It is short, maybe sweet. A different style of writing. It just came to me. I hope you like it.

Love
Always_Hufflepuff

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Always watching. Emerald green eyes always watching. Diving into those pools would kill me.

I can't.

I won't.

Fuck.

Always talking. Pink full lips, always talking. Kissing those pouty lips would be the death of me.

I can't.

I won't.

Fuck.

Always a mess. Dark, chocolate locks always a mess. Running my fingers through it would slay me.

I can't.

I won't.

Fuck.

I can't help but want to dive, I can't help but want to kiss, and I can't help but want to run my fingers through his hair.

Fuck.

He has me cornered. His eyes look angry, his words are loud, and his hair flying with his movement.

I can't help but stare. I can't hear a word he is saying. His face has me entranced. I just want to touch him.

Is his skin as soft as it looks? Does it feel like the finest silk? Does it taste like sweet sugar quills? Or like salted carmel? Salty with a sweet base.

Are his fingers as strong as they look? Can they grip a hand like they do a broom? Keeping someone safe as he does himself, high in the sky.

Are his broad shoulders as protective as they seem? To sheild the one he loves? To hold the one he cares about?

Fuck.

He has stopped talking and is now just looking at me. Those emerald eyes, staring. Those deep pools reading, examining, and scaring me.

My hands reach up to touch him. To feel the skin beneath my fingers. What am I doing?

I need.

I want.

Fuck.

I lean in towards him. I can smell him. Vanilla, treacle tart, and broom polish. It smells divine. What am I doing?

I need.

I want.

Fuck.

My body feels his heat. It feels like a cozy blanket at winter. Like a warm spring rain after a Seekers game. What am I doing?

I need.

I want.

Fuck.

I finally get to touch him. My hand to his face. Cupping his cheek, scared he will reject me. He leans into my hand.

I pull him closer. He takes a step in, our bodies heat becoming one flame.

The pad of my thumb makes a path, as I caress his face. Feeling each hair that has grown sense he shaved. Feeling the smooth skin above the rough.

Soft.

Rough.

Soft.

He sighs. His breath smells of Earl Gray tea, and sugar biskets. I want to taste him.

I place a hand on his waist. My hand grips the tight oblique muscle, never wanting to let go. My long finger gently massaging him.

He groans at my palpation. The sound is music to my ears. My body reacts. I can feel the burning want in my core.

His hands grab me. The strong seekers hands grip me like a snitch. I gasp and the electric shock it sends through my veins.

I am his.

He is mine.

His lips conquer mine. They fit perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece. Like yin and yang, perfect.

I am his.

He is mine.

His body holds me. Safely tucked in his arms. Again they fit. Perfectly molded for each other.

I am his.

He is mine.

I am lost in his being. Never to be found. Never to leave.

I am his.

He is mine.

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I hope you liked it.

Now for my recommendation...

Chasing Dream (2nd book in Chasing Butterflys trilogy)

By:
arty_writes

One of my all time favorite books and author. Please take the time to read her stories. She is the reason I fell in love with Artemis Fowl.

Love

Always_Hufflepuff