One more night.
Maybe.
It's always like this, the uncertainty, the hesitation.
The end should be a good one.
He apparates into her flat and for some reason tonight, try as he might, he's unable to speak. So he does the best that he can; He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek.
And there she goes again, rolling her eyes and tossing her hair, sighing, "What are you doing here, Evan?" Looks pointedly at her books. Ever the Ravenclaw, he thinks to himself... studying for exams that they both know aren't going to happen, not as long as they are in this bedroom during a war, and he laughs because it's so funny and because it's so sad. "Do I need a reason to drop in?"
Yes, she says tartly.
You're a Slytherin.
You always need a reason.
The bed is unmade, like everything is, and he tells himself he doesn't care, but they both know that isn't true. This dark little heaven at the top of the stairs is all he has. There's your reason, he thinks to himself.
"Go on then," she says sarcastically as he knocks her books of the bed and forces her up onto all fours. "Take me like that, ruin it all."
He watches her crawl to the edge of the bed to pick up her books, and he likes the little frown she makes because he's crushed the edge of one of her precious paper nothings. Ruined, she complains again. It's been her favourite word recently.
She comes apart under his fingertips like she always does. He pulls her off the bed and fucks her by the mirror so that she can see, but he doesn't like how pretty she is, all dolled up like she was supposed to go somewhere without him, so he drags her away.
He likes when she cries, the way she sobs out his name as he brings her to the brink and back. Then he builds it again until she gets fed up and pushes against him, her lovely face crumpling as she comes, illuminated by the light in the hall.
What he doesn't like is when she really cries, because he feels it deep in his chest, and he doesn't like the ache, doesn't like the reminder that there is something there. He drops to his knees, fighting against all that he is, and says "Please my love, please, I'll kill who you hate."
I hate you, Evan. I love you, Evan.
"Take off that dress," he spits angrily, "You won't freeze."
He starts with her back cause that's what he sees, and he likes the way her little girl's dress falls past her shoulders and reveals the woman underneath. Even when she's breaking his heart, she still fucks like a tease.
She bucks under him, begging for release, a bird breaking away to the sky - as though he'd let her go just because she looks him straight in the eye, just because she tells him that now she wishes he would die.
She doesn't mean it, but she doesn't know that she'll never touch him again, that she has to get what she can because in a few hours it'll be too late. One more night, that's all they can spend. He doesn't know it either, but he feels it.
And later as he's running toward the light, he thinks to himself, that was a good one.
If only they'd had one more night.
And one more after that.
Based on the song "One More Night" by the Stars.
