Dear Thea // Cedric Diggory

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TW: sexual content ahead!!

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Althea;

Bliss. Feeling his lips on mine was pure bliss. It was as though I had satisfied a craving I never knew I needed until now. A forbidden fruit that tasted so wrong but so good. My blood was in my ears. As his lips moved from my collarbone to my chest, I felt a burning sensation everywhere he touched. I couldn't think, couldn't speak; my head was spinning and my world was spinning and I wanted nothing else in this moment than to continue spinning, spinning, spinning. I wanted to be out of control forever.

I run my hands across his shoulders, down the hard muscles along his sides, up his shirt, and against the burning warmth of his skin, trying to do anything to bring our fiery bodies closer. To feel his body pressed against mine, desperately, hungrily trying to merge our two separate entities as one was euphoric. Lost in the ecstasy of our sensual union, I whine as he suddenly breaks away, mewling at the loss of contact. His lingering taste and buzz of the alcohol still laced my mouth as we separated.

He chuckled at my pleading, moving his lips close to my ear, a shiver was sent down my spine as he hummed, "I have something I want to show you."

Heat rushed to my cheeks at these words, causing me to quickly become anxious yet intrigued. Playing along, I smile and bat my eyelashes up at him, "show away."

As we stood he paused briefly, and he looked down at me, like there was something worth looking at. Enveloping his hand in mine as we stood, his other hand gently tucked a piece of hair behind my ear then stroked my cheek, finally finding its place on my parted lips. Cedric Diggory stood inches away before me, his thumb caressing my lips, something I never thought I'd experience. Something I didn't know I wanted to experience until now. He was perfectly alluring and magnificent, and I was utterly bewitched by him.

"Sometimes when I look at you, and you're looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny-tiny hint of something more, something you're feeling but can't say. When our eyes meet, it's like we're instantly connected. And I know no one catches it but me and you, but I like it that way. It's like our own little secret..a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance of normal. God, your eyes are gorgeous," he breathed softly, his words sounding so true and genuine and serene I could almost start crying again.

The moment was futile, silence telling. I merely smiled up at him, for it was all I could do in my state of overwhelming joy. He was intoxicated, I knew it, I was, too. We were drunk on not only too much liquor, but on the catharsis of the moment we shared. None of that mattered, though, because he meant it. And I meant it.

He lowered his face to mine once more, placing a delicate peck on my forehead before beginning to lead me away from the staircase. Despite our constant contact, the feeling of his lips pressed against any part of me caused a jolt of electricity to spread through me. I watched his dark figure ahead of me lead me to wherever he intended, our destination being of no concern to me, I just wanted to be close to him, to have him, to not be alone. We were giddy, feverish, almost running through the halls now like little kids, his hand never leaving mine as he pulled me along.

As I scramble through the school giggling with Cedric, our hands so perfectly entangled as one, feeling free and alive and breathless, I didn't think I had ever, or could ever be, more content. It felt as though I wasn't in my body, but instead watching myself in a movie, like I was watching a scene of two rebellious teenagers running around in some romcom.