"... You made it."
"I did."
The two of us, alone in a small, forgotten room, and it's almost two in the morning.
"Do you realise we never sleep anymore?"
A shared, anxious laugh between us.
"I do think about it, yes."
"And?"
"And I don't miss it, not at all. Not when it's our only time to see one another."
"... And Reggie, too."
"Of course, Reggie too."
...
... Just hours ago, Reggie: finding me, pulling me close for yet another secret moment.
And there, his lips pressed against my ear:
"You and he should have time alone together, the way you and I have had our time alone together. The way he and I have had our time alone together."
Our hands held tight,
And another frantic kiss
Before we force ourselves away
After all,
Secret moments must be just that: a moment.
Any longer and we may put ourselves in danger.
"Go to him, yes?"
...
"Tell me, then. And be honest: do I make you nervous?"
"Do I make you nervous?"
"I asked first."
"I'm not sure nervous is the proper word ..."
"What, then?"
"I don't know - I can't say how to define it."
"Do you feel this with Reggie?"
A shake of my head;
No guilt, just honesty.
Because, in the end ...
"... It's just ... different. You're different. We're different."
"I see."
Different's not bad, or wrong.
Different's just ... well, different.
The two of us, circling the room slowly, yet moving ever closer to one another.
"Your turn now. Same question."
"... Same answer."
We come to a complete stop at this
Face to face now.
Your hands, finding their way to the sides of my face
And mine, wrapping around your waist, urging you closer.
"May I kiss you?"
"Please."
Fingertips dancing lightly down my chin, guiding my face back to yours.
It's like coming home again
Home
After being away
For far, far too long.
"... I spend an embarrassing amount of time thinking about kissing you -"
So it's not just me, then?
"- And leaving endless kisses all over your body."
My poor heart, gone into overdrive
The heart that never had a chance.
"... Tell me. Tell me ..."
"Tell you?"
"... Why are you fire?"
I'm proud of myself for being able to manage the words
Though they're but a hushed whisper.
"... Come here, yes?"
I don't get a straight answer -
I don't know why you're fire.
But here's what I do know:
Lips meeting
Urgent kisses
Your hands stroking at my neck
My tongue meeting yours
You and I, here
Moaning and pressing against one another
Tugging at my waist, guiding me to the nearest table, pushing me back against it
You lean back to look at me, tease me, but I won't allow it:
I need you
Need you in the most literal sense
Us
Grabbing, pulling
Laughing, even
Because that's the sort of thing people do when they're pent up
And you and I, we're beyond hopelessly pent up
It's time to seek our relief
Lose the clothes
They're gone, or at least, out of the way
Pushed aside, or down
Out of the way enough
For us to finally touch each other
The way we've been waiting to touch each other
I want you -
You are what it is to want
And I've been edged for weeks, months when it comes to you
Yet when I beg your name into your ear
You shake your head and put your hand to work against me first
It's a slow build
But once it catches, I'm doomed
Your fingertips and tongue are made of flames, after all
Finally - finally - finally -
Your hands, gripping my thighs, sliding up to my hips, my waist
Holding me secure as you slowly press into me
Yes, yes, yes -
This
This is what it means to burn
Our shared relief
Our hunger
And my realising
That I've been waiting for you since forever
"Evan -"
"Y/N -"
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Coiled (Book 1 of 2)
أدب الهواة"This is our story: Reggie, Evan, and I." A Marauders Era story that follows the reader (FMC), Regulus Black & Evan Rosier through their last year at Hogwarts into the First Wizarding War. This is book 1 of 2, and contains the first two parts of th...
