FragileHeart

Similar names and incidents written here are highly coincidental and for fiction purposes only.

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The sky was grey.

It was a chilly evening, just quarter to midnight when the snow fell against the cold ground, marking winter's coming.

As the wind blew, a lone snowflake scampered against the wind, splattering against a window.

It might have been cold outside, but inside, it was warm.

Inside, it was a symphony of warmth.

Inside, there were clothes were strewn to the floor.

The scattered clothes left a trail towards the bedroom.

For it is there, inside that very bedroom, that the burning occurred.

The room's temperature basked in warmth.

The bed creaked.

Moans and groans echoed throughout the room.

Skin slapping against skin rang through.

Two figures were bathed in sweat.

Two figures, barely clothed, busied themselves with their tryst at the moon's beam seeped through, silhouetting their sacred act.

Dizzying sensations, accompanied by a sweet pain, drove her to euphoria. She never thought something this intimate could knock out the sense in her. She couldn't think, her mind was fixated on nothing but this blissful pleasure.

Nearing their climax, she dragged her nails painfully down his back, hard enough to leave a mark.

"Ah!" she cried, choking.

"Almost there," he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to her already swollen lips.

She desperately clung to him, running her fingers through his tattooed arms, tracing each in fascination. For a moment, she found herself distracted, or so she thought.

"Oh!" she cries, mouth forming into a perfect 'o'.

Immediately, he silences her with his mouth, swallowing her moans of pleasure as they near their climaxes. Their tongue raged into a fearsome battle, trying to dominate the other, a perfect distraction to the burning sensation that was dying to be released.

He pulls away, her name the first thing that escaped his mouth.

"Ynna," her name was almost a litany. "Ynna...Ynna..."

Shortly after he felt his release in her, she arched her back high up in the air, like that of a cat, she followed soon after. She could've sworn she saw stars; she has never felt this kind of pleasure before.

Breathless, tired and fulfilled, she curled up against him, his hands rubbing comfortingly at her back. He kissed her forehead, lingering there for a while.

Only after their bodies relaxed, did she manage to say his name.

"H-Harry..."

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"Ouch!"

"Oi!"

"Watch it!"

A series of cries burst, disrupting the once peaceful study session, when something bounced off Caridad Gallego's - also known as Carrie - dark curls and into their pile of papers.