For the OTP Boot Camp Challenge at HPFC.

Albus & Scorpius. Whisper. (Prompt 9.)

He holds me closely and traces kisses down my spine with soft, just-almost-touching lips.

He is light-eyed and pink-cheeked and, when I turn over, his smile is shaky and temptingly happy, so before I know it I smile back.

Then his hands are whispering I love you to my chest, and his touch is all I can notice, because the way it feels is more than I thought it was possible to feel.

We are closer than we ever have been before.

He asks me silently Now? How? with fingers pressing into the back of my head where my hair is tousled and sweaty, and I answer, equally soundless, Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, with hands that force him closer again.

His moans, that soon follow, blend with my gasps and his eyes shine with the strength of how much I love him. When he looks at me, I know I'm reflecting the happiness in those eyes.

Then, after, we breathe at the same pace and I am the same as him and he is the same as me—but still, I am so much more because he is everything.

Everything to me.