Daughter of Black

8.02

 Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the small room, casting a warm glow over everything. I woke up to the gentle sound of birds chirping outside the window. For a moment, I just lay there, savoring the warmth and comfort of the bed, the soft light filtering through the curtains, and the steady rise and fall of George's chest beneath my cheek. It was the first time in months that I had slept in, feeling truly safe and content. I shifted slightly, snuggling closer to George, who stirred and tightened his arms around me without waking. His presence was like a balm, soothing the wounds of the past few weeks. I took a deep breath, inhaling his familiar scent, a mix of something warm and earthy with a hint of the shop's magical mischief. For the first time in a long time, I felt a genuine smile spread across my face. I traced my fingers lightly over George's arm, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath his skin. The horrors of the Horcrux hunt seemed distant in this moment, replaced by the simple joy of being with the person I loved. I tilted my head up to look at him, taking in his peaceful expression. Even in sleep, there was a hint of a smile on his lips, as if he too was dreaming of better days. I pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for this moment of peace. George's eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at me with a sleepy, but happy expression. "Morning, love," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

"Morning," I replied softly. "How did you sleep?"

"Best sleep I've had in ages," he said, tightening his hold on me. "You?"

"Same," I said, resting my head back on his chest. "I've missed this so much, George. Just being with you, feeling safe."

He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering. "Me too. We'll have more moments like this, I promise. Once this is all over." I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination.

"We will. And until then, we'll take it one day at a time." George starts kissing my neck, his lips soft and warm against my skin. I close my eyes, leaning into the sensation, feeling a shiver of pleasure run down my spine. His kisses are gentle at first, almost teasing, but they quickly become more insistent, more passionate. I turn my head slightly, giving him better access, and he takes full advantage, trailing kisses up to my ear.

"I've missed you so much," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.

"I've missed you too," I murmur, my hands finding their way to his hair, threading through the soft, fiery strands. "More than I can say." George's hands slide around my waist, pulling me closer until I'm practically sitting in his lap. The world outside, with all its dangers and uncertainties, fades away, leaving just the two of us in this stolen moment of intimacy. His kisses trail back down to my collarbone, and I can't help the soft moan that escapes my lips. "George..." He pauses, looking up at me with those intense, loving eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern despite the passion in his gaze. I nod, a smile spreading across my face.

"I'm perfect. Just... don't stop." A grin spreads across George's face, and he resumes his kisses, his hands exploring my back, pulling me even closer. I can feel his heartbeat against mine, a steady rhythm that matches the wild fluttering in my chest. George flips us both over, so that he is laying on top of me, not breaking the kiss. His weight is comforting, grounding me in this moment of pure connection. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him even closer, our bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. His kisses become more urgent, more demanding, and I respond with equal fervor, losing myself in the heat of his touch. George's hands roam over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. I arch against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, wanting to feel him as close as possible. He shifts slightly, his lips finding mine again in a kiss that steals my breath away. I breathlessly pant as he moves away from kissing me, stripping me of my t-shirt and shorts. He continued to kiss me everywhere that he could. Soon, the both of us were just in our underwear. I had missed these moments; moments that we hadn't had in a while because of all the crazy going on. He removed my bra and started kissing the inside of my thighs, making me groan. He grabbed my underwear with his teeth, pulling them off in one swift movement. His hard member pressed into my thigh as he leaned back down to kiss me. "I need you George..." He looked back into my pleading, lust-filled eyes and smirked.

I just hope that no one in the cottage hears us...