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FIC--You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This
Title: You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This
Pairing: ?
Rating: PG 13
Words: 1734
Summary: I told her that night, “You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean it like that.” She surprised me by kissing me rather than arguing with me, as was her custom. I never knew she could kiss like that or who taught her. I don’t care anymore. All her kisses are for me now.
Author’s Note: The title is inspired by Toby Keith’s song of the same title. This is something that I began thinking about while getting a massage on my birthday and I had to tend to the plot bunny right away because it was a very special one. The pairing is left ambiguous on purpose, and I am sure everyone will have their own theories. This is unbetaed, so please point out any errors you may find. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This
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Pairing: ?
Rating: PG 13
Words: 1734
Summary: I told her that night, “You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean it like that.” She surprised me by kissing me rather than arguing with me, as was her custom. I never knew she could kiss like that or who taught her. I don’t care anymore. All her kisses are for me now.
Author’s Note: The title is inspired by Toby Keith’s song of the same title. This is something that I began thinking about while getting a massage on my birthday and I had to tend to the plot bunny right away because it was a very special one. The pairing is left ambiguous on purpose, and I am sure everyone will have their own theories. This is unbetaed, so please point out any errors you may find. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
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I looked at her as moonlight played across her face and I wondered why she was here with me. Why she loved me. Why she put up with all the shite that I have ever caused. I sighed heavily and got out of the bed, pulled on my boxers and headed down to the kitchen to get a drink of water, careful not to wake up the others. As I looked out the window, glass in hand, I couldn’t help but think about what has brought us here. It all went back to one kiss.
One kiss and I knew that all pretence of friendship was broken.
One kiss was all it took to wipe away all memories of other women, other kisses, other fantasies, leaving me with her. And only her.
I told her that night, “You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean it like that.” She surprised me by kissing me rather than arguing with me, as was her custom. I never knew she could kiss like that or who taught her. I don’t care anymore. All her kisses are for me now.
Shaking my head, I laughed softly into the dark of the kitchen and gladly allow my memories wash over me.
One kiss and I knew that all pretence of friendship was broken.
One kiss was all it took to wipe away all memories of other women, other kisses, other fantasies, leaving me with her. And only her.
I told her that night, “You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean it like that.” She surprised me by kissing me rather than arguing with me, as was her custom. I never knew she could kiss like that or who taught her. I don’t care anymore. All her kisses are for me now.
Shaking my head, I laughed softly into the dark of the kitchen and gladly allow my memories wash over me.
We were at The Burrow for Bill’s wedding. I moped. I sulked. I tried to avoid what I was feeling but my senses took in everything about her. I saw the way her hair bounced as she walked. I heard the gentle swoosh of the dress she wore. I smelled the fragrance of her perfume. I felt the softness of her skin as I held her when I danced with her. I could almost taste the lipstick she wore on her lips. I was dying inside but never felt more alive.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been so quiet.” She sat down next to me and took my hand in hers, sending shock waves through my skin. I began to sweat.
“N..nothing’s wrong. I’m just scared about what’s going to happen when we leave.”
“I’m scared, too. And this is what’s going to happen: Voldemort will die. We may lose people along the way, but things will be better than when we started.” She always did have a way of saying things that put my mind at ease and make me feel better.
“How can you be so sure?”
“How can I not be? It’s what has to be done and there’s no one else to do it. I know I will sleep better at night knowing you are out there trying to make the world a better place.” As she finished speaking, a flash of coloured fireworks lit up the sky behind her. She looked beautiful. More beautiful than I ever noticed before.
“You’re beautiful, did you know that?” I reached out and stroked her cheekbone and watched her lashes close, as if she savoured my touch. When she opened her eyes, they locked with mine. I think I drowned in her brown eyes and knew that things would never be the same between us again. I had known her for what seemed like forever, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. Clearing my throat, I choked out, “Come with me. I need to tell you say something.”
I took her hand and led her across the garden path and managed to get rid of Fred and George, who were trying to follow us. Their cheeky grins told me what no amount of words from them could and I felt like I was going to do something wrong. But one look at her told me that there was nothing more right in the world.
We were quiet as we walked and all my energy was focused on trying to organise my thoughts to make sure that the words were the right ones. I didn’t want to sound stupid. I wanted to be eloquent because isn’t that what they expect? I shook my head when doubts entered my mind, quietly telling myself I could never be eloquent.
“Here. Stop.” We stood near a stone bench in the garden, about five metres from the backdoor. I helped her sit down and took her hand again. Butterflies turned into Cornish pixies inside my stomach and I had to take a deep breath to keep from releasing my dinner onto her dress.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes were full of concern and it made me love her all the more.
“No. Yes. I don’t know.” This wasn’t going at all the way I though it would.
“You don’t look so good.”
“Oh thanks. That’s just what I need to hear right now.” If I had a mirror, I think my skin would have looked like an old pickle, a washed out, sickly green.
