Disclaimer: JKR owns Albus, Stephenie Meyer owns Renesmee.
the wicked sensations
AlbusRenesmee
In hindsight, maybe falling in love with a dhampir wasn't his most brilliant idea ever.
It can certainly feel that way, like when he's got Renesmee light in his arms and her lips warm on his and her hands curled around his neck and pulling him in deeper, closer, closer, until there isn't an inch of space left between them. Those times, in his room or out in a field somewhere beneath the streaming sunlight, those are the times when he can forget the knives strapped to her hips and just focus on all the wicked sensations she makes him feel.
"Nessie," he breathes into her bronze curls as the two of them tumble onto his bed, "Nessie, wait."
She waits, and he wonders if this is what it's like to be in love.
"What's the matter?" she asks softly, tangling her hand in his dark hair.
"I just…" Albus shakes his head. "I don't know. I wanted to look at you. I haven't seen you properly since you came back from Australia. We've just been making out the whole time."
Renesmee giggles. "Well, here I am." To prove it, she twirls around in his arms, surprising a laugh out of him.
"Here you are," he agrees, burying his head in her hair, "and you're beautiful. I'm glad you're home, Nessie."
She inhales, exhales, and presses a kiss to his cheek. "Me, too," she whispers, and he can smell the sweetness of her love in the shape of her words.
With a smile, he lifts his head. "I love you," he says, softly, sincerely, and then she kisses him again and he forgets everything except for her.
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