Wickedly Yours

Part 56

You woke to the soft glow of your spellphone lighting up on the coffee table, the sound of a message alert pulling you from sleep. Reed was still asleep beside you, his arm draped over your waist, his breathing slow and steady. You carefully shifted so you wouldn't wake him and reached for your phone.

It was Narcissa. The message was simple but filled with the weight of expectation:
Narcissa: Are you coming home tonight?

You sighed softly, running a hand through your hair before typing back:
You: I don't know. I might be back in the morning.

It wasn't long before another message appeared:
Narcissa: Your trunk isn't packed yet. Would you like for me to pack it?

You hesitated, staring at the message for a moment. The thought of Narcissa going through your things, preparing for your return to Hogwarts, felt like another reminder of everything you were about to face. But no, you needed to do this on your own. You had to be the one to take control, even if it was something as simple as packing a trunk.

You: No, I'll handle it in the morning.

There was a pause before her next message came through:
Narcissa: Do you want me to take you to King's Cross, or do you want Draco to come by to take you?

You glanced over at Reed, still peacefully asleep beside you. You wanted him to be there, to keep you grounded as you prepared to face everything. You typed your response quickly:
You: Reed is going to take me. I'll bring him with me in the morning, and then he can take me to King's Cross if that's alright.

A few minutes passed before Narcissa replied:
Narcissa: Yes, that's fine. I've been wanting to meet him.

The thought of Reed meeting Narcissa made your stomach churn with a mix of anxiety and curiosity. You couldn't predict how it would go. Narcissa could be warm and welcoming when she wanted to be, but you also knew she could be intimidating, even when she didn't mean to be. Reed was confident enough, but you worried about how the two of them would interact.

You placed your phone back on the coffee table and leaned back into the sofa, Reed's arm automatically tightening around you as he shifted slightly in his sleep. It was comforting, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his body against yours. For a moment, the world outside could wait.

That evening, after a long, emotionally exhausting day, you found yourself craving more than just comfort—you needed Reed in a way that had been building since you first saw him that morning. Borrowing one of his t-shirts, you pulled it over your head, feeling the softness of the fabric fall against your skin. It smelled like him, and the thought of being close to him tonight stirred something deeper inside you.

When you stepped into the bedroom, Reed was already in bed, his eyes lighting up as he saw you. "You look good in that," he teased softly, his voice laced with something warmer, something more than just a joke. He lifted the blankets for you, inviting you in, and without hesitation, you slid into bed beside him.

His body was warm, comforting, and his arm immediately found its way around your waist, pulling you close. The heat between you was palpable, and with every beat of your heart, the need inside you grew stronger. You pressed your face against his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath you.

But it wasn't enough. Not tonight.

You shifted slightly, turning to look at him, your eyes catching his in the dim light. His gaze softened, the familiar warmth of his affection radiating from him. And that was all the encouragement you needed.

You leaned in, kissing him softly at first, testing the waters, but it quickly deepened. Reed responded immediately, his lips moving against yours with the same hunger you felt building inside. You kissed him harder, your hands gripping his shirt as you pressed your body closer, desperate to feel more of him. His hands roamed over you, exploring, tracing the curves of your body through the fabric of his t-shirt.