Smile

Forest Glenny

PG 13 for some hints of things at the end

Disclaimer: Harry Potter. No own. No money. No sue.

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Sometimes it's very funny how much can be conveyed through one little lifting of the lips. Smiles are many fold and so so different, like sunny snowflakes.

The good morning smile, when he's still sleepy and I have only just come from dreams not half so sweet as reality. A timid glimpse of perfect white against morning-dry sin-red lips that makes my sleepy mind curl its toes because of the warmth that pervades it.

The join me in the shower? tease, so eyebrow-wiggling and tempting, no more awake but somehow more consciously made. And I give one of my own - no thanks, love to, but have to make breakfast - soft, apologetic, but flirty at the same time. And then the that's all right rueful grin, barely any tooth showing, but an apathetic peak in the brow.

Later, the thank you for porridge smile, teeth still egg-and-toast stained as he drains his tea mug and pecks me on the cheek before going to brush. I throw the last documents in my briefcase and am off to work myself. A smile, good-bye until later, follows me down the street.

At our traditional lunch meeting in front of Florean's a smile of welcome and love and happiness at seeing me again, though it hasn't been so very long. The smile reaches his eyes and pulls me into its embrace. We eat and the smile is now this is so fun just because I'm with you.

Off to work again with another I love you a smile cheer with a soupçon of bitterness at leaving. I grin at a co-worker of mine and no one seems to take note.

Finally home again and glad of it. The smile is teasing, cajoling me into his lap on the sofa. Kiss away the stress and the wrinkles and then a cuddling soft love upturn of the lips.

We cook together and bump together so many times that I am getting rather hot and bothered and I think he is too. We rush through dinner with barely time for a thank you smile and then there it is! If my blood wasn't pounding before, it is now, because his mischievous grin is god I want you and I'm going to get you somehow. He is lust filled lovely passion and I am willing to be broken if it is him who is there.

And then later still, as the sweet old clock chimes eleven in the hall and we are finally sated

"Love you Moonshine"

and a kiss of a smile and I am asleep.

fin

7 May 03

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