Ten years after I began at Hogwarts, Sebastian Sallow is back. And he's Professor Sallow now. He disappeared after the fall of Ranrok and Rookwood, after I lost Professor Fig, and after Ominis and I couldn't keep him from losing himself. But I never...
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Through the fog of the glass I see the enticing curves of April's blurred outline. A cloud of wanting sets into my mind, creating a numbness behind my ears and eyebrows that forces the intensity of any of the day's burdens to cower to the intensity of what I feel for her. She sways her hips gently to the delicate breeze of a melody she is humming. Her hands work intently through her thick, long hair that falls in wet clumps and sway like so many willow branches with her movement.
I'm torn between the physical ache of wanting to join her and the reverence of never wanting to rip my eyes from this spiritual sight.
::Worship her if you must. Get in there.::
Calm yourself.
I don't want to catch her off guard so I softly rap my knuckles a few times against the wall near the shower, and force the anticipatory lump down my throat to say in a voice that has become ragged with longing, "hey lady, just wanted to let you know—" I feel my voice hitch before the last words "–I'm home."
It feels like a wish I shouldn't utter out loud lest I jinx it.
I hear April inhale quickly through her nose. It makes me smile to think of the missed opportunity of how I might have scared her far worse if I hadn't announced myself just now.
Another time.
The door to the shower swings open slightly. My heart skips. I can feel myself growing for her.
"Join me," she says in the smoothest way, her tone conveying equal parts open invitation and demand.
::Yes.::
Making quick work of removing my clothes, I slip into the foggy, oversized tiled enclosure that's more than large enough for us both, trying not to let too much of the gauzy steam out into the rest of the room.
As my eyes adjust to the humidity and my muscles relax with the heat of the running water, my whole body becomes charged as I feel April's two ambitious hands meet my chest. She is so confident. They slide up around my neck and grip into my hair at the back of my head. It sends waves of shivers down my spine and across my scalp. Her dark, green eyes open to me in the thick fog, and her eyelashes are clumped and dense with water droplets. Her nose skims back and forth across my own as she presses her body into mine. She feels hot to the touch from the heat of the water and as she intertwines a leg, loose and low, around mine it feels like she's wrapping me in a cocoon made especially for me, entirely of her.
If I melted into her and ceased to exist in this moment, I would be purely content.
I realize my mind has gone quiet except for being present here with April. I am lost in the reverie of her peace and realize that day-to-day, I am almost as voracious for the clarity and relief she provides me as much as I am for the satisfaction of exploring and syncing with her body.
::Almost.::
She finally settles her soft, full lips onto my mouth and I relish the taste of her. Pineapple and banana. And if there were any way I could kiss her more deeply, to breach the bounds of our lips and our teeth even to the point of breaking through our very skulls, I would do it without hesitation.
