Title: Take My Breath Away
Word Count: 437
Rating: G
Pairings (if any): Megan/Loic
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): N/A
Summary: They weren't hanging out in Hogsmeade this time, but Megan sure wasn't going to complain. At all.
Author's Note: Follows "mouse" because reasons. *wink*
The brunette couldn't keep from fidgeting, even though she knew it was ridiculous to be nervous. But she had become a bundle of nerves after receiving an invitation from Loic for dinner at a rather pricey restaurant in Wizarding Britain. (He wasn't going to let her pay her half of the bill.) It was a sudden change from their normal—casual—dates. She wasn't sure how to take it.
When he met her at Hogsmeade, however, it was incredibly difficult to focus on anything other than his appearance. The man always looked fantastic, but tonight it seemed he had taken the time to look his best. It made her infinitely glad that she had caved and asked Ebony for advice—even if she had to Floo the details as soon as the night ended.
"Hi," she breathed, unable to form her thoughts into words. This made him smile, further stealing her ability to breathe.
In a manner very similar to his brother, the raven-haired man parroted in amusement, "Hi." His eyes took in her robes—"attractively shy," Ebony had said—as he complimented in complete sincerity, "You look lovely, Megan."
"Th-thanks." Forcing the anxiety down, she straightened her spine and replied, "You look even more handsome than usual." He rewarded her praise with a boyish grin that caused her heart to skip a beat.
He gestured to take her arm in his for Apparition, but paused with a, "Oh, right. Before we go, I have something to give you."
"Oh?" Eyebrows climbing her forehead, Megan ventured, "Is it an incredibly early Christmas present?"
His snort made her giggle. "No," he admitted, "although it might have a bit of the Christmas spirit."
Expecting Loic to pull out a small package or a roll of parchment, it took her completely by surprise when he moved to cup the sides of her face, emerald gaze sparking with mischief. She could only manage a small gasp before he leaned down to gift her with a gentle kiss. All of the air remaining in her lungs seemed to Banish itself to Oblivion, weakening her knees as she clutched his robes for support. She found herself leaning into him when he pulled away, much to his smug amusement.
"Now," he continued on as if he hadn't just rendered her speechless, "I think it's about time we had a proper date. Any objections?" He knew she had none, even if she could piece together her thoughts. "Shall we, then?"
The first thing she managed to think to herself was a reluctant, Ebony's going to have a field day when I tell her about this.
Prompt: Oblivion
-Dragon
