76. Kiss
Harry was lost in thought from the alarming dream he had just awoken from. To think that dreams could hold such power. Even Teleute's presence could not waver his thoughts and eyes from his palm.
The needle's direction held an ominous command. His veins were hot with a foreign power that compelled him to follow. What did the needle point to? Was it a pathfinder to Tom's hideout? Did it know the whereabouts of his followers? It was maddening to not know what destiny the compass would lead him to. Morpheus spoke of his part of a grander story, but who was to say that it wouldn't be a tragedy.
He balled his hand into a tight fist and glared at nothing.
His focus was broken when a gentle hand lifted his chin. He could now see the concern shining in Teleute's eyes, "What's wrong Harry? Something tells me a little chair stumble isn't what has you concerned."
Harry opened his hand without further explanation and presented it to her. The only change in her expression was the marginal widening of her eyes before her expression cooled considerably. She traced every inch of his palm, no doubt studying it.
She appeared to take a calming breath, but he could read her alarm. Her thoughts raced so rapidly through his mind that he could scarcely filter through them. It all came to a calming stop as she collected herself.
Now he felt her mind coaxing at his and he allowed her in as he had always done. There is a slight frown on her lips now and she even bit her lips, "This is too far. My brother's direct attention isn't necessary. I will have words with him. You do have a choice."
There was a relief to be had in knowing another stood by your side. Never did it take too much for Teleute to convince him of the idea of the absolute certainty and trustworthiness of another. For all that he lacked in life, he at least knew of the touch of love.
He took another look at his palm and wondered. Tom Riddle was out there and now he was given a means to find or at least aggravate him. It wasn't something he could dismiss so easily. "Do you know where the needle points to?"
"I see," she said after a pause, "It appears to point towards Tom Riddle's Hocruxes. You are going then." Her fingers intertwined between his, fully covering the compass. Beneath the affection was undeniable disappointment.
Harry didn't know how to respond to her reaction. Putting an end to Tom was just so appealing. The confrontation was years in the making and he was reluctant to let it go. The thought of him still being out there bothered him yet this Teleute and he didn't want to cause her any grieve.
It came as a surprise when Teleute came to his side and pulled him in. Her kiss was cool to the touch. A touch that grew hotter as the passion behind it continued to build. Their lips caressed the others as all thoughts of Tom, Morpheus, and prophecies fell to the wayside.
Excitement sped his beating heart and he felt like a child again, utterly mesmerized by his precious Pale Lady. His euphoria grew higher and higher and higher still. It was an addiction. And then it was over.
"Don't let me stop you. If this is your choice alone, then all I can do is respect it," she said through his own pleasurable daze.
Harry reached out to her and guided her back towards him and pulled her atop of his lap. The weight was a welcomed pressure that rooted him to the here and now. His arms held her in a hug around the waist with their hands tangled together.
He peppered little kisses over her bare skin and the laugh that rang from her throat were a pleasing chorus to his ears. A chorus that informed him that he could get to his adventure another day.
