A/N: This little ditty is part of my response to selenehekate 's POV In A Week Challenge in the HPFC forum. This is part 3 of 7.
~Belladonna
Dulce Nocte~Deserta Nocte
I know it's wrong.
It's quite sick, but I just can't help myself.
I can't stop my eyes from looking.
I lick my lips.
I can almost taste it. The desire.
It's wrapped around the room like a quilt. Like silk. Gently caressing each body.
I see them.
The lips locking. Tongues battling for dominance. The roaming hands.
I shiver.
I realize that my breathing has changed.
Short. Pants. They steal my breath. Make me think such wicked things.
Wicked.
And delicious.
And forbidden.
And...sexy.
Good people shouldn't think such things.
But I'm not really good am I?
I grasp my wine glass like life-preserver. Pouring the contents down.
Praying that it will steady my hands. My body. Hide my arousal.
I know I should feel bad for the girl.
That's her husband and Lucius.
I should, but I don't.
I chuckle as a set down my glass.
Eyes laser in on me.
They don't expect it of me.
I shake my head.
They can't understand. Would never understand. Would never want to understand.
It's to strange. I can't stop watching.
White blonde tresses. Ivory skin elegantly framed in midnight black and sliver.
All wrapped around golden brown and honey.
They're making a scene. A spectacle of themselves. Not caring who sees.
Not the wife.
Not the nameless masses.
Not those who would judge them harshly.
Not a soul.
I wish I could be apart of it. That breaking free. Being true to myself. To my desires.
I want to fall into that honey and silver.
I want them to touch me. To stroke me. To pleasure me.
I take another drink.
They stop kissing, but keep touching. Like they're afraid to let the moment go.
I want.
I shake my head. Try to fight the urge.
I have someone at home.
I have a body with white blonde hair, who's warm, and lovely.
Even as I know I should be lucky to have what I do, I still want.
Grey eyes pierce me. Hooded in lust. Burning with contempt.
I look away.
Grey eyes pierce me. Hooded in lust. Burning with passion.
They leisurely map every inch of my body.
Full lips pull into a lazy smirk.
He knows. He sees me.
Sees what I want.
Sending a silent offer.
I accept.
If this were any other time. Any other place. Any other moment I could have said no.
But the lure of grey and white blonde, midnight black and silver pulls me. Seduces me.
I excuse myself from my party and head to far end of the bar.
"Riesling please."
I feel a warm body slither next to me.
"Firewhiskey. I'll pay for the wine as well."
So smooth. So cool. So sexy.
Like father, like son.
We both take our drinks.
The others can't see who I'm talking to.
I don't want them to see.
I'm not as brave as Remus.
We move into the shadows. He understands how these things go.
We sip.
We stare.
We sip.
We move closer.
We sip.
He slyly, stealthily runs a hands down my side.
I shiver. I melt. I burn.
"Bill."
"Draco."
"You want to come home with me?"
Oh yes.
The title translates to Lovely Night, Lonely Night.
