Annie gasped as Elio's mouth descended onto her. Elio. That was his name. It was a beautiful name. It was perfect. Sun. Because he was so bright, so ethereal to her, just like the sun.

His smile was wide, his eyes sparkling, his laughter contagious. She made him feel like she was basking in the warmth of the day every time she was in his presence. It was almost intoxicating. She couldn't get enough of it.

Somehow, Elio made her feel different. She didn't feel like the little, fragile girl her family treated her as. She didn't feel like someone at the edge of the room, someone who needed to be tucked aside. He made her feel like the star, like someone worthy of paying attention to. That meant more to her than she could ever describe.

In his hungry pursuit of her lips, he pushed Annie against the wall, never breaking contact. Annie let out a shaky breath into his mouth before letting him in. Elio wasted no time letting his tongue explore every inch of her, dominating and caressing her with every subtle movement. She felt herself sink into it, relaxing more and more the longer she was with him. Legs wrapped around his waist and fingers clasped themselves behind his neck and still, Annie kissed him. She kissed him like she never wanted to let go. In a way, she did.

Annie had always thought of love as a duet, as something quiet played between two people who had amicably decided to sit down at the bench together. But Elio made her realize she was wrong, or at least she was wrong about them. They... they were a symphony. A harmonious clash of instruments, all moving separately to create the greatest thing she had ever heard. Or, in this case, ever felt. It was chaos and it was calm. It was humbling and exhilarating and utterly beautiful. It was that perfect moment when all of the instruments aligned to create the most breathtaking sound that Annie allowed herself to disappear into, falling deeper and deeper into the moment that could not be broken. Unlike a duet—which took great mind power so she didn't mess up her part of the notes—this was different. She could lose herself to the feeling of being so utterly consumed by a melody. She could lose herself to the feeling of being so utterly consumed by him.

"I could kiss you all day," Elio murmured in between now-gentle kisses. His lips were soft and they tasted subtly like mint. "In fact, I think I will if you let me."

She laughed breathlessly. The fingers at the bottom of his neck played with the ends of his thick hair absentmindedly. "Maybe I'll let you."

"God, topolina," he groaned into her mouth. She felt the vibrations of it all the way down to his toes. His fingers clenched against her thighs where he held her steady against the marble wall. "Don't tempt me. You're too kind for that."

"It's only a temptation if it's wrong. Do you think it's wrong, Elio?"

"Never," he said immediately. "Nothing with you could ever be wrong, not to me."

"So then kiss me," she mumbled, amazed at how bold and daring she was around him. It was like he brought out something within her. A songbird inside of her that had been waiting to burst free; she just hadn't known it was there.

She felt his grin against her mouth. "If my Little Mouse insists, then who am I to deny her?"

And then he was pushing against her, his mouth eagerly working against her own while his body pressed her into the wall. Only this time, something different. There was some sort of energy in the air she couldn't explain. It felt electrifying. It felt dangerous. It felt good.

Annie gripped his hair just as his hips went further into her. There was a bulge in his trousers that pressed perfectly against her lower body, eliciting a breathy gasp that had never come out of her. She couldn't help but arch into him, her hips seeking the contact again. He eagerly complied, thrusting into her and allowing him to feel what she was certain was his hard member.

His lips chose that moment to break their contact, trailing themselves down her neck until they reached a sensitive spot where her neck met her collarbone. Goosebumps rose to her arm and Elio groaned. "You have a birthmark here," he mumbled in between kisses. "It's so light I hardly noticed it at first. Where else do you have birthmarks, mia topolina?"

"I guess you'll have to find out," she replied in a heady voice. Did that just come out of me? It did. It did and she found herself wanting to say a lot more to him. It was like the lust-filled haze he put her in brought out something she didn't know existed. Someone alluring and brave, someone completely focused on him.

"Fuck, Annie," he breathed, his hot breath shuddering against her neck. A breathy moan escaped her lips at the feeling of it. "Are you a little freak behind closed doors?"

She wished she could have said something desirable, something that would have brought him to his knees—though part of her wondered if he would get on his knees if she only asked him too. But this was Annie who, at her core, was still hopelessly naive. So, instead of being cool, she said, "I-I don't know. I have no idea what I'm doing."

