Light, endless rays of sunshine blast through the window, shining through its clear glass. Weaving their way through the curtains, the ever so softly waving snakes, they dance across the room. They are hitting me in the face, caressing my skin, warming me gently.
Over and over again, I find myself falling asleep, it tickling me, the bed an ocean, rocking me back to sleep. The blanket kisses my waist, leaving me bare, exposed. Chills run down the length of my back, as lips glide over the sensitivity of my skin.
Warmth spreads over me, drowning me in comfort. I shift in my position, moving slowly as a tired sigh drops from my tongue.
"Morning." His voice, tired and raw, wakens my senses, calling me alive. Fingertips dance on me, play on unclaimed ground. Like a tired child, his fingers are slow, careful as they run around.
My head is spinning, my emotions running wild. Drunken by the tingling feeling, the intoxicating poison of lust, I move my head, trying hard to find his gaze. His eyes watch me carefully. A smile is playing on his lips.
"Good morning." I mumble into my hair, watching his every move. The smile on his lips reaches his eyes, pearly whites glistening.
No words are spoken, as he moves me towards him, guiding his own body over mine. Lifted over me, he looks down, lowering himself just enough to have me going crazy, have me yearning for his touch.
"Last night," his head lowers to place soft kisses along my neck, leaving gentle bites, the smile never leaving his face. "was amazing." His words are but a whisper against my lips.
Intensely, I gaze into the brown of his eyes. I open my mouth to say something, to let him know that I feel the same way. But I can't. Too embarrassed, I avoid his gaze, the passion in his eyes. Last night's events replay in my mind, like a broken video tape I recall the messy kisses and rough touches, passion awakening inside me.
"Really?" Finally, I am able to clear my mind, return to myself. Smiling, I look straight back at him. "I don't recall."
His smirk only widens as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, slowly drawing his naked chest closer. "Let me remind you." He whispers softly, gripping my thighs hard to pull my leg around his waist.
Our lips join in a heated kiss, my tongue whispering incoherent words as we are connected. I gasp, a small high pitch whimper, while my back arches in delight, the man of last night's adventures moving steadily, moving with certainty.
"You remember now?" Deafened by the blood rushing through my ears, I barely hear him, barely recognize the simple words lingering in the air.
Still feeling playful, I giggle. "Everything's blank, I fear."
Quickly, he pushes in hard, leaving me breathless, making me gasp. "And now?" He whispers in my ear, knowing that he's hit a special spot.
"Barely." I manage to answer, my hands trembling, aching with how much force I use to clench them.
The sound of his skin slapping against mine fills the room, covers every inch of ground. The world around me vanishes, every object turning invisible by the blood pumping fast through my veins. My eyes roll to the back of my head. My hands move frequently; around his firm shoulders, scratching the soft surface. They move over the white covers of our bed to grasp the sheets between my fingers.
"I think you do remember." He laughs slowly, moving faster, heavier, closer to his release. Overwhelmed by my senses, I shake my head, fearing the worst if I were to open my mouth.
We move again. His arms grasp my waist, spinning our bodies to position me on top. My hands find his chest, swollen muscles contracting under my fingers as I slowly meet his rhythm, the strong thrusts of his hips. As we near closer to our ends, we pick up speed. Loving gestures are long forgotten. Fuck being careful. Fuck him. Fuck me. The brown of his eyes turn darker, more sinister as he finds himself picking up his pace. The slapping grows louder. My lips, which had been concealed, widen in heavy gasps.
"Fuck." His growl is deep, echoing across the room, lighting me on fire. We spin again, his body hovering over me. Everything is a blur, a blob of colours in front of my visual organ.
Burning sensation ignites within me, sparks a fire I can't control. Stars dance, rockets explode, lights turn off.
His heavy body falls forward, collapsing on top of me. We breathe heavily, trying hard to catch our breath. I swallow hard, regaining my consciousness, the ability to form coherent sentences.
I laugh, a sweet but inappropriate tune playing around the room. My body shakes beneath him, guiding us side to side. "Oh," I pretend. "That."
He joins in.
We get dressed in silence, enjoying the post coital serenity, the thick air in the room.
"Care to give me a hand?" I step into my dress, turning to reveal the zipper. I hear his footsteps before I feel his hands dance across my skin again, before his fingertips linger to grasp the last of our moment.
"Slow down." He wraps himself around me, his arms encircling my waist, capturing me in a strong embrace. "We have all the time in the world."
I spin in his arms, pulling him down to meet my lips. It's a chaste, bitter-sweet kiss, innocent in its purest form. "I wish that was true."
"What do you mean?"
My arms unwind from around his neck. Stepping back, I pull up my hand to his lips, fingers ready to spread magic. "Obliviate." I whisper softly, spinning on my heels to apparate from his home.