, and then stepped out of her shoes, freeing her ankles and feet. They began to kiss again, and he closed the space between them, feeling her brush up against him and then press down fully as he toppled backwards onto the bed.
He rolled over on top of her and her hands squeezed his shoulder blades before sinking into his hair. They lay fumbling, trying to introduce every patch of untouched skin, and every prominent bone. Their kiss broke off as his lips slipped over the crevice of the corner of her mouth, smearing across her cheek to nuzzle beneath her jawbone. Her chin met the top of his shoulder and settled there. She gazed down the length of his arm and saw no mark. She bit down on her lip and tried to look away.
"Where is he?" he murmered, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop them. It was as if the words were falling from her lips.
oh no.
"Godric's Hollow -" she said into his ear, before her breath caught as he licked her lobe. She moaned loudly as he penetrated, and was drawn back to his mouth.
"He's in Godric's Hollow," she breathed against his lips. A hum of recognition sounded from the back of his throat, and his lips came crashing down onto hers again.
A/N: Confused? Good. You're supposed to be. I've planned this one carefully. The only difficult part I have to get through is the second chapter - from there on it should be smooth sailing. Oh, pay close attention to the dates because there will be parts that do not go in chronological order. I'll update ASAP – reviews would be lovely.