He smiled gently at her and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear before kissing her cheek. "Well, I will happily teach you whatever you want to know. No pressure, of course. We could do nothing but kiss all night and I would still be swooning by morning. But if you ever want to do more, I am more than happy to satisfy you."

"S-satisfy me?" she asked breathless.

His grin turned wry with a little bit of arrogance hidden behind it. "Oh yes, my love. I will do nothing but satisfy you for the rest of my life if you allow me."

"The rest of your life?"

He hummed with ocean eyes that seemed to become a little darker, though she was sure she was just seeing things in the light. "I'm all yours, Little Mouse. And if you let me, I would love nothing more than to call you mine. To be the only one that hears those fucking breathy noises you make when I kiss you. To be the only one that can teach you what it's like to feel pleasure. To be the one you think of at night. To be the one you ache for like I ache for you."

Her lips parted in shock at the way his words made her feel warm all over. Annie's toes curled within her dance slippers while her legs tightened around his waist. Elio looked at her with hooded eyes. "Does that sound good to you, darling? Do you like the idea of being mine? The idea that I will make you burn for me as much as I do for you?"

"Elio," she moaned. His words made her feel like her stomach was doing gymnastics, like her body was flooded with unimaginable heat, like she could do nothing—think of nothing—until she felt him against her again.

"Annie," he returned with a groan. "Fuck. The ways I could make you scream my name. The ways I could worship your divine body. The ways I could lose my fucking mind over you. Merlin, they have me so hard, topolina."

And she wasn't sure what to say to that. Because how could she tell this man—this man that she had known for two days, less really—that she did burn for him? That she couldn't think of anything other than being consumed by her. That though she was a virgin, he made her feel like she was the sexiest woman in the room, like she was some goddess he was lucky to get a taste of. How could she tell him that without looking crazy?

"You... you make me feel weird things," she whispered, placing her forehead against his with a small sigh. "I don't feel normal around you."

"Normal?" he said with a laugh, giving her a sweet peck. "Do you think this is normal for me? I am feral for you, Annie darling. Do you think I've ever done this for a woman? Do you think any woman has ever had me begging to let her be mine?"

"B-begging?"

Elio nodded. "Baby, I'm begging for you. Begging. Let me get on my knees and show you how badly I need you."

And then he was on his knees, setting her down gently and lifting her dress up a few inches to kiss her feet, then her ankles, and then her calves before looking up at her while his lips wrapped around her knees. "Do you see what you do to me? Do you see how much you have consumed me? For two nights, all I could think of was you. I searched for you, Little Mouse, and when I couldn't find you, I thought I was dying. Be mine. Don't make me live without you anymore. I couldn't bear it, not when I've finally found you again."

"Elio," she whispered, raking her fingers through his hair as he stared at her with such desperation. Such devotion. "Come here."

He scrambled to his feet before his mouth was on hers again, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other one cupped her cheek. "Mine," he whispered against her lips, each kiss making her brain go fuzzy and her body limp. "Mine. My Annie. My beautiful girl. My Little Mouse. My love."

"My..." she broke off, unsure of herself. This wasn't her. She wasn't the type to kiss men in the hidden hallways next to ballrooms. She wasn't the type to kiss men at all. Hell, she wasn't even the type to go to an actual ball. And yet there she was and she was kissing him and he was kissing her and it all felt natural. She didn't feel insecure, didn't feel scared, not with him. She didn't feel like this wasn't her. If anything, being with Elio made her feel like she could be herself more than she had ever felt before. So Annie gulped before looking him in the eyes—those ocean blue eyes that were starting to feel like her everything. And she whispered, "My Elio."

Why was this the horniest makeout scene I've ever written? Like they literally only kissed and I'm over here grinning at my computer. Also, if you've seen Challengers (and you def should if you haven't, that movie had me SWEATING), him kissing the ankle was very much giving Art Donaldson. God, I love that man and I love Elio. He might be my favorite of my little ~Slytherin Boyfriends~. Y'all will have to let me know what you think! xx