Special Thanks: to Ruffin (blankpage on for being my beta on the first four installments. You're my hero, yet… not. Lol.
Disclaimer: Characters and original scenes belong to JK Rowling, but that doesn't mean I can't play in my free time for free.
A/N: Takes place while the Trio is on the hunt for the Horcruxes, post-Grimmauld Place. This is a ten one-shot series for LJ's 10themes community.
Silky
Silk boxers were the last things she would have pegged him for wearing, and yet it seemed to suit him quite naturally. Tonight, however, they were suiting her.
The night the Minister stopped by had riled her up more so than she had been in a long time. After speaking with her two best friends, she quickly and quietly made her way to visit him in the room he shared with his brother. She needed his touch, needed to hear his voice calm her. He, however, had another plan in mind. She picked up on this when she began to feel as if she was being kidnapped, only to end up in the loo and pinned with him between her legs against the door.
Well, this is new.
It always amazed her how he knew all the right places to touch. Though they kept their meetings secret and brief, they always made sure to make the most of it and to hold nothing back. Her tongue darted out to moist her lips in real time and in her memories as she remembered what always melted her from within: the look in his eyes reserved for only her.
The blue in his eyes seemed to darken and his lids dropped just slightly. They were trained to search for hers and hers alone. Whenever he would be inside her, his eyes would always be looking into hers. She believed it was his way of memorizing her. At first, it felt slightly unnerving to her, but after their third joining she found it intoxicating. She couldn't look away, did want to. They lived for watching each other unravel.
He waited until she regained control of her breathing before setting her back on her feet. His soft lips ventured her neck and shoulder, burning their trail into her memory. Sometimes, a cool breeze would graze her skin slightly and the feel of his lips would return there, making her turn around just to make sure he wasn't really there. She was convinced this hunt was slowly driving her barmy.
"These now belong to me," she remembers telling him smugly.
She watched as one eyebrow moved upward as he started to put his polo back on. A smiled threatened to take hold of his lips, but his poker-face remained nevertheless intact.
"Is that so? I'm just supposed to go back to my room without any pants on under my trousers?"
"Yes. That's exactly what you're to do," she drawled out.
She doesn't remember a time she'd ever sauntered away from anyone, but he doesn't mind. Nor does he mind that it's something as intimate as his pants she's got balled up and in her pockets. He remembers leaning against the doorframe watching her slowly make her way down to the next floor and join his sister for sleep.
Hell, she could have taken away his rights to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes for all he cared just as long as he could keep watching her hips sway to their own rhythm that way for the rest of his life.