I know, it's been forever. I have multiple excuses and too many reasons but I'm hoping a major, major apology will do it.
I like to think this is in Hermione's POV but it's open to interpretation, I'd love to hear you opinion.
"Wonder if you'll understand
It's just the touch of your hand behind a closed door"
Only You - Joshua Rabin
Your lips trail wildfire along my neck. The muted light of the candle casts eerie shadows across the length of the room. My eyes drift shut of their own accord and one million candles dance intricately brightening my inner darkness. Your fingertips graze my face so softly I question how real you are. And my sanity.
"Look at me." You command your aristocratic voice seeming musical as it floats to my patient ears.
My eyes obey. You seem to shine with a light of your own and as the candlelight spills distorted halos around the crown of your head I'm more convinced than ever that you're a figment of my imagination. Your lips leave my skin and a gasp escapes me as the cold air rushes in to fill the lonely space. It seems to burn more than your lips ever could.
My eyes are still locked on your glossy, dilated, lust filled orbs. I could drown in their depths, not from love or affection but from the horrors I relive as I gaze into them. Threatening to pull me deeper and deeper into this uncontrollable candlelit spiral I've fallen into. Your lips hover over mine; bee stung and beautiful. Rising and fallen in time with that of your non existent heart. Our breaths mix and meander upwards until I can't tell where one begins and the other ends.
I shiver, from the cold I silently swear, as you ghost your lips over mine. My heart seems determined to beat out of my chest cavity and into yours as your icy lips steal my breath. Like you stole every damn thing. And suddenly that one candle multiplies and it's all I can see and the world is barren and empty. It's nothing and it's everything and all I can feel is your itchy sweater beneath my palm.
"Forever." You breathe as I slowly return to earth and the candles take their last flickering pivot before plunging me head first into my stark, dim reality once more. And between moulding my lips to yours and the slim strap of my t-shirt sliding gently down the crevices of my back, before one million candles light my way once more, blinding me; to all morals and ethics and every other law which forbid me to indulge in this selfish act.
Which blind me repeatedly, I murmur "Tonight."
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DaĆrire X
