Tainted Love

Indulgence

IRIS

Iris heard the door click and whipped around at once, hardly daring to believe that this was happening, that she had made this happen.

But there he was. Fuck, he hurt her chest. He hurt her all over and he didn't even have to say a word. Looking at him was enough. She wondered if he knew, if he understood what he looked like. The effect that he had on her - it was unfair.

He might know. He was arrogant enough. But there was something in his glare back in the ballroom that had been almost unsure.

He was not unsure anymore.

All-black suit, mourning something. His jaw was tight, his eyes taking her in with knife-like precision. He shut the door behind him without turning around, bringing his hand into his suit jacket to cast a quick charm.

The door clicked again. Locked now.

The sight of him did something terrible to her. It was Machiavellian, the way he snuck up on her. The way her own emotions snuck up on her. All it had taken was a look, a single look between them, and she was seized with such a desire to have him that she had left the room.

He took a step forward. He was a lot taller than her. It had been a while since they were that close in that context. She had almost forgotten. It was so easy for him to toss her around.

He took another step forward and she stepped back instinctively. He raised his eyebrows slightly. She backed up again.

And then he was moving faster and so was she and her back hit the wall of the bathroom and his body was just there, pressing her in. She looked up and saw his face, twisted in the way she had been craving for months.

It was a look of frustration and she knew he would use her to get it out of his system. She wanted him to, wanted him to have her entirely, and the thought was almost frightening.

Then his hands locked on either side of her waist. Anchors. She wanted what she wanted. She wanted him. He stared at her with darkened eyes, his pupils taking over the silver of his eyes in the low-light of the room. She wondered how his eyelashes got to be so dark with hair so light.

She felt his breath on her face. His mouth was open, just slightly. He was so close to her that if either of them moved at all, their noses would touch. It had been so long since they were like this. She had wondered whether she might feel guilty as she was leaving the ballroom, but she didn't feel guilty at all now. She felt right.

He blinked. She exhaled, her breath slightly shaky.

He kissed her.

If kissed was the right word. It felt like it couldn't be, there had to be something else, it was different with him and it always would be. They were falling back together but he remembered everything, he had never forgotten, he knew exactly how to move.

One of his hands trailed up her side, his mouth so insistent against hers that the back of her head hit the wall behind her. She felt his teeth drag against her lower lip, biting her, and she whimpered into his lips. He made a sound back, some low satisfaction.

Her hands felt shaky with how much she wanted him. How long she had been waiting for this, this exact moment. She linked them around the back of his neck the way she always used to do, her nails digging into the top of his back. He didn't protest so she left them.

He had come back to her, too, and she felt it keenly now. There were days where she felt like a kicked puppy, mindlessly following its own abuser around because it had nobody else. But if that was the case Draco was a dog himself and he was trailing her too.