Fatal Attraction | D.M. (Soft Rewrite)

Chapter Twenty-Five - Walk of Shame

Draco's eyes flickered open, gradually adjusting to the room. It was still only dimly lit by the ceiling, but he could tell that it was morning. He couldn't believe how well rested he felt – how soundly he'd slept. That never happens...

Furthermore, after sex he usually detested the idea of holding the girl, or really showing any affection...but it had felt right...natural... So he continued to lie, with her small body tightly cocooned in his grip. He could feel the fluttering of her chest, her warm breast still filling his palm, while she dreamed.

Their closeness made him giddy. A desperate urge inside of him wanted to squeeze her tight but he knew any slight jolt would disturb her sleep. He wasn't certain he was ready for this to end. What are we? Do we go back to pretending after this? I certainly can't...Blaise can get over it...

Yet, he knew that was easier said than done. He couldn't imagine the pain involved in loosing someone like her. A tremble rocked down his spine – even the idea made him nauseous. Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that it wasn't his problem. She's here right now. She's made her choice...

Suddenly distracted by the little whimpering breaths she was making, which made his head rush. Last night...it was amazing. The sounds she made...But...Shit. Idiot. He couldn't resist the niggling thought that he could have done more... I mean she certainly sounded like she enjoyed it but...but she didn't call out my name... It's weak – pathetic really – but when you fantasise about something for weeks and get so close but don't attain the goal...well it hurts.

She had said his name when he made her come...

It was such a self-centred fantasy that he hated himself. He didn't need anything more than her. I just...I just need confirmation that she's sure about us. That I am not the only one feeling this. That it's not just sex. He felt so desperate – so weak – it's embarrassing. Part of him wanted to run from the room and avoid her. Not because she was doing anything wrong – she's perfect – and had been amazing but...he hated feeling vulnerable.

He wanted to banish every weak thought that consumed him. The fact her choices could dictate his emotions triggered a fight or flight response. But he wasn't certain which to follow. He was addicted, and he knew he wouldn't survive the withdrawals.

And...it has only been one night. It's only the start... He clamped his eyes shut, breathing deeply, as he tried to calm down.

He repeated in his head, this is self-sabotage – you can't think like this. She's here and wants you. But... that mantra kept being interrupted by a much darker concern – who would – who could want this? Want me? It's not a fair choice if she doesn't know the whole truth...

His attention snapped back to reality, as Ophelia wriggled in his arms, causing strands of her hair to sweep into his face. He inhaled deeply, her fragrant scent filling his senses. She smells divine. He couldn't resist nuzzling into her neck, delivering a row of soft kisses. A small smile appeared on her face, her eyes remaining shut while she let out soft breathy moans – still clouded by sleep.

I am...I am in his arms...he's holding me? She shifted her limbs slightly, discovering a welcome soreness, none of this was a dream... His grip stayed tight against her, his breath tracing onto her neck.

I... well, she couldn't quite believe her own boldness. I had sex with him - I was practically begging him - and it was...bloody amazing.

The feeling triggered memories that compelled her to clamp her thighs shut – caging her excitement. And...his hands are all over me...I'm naked. Keeping her eyes shut as she calculated her next move.