↬ in which Regulus and Rune find out that broken pieces still fit together.
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Academic rivals.
Everyone knew they were that.
The hate feud between Regulus Black and Rune Westwood was common knowledge.
But everyone knows that there'...
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Regulus pulled away too quickly.
Rune didn't even get the chance to close her eyes.
He stared down into her widened eyes and waited for her to say something. He had imagined hundreds of ways she'd react but staring up at him in silence was not one of them.
"Er— are you okay?"
She swallowed hard and he noted the way her pupils dilated before she pulled on his tie and brought him down to her. "Kiss me again."
With a small smile, he moved his hands of the counter and rested them on her waist as he lowered his lips to hers.
Her fingers immediately curled around his neck as he ran his tongue against her bottom lip before their lips moved against each other's in sync.
She was kissing Regulus Black.
SHE WAS KISSING REGULUS BLACK!
Rune pulled away and stared at him, blinking repeatedly as she glanced from his eyes to his lips to her fingers on his neck. He was breathing on her.
"Should we like... discuss this first or something?" she sputtered.
"What?"
"I mean, we're kind of making out. Do you think we should discuss the implications or... or maybe the techniques. I'm not quite talented at this yet, so maybe you could tell me what you want me to do or not do—"
"Rune," he breathed, pulling her waist until she was pressed against him. "Shut up."
And then he was kissing her again.
His teeth grazed on her lip until she opened her mouth enough for him to slip his tongue inside.
"We're so making out," she murmured against his mouth, and he laughed sending an entire wave of butterflies tumbling through her stomach.
Rune could feel her heart thumping against her chest and just when she thought she might forget how to breathe, he slowly pulled away.
He was still close enough that his breath fell on her lips- still close enough that her nose was on his cheek.
"Reg," she said softly.
"Hmm?"
"You're kind of crushing me."
He pulled away enough until he was no longer holding her hostage between his body and the counter.
She snuck a glance at him only to find that he was staring at her in disbelief.
She had a vague sensation that she might have been looking at him the same way.
"What are we doing?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.
