Is there something that you are trying to say
Cause I can take it
Cause I grew up a man this way
And if I'm hurt I'll shake it -Mourning, Tantric -
She entered the room after her post-sex shower, the long strands of her chestnut hair still dripping. Standing in the doorway between the bathroom and his room she watched him for a moment. He was lounging on the bed, his hands tucked under his cerebellum, tilting his head to look at the wall opposite his bed. He looked too damn cute like that. The infamous silver- blonde hair was mostly stuck to his head, a few locks falling out of place. The grey eyes were clouded with melancholy. His muscular feline body was stretched out on the bed. The blankets were a waterfall fall the end of the bed, a few twisted around bedposts. The steam from her shower made the sheet cling to the curves of her back, her hand clutching the wrapped sheet around her body, held together at the breast. The extra yards of material pooled around her feet as she subconsciously shuffled further into the room. Her heart stopped as she realized she was prolonging this. She didn't want this to end. Her body and mind yelled and carried on like toddlers, wanting her to leave, to pick up her clothes and walk out the door. Something stopped her, kept her glued to the floor next to the bed staring at him. Her heart. He turned his head, knowing she was standing there the entire time. Goosebumps covered her damp skin. Her flecked hazel eyes stared at him, a storm of emotions held in one look. His eyes struggled to keep the tears inside, furiously blinking to get a clear look at her. While she was showering, the hundreds of thoughts, memories of her came back to him, weaken his resolve. Every misplaced caress, all of the cruel quips made at the others expense overwhelmed him. "Go. Now." Is it always that the most emotional words are said without a trace? Hundreds of words, feelings and memories were crammed into the two words, making it impossible to tell what it really was. He was standing at a sensitive crevasse. Here he could stand quietly and let it be or he could stop her from leaving. Common sense controlled him, keeping the words in his throat and not in the air. Even after the best screw of her life, she still didn't listen to him. Still the headstrong girl that irritated him since they met. Changes don't happen overnight. Her body was light on the bed, hardly disrupting the weight balance. His bare chest was rising slowly, his lips hardly taking in air. Her hazel eyes stared into his face relentlessly, both memorizing his features for future reference and to wear at him. To force him to show her one damn emotion. Not a hundred confusing feelings. She sighed, the look having no affect on him. Reaching out her hand, it was swatted away by his. "I said Go."
- a/n: well.its short. Yea. I got the idea from someone else's (the name escapes me.it was an NC-17 one) story about Draco and Herm. It's pretty sad and short.I don't know why I decided to upload it. Sorry people.
Cause I can take it
Cause I grew up a man this way
And if I'm hurt I'll shake it -Mourning, Tantric -
She entered the room after her post-sex shower, the long strands of her chestnut hair still dripping. Standing in the doorway between the bathroom and his room she watched him for a moment. He was lounging on the bed, his hands tucked under his cerebellum, tilting his head to look at the wall opposite his bed. He looked too damn cute like that. The infamous silver- blonde hair was mostly stuck to his head, a few locks falling out of place. The grey eyes were clouded with melancholy. His muscular feline body was stretched out on the bed. The blankets were a waterfall fall the end of the bed, a few twisted around bedposts. The steam from her shower made the sheet cling to the curves of her back, her hand clutching the wrapped sheet around her body, held together at the breast. The extra yards of material pooled around her feet as she subconsciously shuffled further into the room. Her heart stopped as she realized she was prolonging this. She didn't want this to end. Her body and mind yelled and carried on like toddlers, wanting her to leave, to pick up her clothes and walk out the door. Something stopped her, kept her glued to the floor next to the bed staring at him. Her heart. He turned his head, knowing she was standing there the entire time. Goosebumps covered her damp skin. Her flecked hazel eyes stared at him, a storm of emotions held in one look. His eyes struggled to keep the tears inside, furiously blinking to get a clear look at her. While she was showering, the hundreds of thoughts, memories of her came back to him, weaken his resolve. Every misplaced caress, all of the cruel quips made at the others expense overwhelmed him. "Go. Now." Is it always that the most emotional words are said without a trace? Hundreds of words, feelings and memories were crammed into the two words, making it impossible to tell what it really was. He was standing at a sensitive crevasse. Here he could stand quietly and let it be or he could stop her from leaving. Common sense controlled him, keeping the words in his throat and not in the air. Even after the best screw of her life, she still didn't listen to him. Still the headstrong girl that irritated him since they met. Changes don't happen overnight. Her body was light on the bed, hardly disrupting the weight balance. His bare chest was rising slowly, his lips hardly taking in air. Her hazel eyes stared into his face relentlessly, both memorizing his features for future reference and to wear at him. To force him to show her one damn emotion. Not a hundred confusing feelings. She sighed, the look having no affect on him. Reaching out her hand, it was swatted away by his. "I said Go."
- a/n: well.its short. Yea. I got the idea from someone else's (the name escapes me.it was an NC-17 one) story about Draco and Herm. It's pretty sad and short.I don't know why I decided to upload it. Sorry people.