It was supposed to be simple. Straightforward. It was supposed to be escape and release. Nothing was ever supposed to be given, just taken; an unspoken assent, ignored and forgotten.
It was trails of wet fire and blazing desire. It was the desire to win, to give up. Both. It was an answer to their weaknesses and their silent questions -- almost all their questions.
He found that he was watching him sleep before creeping away. Some nights he would pinch his thigh to keep his other hand from reaching out to brush away golden, sweat-soaked fringe.
His name was always on the tip of his tongue.
By the time he knew it was a mistake. It was too late.
Harry licked his lips and tasted almonds.
It was trails of wet fire and blazing desire. It was the desire to win, to give up. Both. It was an answer to their weaknesses and their silent questions -- almost all their questions.
He found that he was watching him sleep before creeping away. Some nights he would pinch his thigh to keep his other hand from reaching out to brush away golden, sweat-soaked fringe.
His name was always on the tip of his tongue.
By the time he knew it was a mistake. It was too late.
Harry licked his lips and tasted almonds.