-Everyday-

by miMEchan

The fingers, pale and nervous, traveled lethargically over the nude toned skin. By the looks of it, he was nervous and quite unsure of the situation.

He knew it was going fast. But they knew that they both needed and wanted this.

Quite slowly, he tangled his long fingers into the musky dark chocolate hair, fascinated by how soft it was. He flinches so slightly when the cold fingers of the person before him curl onto his flushed cheek.

The acidic green eyes, glazed over with a feeling that he couldn't quite place, bore into him, almost tearing holes. The darkened toned fingers, roughened unlike his soft untouched ones, moved slowly across his face, finding their way upon his lips.

They brushed over the pink pale skin, wanting to feel every part. They brushed away the thin blond strings of hair; not wanting them to cover the face that he thought was so beautiful.

And then it happened.

Hesitant, the one with blond hair leaned forward, his movements jerky and somewhat confused. He bit his lips fluidly, and waited for the okay.

He inhaled quickly when the brunet leaned forward also and when the lanky arms wrapped around his slim waist, the movements slightly hesitant.

They pushed him, hard and quick. Gulping, he tried to ignore the way the brunet's tongue went across his lips.

Are you sure?

The words blurted out the blond's lips quickly. He did not want to get hurt. The people he cared about always had a habit to die off or get pushed in Azkaban.

The blond winced when he saw the other slightly withdraw from the touch.

Do I really need to say it?

That is when he truly smiled.

Of course… I need to hear it.

The brunet smiled back, relishing the way his lover smiled, so beautiful. He pushed his lover back towards him with his arms, capturing the nervous lips with his own.

It was slow at first. Not too slow but not too quick. He smiled into the kiss when the blond began to kiss back.

It honestly felt so good, the touch between two people.

Everyday.

Without losing the contact, the blond quickly asked what the meant.

I love you, Draco. And I always will. At every second. Every single day.

The kiss became more passionate. And Draco did not need to say anything back. Because Harry already knew the answer and he only indulged in the feeling of being loved.