“Well, what do you want to tell me? I don’t understand why you had to bring me all the way over here to do it.”
“Because I don’t want everybody hear me tell you that I love you.” Oh God. I wasn’t supposed to blurt it out like that.
I was supposed to tell her about how every time I saw her, my knees felt weak. I was supposed to tell her that she made me feel important and worthy of more than I ever imagined. I was supposed to tell her how I watched her grow from a girl to a young lady to the beautiful woman sitting in front of me and each step of the way, she possessed a little bit more of my heart. I was supposed to tell her that all the detentions, all the rule-breaking, all the misery we’d suffered together made me fall in love with her and each minute I’d ever spent with her was like a precious gift. I was supposed to tell her that the prospect of fighting Voldemort without her knowing I loved her was a fate worse than losing to Slytherin.
“What?” For the first time, I couldn’t read her face. “Say that again?” Her voice was low, sultry and breathy. My heart was heavy and began thumping against my chest, feeling like a hammer smashing a pumpkin.
“I said that I’m in love with you and have been for ages. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I wasted all this time, and now who knows when this will all end. I just can’t leave without you knowing.”
Her next reaction surprised me. I was expecting a slap on the face or an argument. But what I got was even better.
She leaned forward and took my face in her hands, pulling me towards her. And then her lips, those full lush lips that haunted my dreams for years, touched mine ever so softly and I felt myself kiss her back.
She moved her lips gently across mine and then she ran her tongue over my lower lip and I immediately opened my mouth and responded with my own tongue chasing hers, sucking it into my mouth, and finally, touching hers with mine. I was in heaven. I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her into my lap, not caring that she could feel the hardness in my lap.
She moaned. I had never heard a sexier sound than that, and it only served to make the kiss harder and make me dizzy. This is what I’d wanted since I began noticing girls and now, having it all at once was liberating. And frightening.
Reluctantly, I pulled back and looked at her deep dark eyes. “You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean in like that.” There was silence. For a minute there, I thought she was going to bolt.
Instead, she smiled at me coyly and whispered, “I love you too.” Then she kissed me again.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been so quiet.” She sat down next to me and took my hand in hers, sending shock waves through my skin. I began to sweat.
“N..nothing’s wrong. I’m just scared about what’s going to happen when we leave.”
“I’m scared, too. And this is what’s going to happen: Voldemort will die. We may lose people along the way, but things will be better than when we started.” She always did have a way of saying things that put my mind at ease and make me feel better.
“How can you be so sure?”
“How can I not be? It’s what has to be done and there’s no one else to do it. I know I will sleep better at night knowing you are out there trying to make the world a better place.” As she finished speaking, a flash of coloured fireworks lit up the sky behind her. She looked beautiful. More beautiful than I ever noticed before.
“You’re beautiful, did you know that?” I reached out and stroked her cheekbone and watched her lashes close, as if she savoured my touch. When she opened her eyes, they locked with mine. I think I drowned in her brown eyes and knew that things would never be the same between us again. I had known her for what seemed like forever, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. Clearing my throat, I choked out, “Come with me. I need to tell you say something.”
I took her hand and led her across the garden path and managed to get rid of Fred and George, who were trying to follow us. Their cheeky grins told me what no amount of words from them could and I felt like I was going to do something wrong. But one look at her told me that there was nothing more right in the world.
We were quiet as we walked and all my energy was focused on trying to organise my thoughts to make sure that the words were the right ones. I didn’t want to sound stupid. I wanted to be eloquent because isn’t that what they expect? I shook my head when doubts entered my mind, quietly telling myself I could never be eloquent.
“Here. Stop.” We stood near a stone bench in the garden, about five metres from the backdoor. I helped her sit down and took her hand again. Butterflies turned into Cornish pixies inside my stomach and I had to take a deep breath to keep from releasing my dinner onto her dress.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes were full of concern and it made me love her all the more.
“No. Yes. I don’t know.” This wasn’t going at all the way I though it would.
“You don’t look so good.”
“Oh thanks. That’s just what I need to hear right now.” If I had a mirror, I think my skin would have looked like an old pickle, a washed out, sickly green.
“Well, what do you want to tell me? I don’t understand why you had to bring me all the way over here to do it.”
“Because I don’t want everybody hear me tell you that I love you.” Oh God. I wasn’t supposed to blurt it out like that.
I was supposed to tell her about how every time I saw her, my knees felt weak. I was supposed to tell her that she made me feel important and worthy of more than I ever imagined. I was supposed to tell her how I watched her grow from a girl to a young lady to the beautiful woman sitting in front of me and each step of the way, she possessed a little bit more of my heart. I was supposed to tell her that all the detentions, all the rule-breaking, all the misery we’d suffered together made me fall in love with her and each minute I’d ever spent with her was like a precious gift. I was supposed to tell her that the prospect of fighting Voldemort without her knowing I loved her was a fate worse than losing to Slytherin.
