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Fallen
- for Kit, for Christmas -
That Christmas, between getting caught by Ginny, and you falling asleep in my arms, we made love for the first time.
Sure, we'd been 'fucking' for three-and-a-half months, but that night, we held each other so close and kissed each other so deeply, that it could only be classed as 'making love'.
You rested on your elbows, hovering above me, your thick hair like a damp curtain shadowing out the light of a hundred conjured candles flickering all over my green-and-grey room. There was a moan leaning in the base of your throat and you told me you loved me. I kissed you to shut you up and answered you with my tongue, heavy and thick, my heart buried deeply in you as if trying to give you something in return for your peace of mind.
Watching you sleep was like having a miracle on my doorstep, but the door was locked and I couldn't let it in. I wanted you to know. I wanted you to see it and treasure it and be able to hold it always, but maybe you already did.
I buried my face in the crook of your elbow and kissed the soft spot lying there and felt you twitch under my tongue. You didn't wake, sated and satisfied, my love enough to keep you safe from yourself and your fears that you couldn't bear to be a partner up to.
I mapped your body that night, while you slept, imprinted 'Draco Malfoy' over ever inch of skin, over the knobbles of your knees, the backs of your hands, around your flat nipples, behind your earlobe. I mapped you out with tongue and fingers and love, before the green light could swallow you up from my wand, completely, and you would fall.
Fall.
.fallen like an angel before the touch of man, fallen like the sky before the earth, a fallen star in your eyes when you didn't wake.
You didn't wake.
- finished -
Fallen
- for Kit, for Christmas -
That Christmas, between getting caught by Ginny, and you falling asleep in my arms, we made love for the first time.
Sure, we'd been 'fucking' for three-and-a-half months, but that night, we held each other so close and kissed each other so deeply, that it could only be classed as 'making love'.
You rested on your elbows, hovering above me, your thick hair like a damp curtain shadowing out the light of a hundred conjured candles flickering all over my green-and-grey room. There was a moan leaning in the base of your throat and you told me you loved me. I kissed you to shut you up and answered you with my tongue, heavy and thick, my heart buried deeply in you as if trying to give you something in return for your peace of mind.
Watching you sleep was like having a miracle on my doorstep, but the door was locked and I couldn't let it in. I wanted you to know. I wanted you to see it and treasure it and be able to hold it always, but maybe you already did.
I buried my face in the crook of your elbow and kissed the soft spot lying there and felt you twitch under my tongue. You didn't wake, sated and satisfied, my love enough to keep you safe from yourself and your fears that you couldn't bear to be a partner up to.
I mapped your body that night, while you slept, imprinted 'Draco Malfoy' over ever inch of skin, over the knobbles of your knees, the backs of your hands, around your flat nipples, behind your earlobe. I mapped you out with tongue and fingers and love, before the green light could swallow you up from my wand, completely, and you would fall.
Fall.
.fallen like an angel before the touch of man, fallen like the sky before the earth, a fallen star in your eyes when you didn't wake.
You didn't wake.
- finished -