Showtime, Reynold's Pamphlet: torrid
Amber's Attic: DaphnePansy
Hamilton Mania, having an affair: chocolate, lipstick
Medium piñata
339 words
"Do you ever think of how scandalous this is?" Pansy murmurs, her finger threading slowly through Daphne's dark curls. "Because I do."
Daphne snorts. She leans up, kissing Pansy gently before laying back down. The kiss has smeared her lipstick and left a rosy streak around the corners of her mouth. "Oh, yes. The scandal!" she giggles. "Daphne Zabini, wife of renowned potioneer Blaise Zabini, has torrid affair with her childhood sweetheart."
"Torrid?" Pansy chuckles.
"Torrid," Daphne confirms, wrapping her arms around Pansy and pulling her closer and trailing soft kisses along her neck. "Steamy. Wild."
"I'm in love with a dictionary," Pansy says, shaking her head and pulling herself away from her lover.
"Thesaurus," Daphne corrects with a smirk.
With a roll of her eyes, Pansy sits up again and grabs her wand from the bedside table. She waves of and mutters, "Accio chocolate." The chocolate soars across the room, landing before them.
"You know you just used the l word, right?" Daphne asks, grabbing a chocolate from the small pile and popping it into her mouth with a satisfied moan.
"Which one?"
"Love."
Pansy swallows dryly. For so long, she and Daphne have danced around the word. It is too powerful and holds too much impact. She's reasonably sure both feel it, but neither would dare to say it because of what it could mean for them.
"I did?"
She almost expects Daphne to leave right then and there. They have been so careful with their words, so careful not to fall completely. And yet…
Instead, Daphne pulls her closer, holding her tightly. It's so easy to relax into that familiar touch, and Pansy finds herself melting.
"I'm sorry," Pansy whispers. "I didn't mean to love you."
Before Pansy can say more, Daphne cuts her off with a kiss. They have kissed a thousand times before, but never like this. When their lips meet, there is no doubt in her mind that they are meant for one another.
"I love you too."
And it is enough.
