Coiled (Book 1 of 2)

Meteors

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Late November, 1977.

"Stay," he whispers the request beggingly in my neck, "Staaay ..."

Burying my head in his shoulder, I nod into him, my reply breathy and relenting, "- A bit - perhaps just a bit longer -"

"- Please. Anything. Even if just another few minutes -"

"- I - yes - yes -"

And with that, he guides me back onto the nearby table, parting my legs as he steps forward and into me. Gripping at his shirt, his tie, I pull him in close for yet another hungry kiss.

We've been fooling around in secret for almost a week now, Reggie and I. And every night this week, we've found our way to one another.

It's absurdly risky - that goes without saying.

But that doesn't stop us.

I can't keep away. I'm starting to believe it's impossible.

Yes, from the moment the sun sets, we each find excuses, opportunities, to slip off and to each other's arms. Night after night, a different classroom, or even a stairwell - any predetermined location we deem safe enough to serve as a rendezvous point.

It's an untenable arrangement.

Of course it is.

We'll have to slow the pace down, spread our encounters out more judiciously.

We'll have to start behaving smarter, more cautiously.

But for now ...

... For now I just want him, and I can't think beyond that.

The heavenly sensation of his palms finding their way onto my trousers and sliding slowly up my thighs in the darkness of the fifth floor classroom we'd agreed on. We've been here together for over an hour already, though it felt like just a moment. Reggie'd beat me here, and the moment I walked through the door, he'd practically flown across the room to me.

It'll carry me through the day tomorrow -

The memory of him pressing me up against the door as my lips and hands moved hungrily against him -

And now ...

"Reggie ..."

I murmur his name softly, my lips finding their way onto his throat as he leans further into me, his hands gripping lightly at my hips.

Eager for more of his touch, I repeat his name more desperately, "Reggie ..."

In the near total darkness, I feel his hands slide up just the slightest bit, fingers looping into my belt loops as he gently tugs me further towards the edge of the table. And then, fingertips trekking upwards, he hovers hesitantly against my skin.

The most delicate murmur, "... May I?"

My own hands pulling at his shoulders, I whisper back urgently, "Oh, yes. Oh yes, please -"

I feel him shake with laughter at this, and I smiled into him, "What's so funny?"

Reggie's hands slide up under my shirt as his lips find their way to my ear, "... Just really love the way you said that."

"Oh?"

"Oh, yes. Sounds exactly like how I feel ..."

A sudden sharp gasp from me, because he's reached the bottom of my bra and is now peeling it teasingly upwards.