“What?” For the first time, I couldn’t read her face. “Say that again?” Her voice was low, sultry and breathy. My heart was heavy and began thumping against my chest, feeling like a hammer smashing a pumpkin.
“I said that I’m in love with you and have been for ages. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I wasted all this time, and now who knows when this will all end. I just can’t leave without you knowing.”
Her next reaction surprised me. I was expecting a slap on the face or an argument. But what I got was even better.
She leaned forward and took my face in her hands, pulling me towards her. And then her lips, those full lush lips that haunted my dreams for years, touched mine ever so softly and I felt myself kiss her back.
She moved her lips gently across mine and then she ran her tongue over my lower lip and I immediately opened my mouth and responded with my own tongue chasing hers, sucking it into my mouth, and finally, touching hers with mine. I was in heaven. I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her into my lap, not caring that she could feel the hardness in my lap.
She moaned. I had never heard a sexier sound than that, and it only served to make the kiss harder and make me dizzy. This is what I’d wanted since I began noticing girls and now, having it all at once was liberating. And frightening.
Reluctantly, I pulled back and looked at her deep dark eyes. “You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean in like that.” There was silence. For a minute there, I thought she was going to bolt.
Instead, she smiled at me coyly and whispered, “I love you too.” Then she kissed me again.
The chiming of the clock roused me from my thoughts and I stared out the window into the dark night. Taking the last gulp of water, I sighed and turned around to find her standing there. She had developed a knack for walking without sound, and that particular talent bothered me for some reason.
“I missed you up there,” she said, reaching for my glass, filling it with water for herself. “Come back to bed.” She drank the water and then set it in the sink awkwardly and the two of us watched it fall over onto the mat.
“Well, since you asked nicely,” I agreed and placed my hand on her belly which had exploded in recent weeks with our baby. “And how is the little one? Was it really the empty bed that woke you up or the little Quidditch player?”
“You flatter yourself, you really do. It was my bladder, for your information.” She punched me lightly on the forearm and then stood on her tiptoes, placing a kiss on my cheek. “What were you thinking about all alone here in the dark?”
“Nothing. You. Me. Everything.” Truth was I never stopped thinking about her, even when I was dodging hexes and Killing Curses. She was always on my mind and the prospect that I would no longer have the opportunity to hold her in my arms was my driving force. “Come on then. Let’s get some sleep.” Taking her hand, I led her up the stairs back to our room on the third floor, as the children have taken over the room at the very top. The door across the hall is closed and I discover that the Silencing Charms have been neglected.
“I thought they were more discreet than that.” She hid her smile behind one of her delicate hands.
“I think with those particular children of theirs, they take whatever time alone they can find.” I chuckle right along with her and she opens the door to the room and I follow.
“Tell me what you were really thinking about.” She crossed her arms across her bosom and I know better than to lie.
“I was thinking about Bill’s wedding. On the bench. When you kissed me.”
“Oh, really? When I kissed you like this?” Before I could react, she began kissing me in earnest in the same slow, intoxicating way she did all those years ago. She broke away from me, breathless and beautiful.
“You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean it like that. If you do, baby, kiss me again.” And she did.
“I missed you up there,” she said, reaching for my glass, filling it with water for herself. “Come back to bed.” She drank the water and then set it in the sink awkwardly and the two of us watched it fall over onto the mat.
“Well, since you asked nicely,” I agreed and placed my hand on her belly which had exploded in recent weeks with our baby. “And how is the little one? Was it really the empty bed that woke you up or the little Quidditch player?”
“You flatter yourself, you really do. It was my bladder, for your information.” She punched me lightly on the forearm and then stood on her tiptoes, placing a kiss on my cheek. “What were you thinking about all alone here in the dark?”
“Nothing. You. Me. Everything.” Truth was I never stopped thinking about her, even when I was dodging hexes and Killing Curses. She was always on my mind and the prospect that I would no longer have the opportunity to hold her in my arms was my driving force. “Come on then. Let’s get some sleep.” Taking her hand, I led her up the stairs back to our room on the third floor, as the children have taken over the room at the very top. The door across the hall is closed and I discover that the Silencing Charms have been neglected.
“I thought they were more discreet than that.” She hid her smile behind one of her delicate hands.
“I think with those particular children of theirs, they take whatever time alone they can find.” I chuckle right along with her and she opens the door to the room and I follow.
“Tell me what you were really thinking about.” She crossed her arms across her bosom and I know better than to lie.
“I was thinking about Bill’s wedding. On the bench. When you kissed me.”
“Oh, really? When I kissed you like this?” Before I could react, she began kissing me in earnest in the same slow, intoxicating way she did all those years ago. She broke away from me, breathless and beautiful.
“You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean it like that. If you do, baby, kiss me again.” And she did.