On The Outside

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Summary: On the outside, no one really sees them for who they are.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to Herochick007 on Ao3

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Perfectly manicured fingers
running through blond hair,
deep plum lips kissing
bare ones.
High fashion meeting
whatever was nearest,
whatever was comfortable.
They're in contract,
pale hair,
black hair,
and yet,
yet,
there's something there,
something that rings true.

Inside they're the same,
both from pure-blooded
families,
both never understood,
thought to be one thing,
the weird girl,
the follower,
but they can see through each other,
see the realness,
the loneliness
that lingers in both their hearts.

A perfectly shaped heart of dark hair,
pressed against a wild blond bush,
long fingers on hips,
a pierced tongue,
cold against her nipples.
Her head tilted back,
her lips parted,
her legs wrapped around
her lover's waist.
A tongue that trails down,
the metal ball cold against her flesh,
down,
down,
until it's touching her lower lips,
until she's moaning softly,
heat rising,
building through her.

Tomorrow,
tomorrow,
tomorrow,
they'll be back to be no ones,
back to secretive glances across
the Great Hall,
both wanting the other,
planning to meet up again,
both knowing it might not work,
might not happen,
but they've got this,
right here,
right now,
both glad they came back,
despite everything that happened here,
it's time to make new memories,
time to do new things,
to uncorrupt this place,
to fill it with love,
with lust,
with the taste of each other.

Soft moans,
soft whimpers,
silent screams as to not give
away their position,
as they both find satisfaction
with each other,
in each other.
Neither pulling away,
instead,
things soften,
slow,
linger,
Lingering kisses,
soft skin touching soft skin,
her head against her chest,
just holding each other
just taking the bliss,
the moment,
before they slip,
their bodies finally parting,
their fingertips pressed against
each others as
one by one,
back into the world where
neither feels she fully belongs.

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