Anatomical note: yes I got rather technical biology wise (even though I have never done the subject in my life) so when referring to 'daith' it is the thick bit of cartilage on your ear in the middle that sometimes folk get pierced but shouldn't really just in case a nerve gets severed and the side of their face drops...anyway though I better tell you all in case.
You kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You reached out for me
And oh how you missed
You touched my face
And all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
(falling from grace)
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
"Resurrection"
The velvet of the cloak skims your cheek. You jump away, staring blindly at where I am concealed. I know that you will never see me here if I so choose and this sudden power is intoxicating. You take a step (unknowingly) towards me. Heat resonates off your body, I'm close enough to see the single bead of sweat trickling down your temple. My desire begins to overrule the power-trip and, of its own accord, my left hand reaches out to your hip. It hovers above it as I contemplate the repercussions. No. Past, future and unforeseen circumstances be damned.
My hand cups round your slender hip, you body tenses in anticipation of attack. I do, in fact, execute a velvet barried kiss over your cheek. With the aid of the material my lips slide gracefully to your ear and softly I whisper.
"What is it you are hiding ?" Your body shudders as the syllables travel down your spine.
"I believe you are the invisible one here..." Pink lips curve into a knowing smirk, "Potter..." Your hand grasps the side of my cloak and with one swift pull it slips off onto the floor. I slip my hand round to the base of your spine, entwining my right hand through your blonde hair.
"What are you doing here Potter ?" You ask as if it were not blatantly obvious, the hitching of your breath betraying the need for a question. The reply should be simple, one word yet I have always stood by the belief that actions speak louder than words.
I pull you into me, hips against hips, noses barely touching. My eyes flicker closed and I drop my lips softly onto yours. The initial plan: be gentle, be slow but as the smell of your skin invades my senses the memories of last night that I had been trying to shake flood me. In the instant we touch I lose all control, rational areas of the brain giving way to the instructions of a particularly eager pituitary gland. From the way your hands are gripping the back of my head and the heat of your tongue as it laps at my top lip it would seem you remember too.
I part my lips, tongue meeting yours. Someone moans, I'm not sure who, it's possibly both of us, and I push you back against the wall. I pull out of the kiss and lean into you, attempting to return my breathing to a normal pattern. Your head droops a little, hair curtaining your pale face. I can feel you entire body trembling slightly beneath mine.
"Why are you here ?" You reiterate. I sigh, the expelled air brushing over your neck
"I already told you ...I want to know what you're hiding from me."
"Nothing Potter ...this is nothing and I am hiding nothing..." Liar. Your hands pull harder on my hair as if I should be able to know the true answer from that. It's not enough. I press my lips into your neck, tongue flicking across your pulse point.
"Tell me how you really feel Malfoy." Your grasp loosens slightly. I drag my tongue up the sinew of your neck. Self-control wavering you gasp, back arching ever so slightly off the stone wall.
"I don't feel anything." Liar. I reach your ear and latch onto the lobe. I nibble and suck slowly before flicking my tongue out as my lips come up your ear lobe.
"Tell me how you feel," I run my tongue over the daith, your moan vibrating against my chest "...Draco." I dip my tongue into the hollow of your ear, remember the whimper it caused you to emit last night. You squirm beneath my weight, letting out a quiet whimper as I work your weak spot.
"Gods," you moan "fine ...I remember everything from last night, as it would seem you do. I've been craving you ...all day just wishing I could wrap myself around you." I bring my face back to yours, staring intently into silver eyes. Your lips crash up to mine. I take your hands in mine and press them into the wall above your head as you suckle on my bottom lip, leaving it red and raw. With a force behind your lips you push my face from yours.
"But unlike you, I can control myself." Before your mouth can twist into the familiar sneer, my hands drop yours and I step backwards "Potter, this isn't anything more than tonight.".
I stand and watch as you push youself from the wall, making your way to the portrait. It swings open for you, leaving me in the dark corridor alone. Liar. You fled too quickly for me to believe you. There was effort behind not looking back that assures me all you wanted was to stay.
There's an inherent impossibility behind the workings of the heart sometimes. In a world where magic, potions and cloaks of invisibility are common place the fine line we tread between love and hate does not even warrant a second glance.
I touch a calloused finger to my partially lust swollen lip. A very fine line it is indeed.
