Ominis Gaunt Loves a Pureblood

11. Return

Ominis Gaunt POV

   Sorsa and I made love three times that Sunday. As we prepared to leave the castle, I couldn't help the sudden melancholy we both felt so acutely. Despite my brother's attempt at tarnishing it, it had been a pleasant weekend. Many parts of this weekend had been the best of my life, and with the memories we shared, I knew I would treasure all my days. I had made one clear decision. I could not, would not, stay with Sorsa. After what happened with my brother, how could I? I listen to Sorsa hum as she gathers the leftover food to take back to the Undercroft with us. It's the tune I've hummed to her each night. A tune from a song my Aunt Noctua used to sing to me, but I've forgotten the words. What I wouldn't give for a life like this weekend, outside of my brother's interference, of course. Her soft footfalls approach me, and she walks into my waiting arms. I kiss her silky hair, and she sighs heavily.

   "I wish we could stay forever." My love says.

   "I know. I do too, Darling." I tell her, squeezing her tight.

   "I've been thinking," She starts.

   "Uh oh," I tease, and she tickles me. I previously disliked her tickles because my uncontrolled laugh was loud and ridiculous. Now I love it, feeling vulnerable and free around her. When I quit, she continues.

   "How are you so good at sex, anyways? You said I'm your first, but you know exactly what I like." She asks. I touch her face to confirm her blush and kiss her firmly until she makes a noise of desire.

   "You are my first. I'm blind, Doll. I think I just sense you in a way another virgin wouldn't. I also love you, my dear. So I want to pleasure you. I just tried until I felt a response. Remember how sensitive my hearing is as well." I tell her. She nods in my hand. "I hate to bring up bad memories, but I heard your heart and breathing when I defended you the other night." She groans, and I chuckle.

   "I chided myself for becoming aroused in such a situation. You always say I do things to you, but Ominis, what you do to me." She giggles, and I kiss her again.

   "Doll, for the record, you've felt pretty skilled in my bed as well," I promise her, tapping her nose.

   "Such a shame I'm not blind; I might've blown your mind." The little minx teases.

   I laugh, but it's my turn to tickle her. She needs punishment. Sorsa tries to get away, but I'm too strong for her. I tickle her incessantly for several minutes, laughing as hard as she, and when I let her go, we're both panting hard.

   "Ominis, you are relentless." She huffs. I chuckle again, but she's there when I open my arms. As I wish she always could be.

   "My dear, you make me completely indecent," I tell her, sliding my hand along her jaw and tipping her head up. I hover my lips over hers, listening to her heart rate increase. "Your heart always gives you away, and I love it," I whisper. She swoons in my arms, but I'm holding her tight enough she doesn't slip a fraction. I kiss her then, gentle and tender. I pour my love into her, and she multiplies it back.

   "I love you," She whispers when we pull apart. "Are you ready?" She asks when I've said it back, and my hands are having trouble staying put, roaming over her body even though I took her less than an hour ago, and she still smells of my seed. I stop my hands, pulling them back to her waist and hugging her.

   "Ready, Darling," I tell her. She chuckles and holds me tightly.

   We're squished and bent as we fly through the world. The feeling of being pulled through a tube is nerve-racking, and the worst part is feeling many lighter pulling sensations from what almost feels like adjacent tubes, presumably leading everywhere we might go. It's over in less than a moment, and we stand outside Hogsmeade.