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Prompt 29 – Purity

Pansy didn't know what made her turn her head and gently kiss the palm of Ron's hand. The one that had only been gently caressing her face moments before.

But as her lips touched his palm: his smell overwhelmed her senses, her lips longed to feel his lips, her mind screamed at her to take a chance. To take the chance, at that very moment to show him exactly how she felt about them; to tell him what she felt about him.

In her crowding mind, she hadn't even realized that she had lingered. That her lips had lingered against his palm until she heard her name.

And it was beautiful. Her name breathless on his tongue; in reverence to her ears.

Turning to face him, she smiled, his hand still on her face.

She moved her hands that he had released at some point to his face. One hand on each side. Touching him. Feeling his stubble against her palms and fingers.

She saw something in his eyes flash that sent a chill down her spine. She watched as his eyes grew darker before becoming clear.

Her eyes traveled down to his lips. The ones she had explored so many times at night. But only with her fingers. She wondered now how they would feel against her own; how would they taste. Gently with her thumb, she traced his lips before pulling lightly on the bottom one.

Looking back up for permission, she saw nothing she recognized. Though her body and instincts recognized something.

Leaning forward she gently pressed her lips to his. Feeling them under her lips. Tasting him. Reveling in him. She felt his other hand move to her face but it didn't stop her. Because it was clear that he didn't want her to stop. He was holding her in place as she was holding him.

Neither one ready to leave the kiss; the feeling; the satisfaction; the completeness.

Both ended the kiss at the same time. Pulling there faces apart. Their eyes met. Locked on the other. Their hands still holding their faces. The other's name breathless on their lips.

Before their lips met again.

This time there was no simple purity to the kiss; no chasteness. This one was about need; passion; want. This was more than just tasting and touching; this was about consuming, completing, and holding.

This was about feeding the void within; this was about banishing the loneliness from within.