It catches me completely off guard, the way Reggie's hand finds its way onto my hip.
In the near total darkness of our room, he pulls me close. And then, quicker than I can react, he pushes me down onto the nearest bed.
Laughing in surprise both at his boldness and desperation, I whisper back excitedly through the blackness to him, "... What's gotten into you?"
But rather than answer my question, he moans softly and climbs on top of me. The sound of the mattress creaking beneath us; the unparalleled thrill as the warmth from his body meets mine. Further heightening my sudden arousal? The sound of his excited breathing as he scrambles further up the length of my body and leans over.
And when his fingers slide up my throat and onto my chin, my heart rate begins to completely skyrocket.
If we get caught, Reg ...
Anyone who'd catch us here, far worse than Minerva McGonagall!
And so I try again, this time my whisper decidedly more regretful. Bringing my palm to rest against his chest, I lift my head up towards him, "Earlier events from the week have me risk averse. Surely you understand that?"
Though I want you;
I really do want you -
Still no reply from him. Instead, I feel his breath now, his lips just shy of mine.
Oh, fine.
You've already broken down my very limited willpower.
So will you kiss me?
Kiss me -
Kiss me -
And yet he doesn't. He holds back, fingers stroking at my chin more pleadingly. And something about the urgency of the gesture ... despite not being able to see his face, I feel every bit of his longing for me radiating off him.
Oh, damn!
I'm so not disciplined when it comes to you -
Don't you know?
The simplest touch from both you and her
... Drives me mad.
My hands, always desperate for more of him, reflexively find their way to his sides as I squeeze at his hips.
Come on!
Your lips!
I know they're right there -
Lingering just shy of mine -
... I'm not sure what actually tips me off, though I hate the fact it takes so long. But suddenly, it dawns on me:
Not Reggie -
NOT REGGIE, YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!
Pushing at him as roughly as I can, I scramble up the bed and away from him as I pull out my wand.
Lumos!
Sure enough, as soon as the pale blue orb of light envelops us, I see my worst fear confirmed:
"Mulciber!"
"Evan Arsenius Rosier."
Where I'm livid, he's completely calm.
Smug even.
Naturally, that makes me even more furious. My wand still in my hand, I point it at him and snarl threateningly as I lean over and turn on the lamp at the side of the bed, "Why?!"
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Coiled (Book 1 of 2)
Fanfiction"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...
