something moves beneath her skin
as she presses her lips to his
hands knotted in his hair
too much tongue and giggling against his lips
[she is beautiful]
..
pale yellow dresses spinning around her knees
gripping his front to pull him towards her
"demanding, aren't you, love?"
he teases against her mouth, complying
her fingers move to trace marks left from dragons
from a far off place
[stealing moments has never felt so good]
..
she laughs as he moves to kiss her neck,
long hair brushing against her collar
"no marks, remember?"
"i can't just tell people the gnomes bit me there, they're too short,"
he forgets how young she is
[he has never wanted her more than this]
..
but as all good things do
it comes to an end
marked by a patronus and a panic
and it's so confusing
that no one bothers to ask
why her lips are so swollen
or why his tie is undone
prompts
want [number forty] from the otp boot camp
yellow [number forty four] from the poetry boot camp
