On December Something

Caught

April 26th 1978
Wednesday

They lay there on the carpet in her living room completely wrapped up in each other. Once they had started they couldn't stop and they never wanted to. Everything was perfect. He would make a joke to hear her giggle and then it would start all over again. His hands painted pictures on her body that only he, as the artist, could see.

Panting, completely out of breath and very spent, he twirled her soft blonde curls between his fingers. He watched her chest rise and fall to the beat of whatever was still coming from the radio. They hadn't bothered to turn it off. Why would they? They were too far gone in each other at this point. Whether they wanted to admit it now or not, this had been something important. This moment was of great value.

Her first time was with him. She would never forget it and he could only hope that she didn't regret it. He ran his fingers up and down her arms as he stared into her brilliant and bright eyes. Her skin rippled with goose flesh as he touched her and he loved the way she came undone under his touch. Her breath hitched as she let her eyes wander over his chiseled features, appreciating every divet that she could delicately.

They couldn't stop. They didn't want to.

"That was..." she said breathlessly.

He waited for her to finish but she couldn't. She kissed him softly at first and then they grew their passion for each other in that moment. They didn't know how they got to this point but they weren't complaining.

"Amazing," she finished finally, breaking the kiss to touch her forehead with hers.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked quietly, knowing the answer.

He had been told on multiple occasions that he was tough to take but none of those girls were virgins. He couldn't imagine what it had been like for her and they didn't stop at just one time.

"Don't worry about that," she said softly, leaning back to look into his eyes again.

She adored them. She had missed them and what they did to her for the past four months. Those months were agonizing.

"Tell me," he begged, worry etched in his features.

"Only at first. The next few times I was getting used to it and it felt so wonderful. There were no words to describe it," she said, a beautiful smile gracing her face.

"Are you okay?" He wondered, caressing her cheek with his palm.

"Sore but completely and utterly satisfied," she reassured, kissing him softly.

His smile was soft and genuine. Something she didn't expect from him but it had all clicked for her. He must have really been nervous back in December with her. There wasn't a way he could have planned for it to be comfortable even if he tried. That was one thing magic couldn't do. It just made this moment much more special for them. The raw and aching feelings that loomed over them like a blanket created a small comfort in their decision. It was a heated decision. A passionate decision. A real decision.

"I hope you never regret this," he said quietly.

"That's not possible. If I had to do it all over again then I would still pick you. I will always pick you. I do wonder though..." she trailed off, worrying about whether this conversation would ruin the moment.

She didn't want to ruin it. His arms were perfect and warm. His kisses were passionate and heavy. His skin on hers still had her swimming and aching for more of him. She had to wonder about the reality.

"What do you wonder?" He kissed her forehead and traced even hotter kisses down her neck.

"Does it matter too much that I'm a muggle?" She asked quickly.