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