May Death Do Us Part | RB ✔︎

TWENTY FOUR ☆ MONHAGEN

four months later...

Golden streams of sunlight pour in through the sheer curtains, the entire room basking in a soft glow. The sheets of the bed are rumpled, the blanket wrapped loosely around my waist and Regulus' arm draping over my shoulders.

My bare back is pressed to his bare chest, his hand propped under my face and the backs of my thighs grazing the tops of his. His fingers slide through the knots in my hair, gently brushing them out when I feel the feather-light kisses against the back of my neck.

"Good morning, my dove." He whispers softly, his voice hoarse from tiredness. "How'd you sleep?"

I smile to myself, shifting around to face him. I gently bring my hand up to his face, tracing the outline of his features. His hand falls to my waist, gliding over the peaks and valleys of my sides.

His eyes look nearly emerald green in this light, almost glowing but not quite. His lips are pulled into a faint smile, cheeks defined and jaw sharp enough to slice through virtually anything without any kind of resistance.

"I slept very well." I whisper back, pushing a loose curl from his face. "And you?"

He smiles, leaning closer. His lips touch mine, the movement slow and kind. His hand brushes my jaw and I tilt my head upwards for him, allowing him better access to my neck.

His lips leave mine and travel lower, pressing lightly to my throat before he's hovering over me and nestling my legs apart.

I smile into the action, shaking my head while pushing at his. "Regulus, we can't. We'll wake Teddy."

"He slept through your loud mouth last night." He mutters, returning to my neck. His hand scoops my thigh over his hip and I can feel his hardness nudging at my entrance.

"It's six." I murmur, smacking his arm to get my attention.

"Ow." He grumbles, pinching my leg in response. "We have an hour, Mona."

I roll my eyes, smiling like an idiot. I allow my fingers to twist their way into his hair, pulling him down to my face. His lips are against mine and-

and then he's pulling away again.

"I'm a man starved of touch, Mona. Don't deny me." He says dramatically.

"We went to bed seven hours ago." I whisper, laughing at his statement.

"I haven't had you in like... seven hours." He grumbles, his eyes darting between mine.

I press my hand over his mouth, shaking my head with a grin. And then I'm reaching between the two of us, my hand wrapping around him.

He lets out a breath of relief, his eyes falling shut and his head dropping half an inch. His eyes are fixated between the two of us, watching in astonishment as I pump him once, twice, three times.

Then I'm lining him up with my entrance and he pushes his hips forward, sinking into me with ease. He drops his forehead to my shoulder, stifling a moan.

With a flick of my wrist, the door locks.

And then my hands are in his hair, pulling the silky curls and his hips are moving against mine and I can feel him within every cell of my body.

Regulus and I are meant for each other.

We found each other when the two of us needed someone to lean on. We were pulled apart by death's cold hands, and now, twenty years later, we found each other again.

I can't help but feel like it's meant to be this way. The two of us, like this, forever.

My breaths come out high pitched and airy, my leg hooking over his hips to pull him impossibly closer. His forehead is pressed against mine, one arm holding him up and the other holding me in place. Our bodies are slick with a light layer of sweat, glistening in the soft glow of sunlight.