Trying to Say Goodbye
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3,959
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7
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Trying to Say Goodbye
Title: Trying to Say Goodbye
Author: Chibimono Akuno
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: very slashy smut and a heaping helping of angst, unbeta\'ed.
A/N: This was actually a gift to several different people. They know who they are. ^_^
Hidden in an alcove behind a tapestry, we found ourselves naked and wanting. Maybe I was drugged, as I don\'t believe I have ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted him at that moment. His green eyes stared at me and I just knew he wanted me just the same.
I didn\'t know passion could be so hot that it burned. I was on fire, my body, heart, and soul were flaming with the need to be posessed. I actually ached in ways that I never knew were possible. As many times as we have met for our risque secret meetings, I do believe this is the first time I have ever felt this way towards him.
Like I could never get enough of him.
And I know I feel this way because tomorrow we board the train from Howarts. Leave and never return. The two of us getting off the train and walking away from each other and into two seperate worlds.
Is it bad for me to want to kill us both right now, in the mist of our passion, while we have the last of what we will ever have together of each other? Is it wrong to want to die right now with him in hopes of being together forever on some other plan of existance? Do I really have to let him go after tonight?
His hands are on me, all over me, touching and caressing me. With those incredible green eyes, he looks at me and I watch them fill with tears. He touches his thumb to my cheek and wipes away a wetness I did not know was there. I\'m crying... crying for you and what we will never have again. Please cry for me, too...
His tears spill and we kiss. It\'s gentle and tender, but not at all calm. Our tongues colide, tasting and twining... and it\'s not at all like our violent history of hating and bitter hurting of each other. We\'ve long since passed our wishing of pain on each other. He saved my life one day... it seems like forever since... and he made me realise that I\'ve been hating the wrong person all along.
I\'d do anything to stay with him, touching and kissing and feeling his body against mine forever, but it\'s not my place to get what I want. He knows it as well as I do as we tumble down onto the pile of our clothes on the stone floor. I clung to him, wanting to sob.
He touched me, whispering with his passion-rasped voice that now was not the time to be sad, that the rest of our tears should wait and be joyful ones after the war was over.
Oh Great Morganna... the war was coming...
Yet, with gentle hands and a skillful mouth, he made me forget my fears for just a little while. He had me writhing senselessly as he worked me into a mind blowing orgasm to collect my seed to prepare me for more pleasure.
I will miss this, his tender questing fingers that worked me open and the moans he made while doing it. I know he is thinking of being inside me that makes that groan come from so deep in his chest. I know, because he will look up at me and give me that ever deliciously wicked smile that only serves me to want him more.
He makes a small humming sound as he pulls his fingers out and brings our bodies together like a jigsaw puzzle. It sounds like he might be singing some song at the back of his throat, but I can never make out clearly what it is. I\'ve never asked him. Perhaps someday I will...
And then he is inside me. So slowly, he pushes forward, just a bit, and lets me relax around him. He moves just a bit more, just a bit more, more, more, more, until his is all the way inside, his whole body trembling from control and the desperate want to move. When I am ready for him, I tighten my muscles around him, drawing him in that last bit that he was unable to go on his own.
He moves. In and out. Slowly at first, trying to find a rhythm we can both use. When he picks the one that matches the beating of our hearts, he picks up the pace significantly, and I\'m near to crying once again... but this time because he\'s making me feel so good.
I tell him harder and faster, and he complies, wanting whatever I want, wanting me to make noise, because he loves it when I\'m screaming for him. And I do. I cry out wordless odes of love mix with demands to be fucked into the stonefloor. I\'ll be bruised, but you have no idea how worth it it really is. Especially when we part this time... I want the pain and the markings to linger for as long as they can... just to remember him by.
He fucks me as hard as he can, his hips snapping forward to slap hard agains my arse, impaling me with his thickness and drawing out my soul into his. He\'s panting and moaning, bearly able to stay above m his his arms that are planted on either side of my head. His sweat drips down his face and onto my hot flesh. I wrap my legs tightly around his body, and just want him to keep driving into me. Drive into me and through me and and get lost in me so I never have to let him go...
His long and deep strokes because quick and fast. He\'s nearing the end of his endurance and his body just wants to release. He aims now for the right spot and I\'m screaming, gripping so violently is sis shoulders that he will be bruised for days. Over and over he hits just what I need, moaning and gasping with me, as he falls over the edge and over onto me, his hips working mindlessly now that his instincts have taken over him. He\'s coming in waves of hot wetness that bathe my insides with his essescense and just the thought, with the last few strikes against my prostate, sends me to spasiming and a near blackout.
The rest of the night was spent clinging and crying. How pathetic is sounds, but really... I burn for him, and without him, I\'m afraid my flame will go out. I don\'t want to be separated. I\'ve learned so many things about him that I have come to realise I can not live without.
The most important of all is love for me.
The morning came, and the Leaving Feast went... and so did the Hogwarts train with us on it. We pretended that our world together never exsisted, because, really, outside of our world together is the world thatld nld never handle what we have. Maybe one day... after the war... maybe...
We stood there, the last ones on Platform Nine and Three-quarters, and tried to think of a way to say goodbye. It\'s hard to really find one when you know it\'s going to mean forever if things don\'t go well.
Finally, he says to me, \"There is still hope. I can save you, Draco.\"
All I can do is give him a small smirk as my father appears to collect me and hope he understands me when I whisper to him, \"You already have.\"
~ the end ~
Author: Chibimono Akuno
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: very slashy smut and a heaping helping of angst, unbeta\'ed.
A/N: This was actually a gift to several different people. They know who they are. ^_^
Hidden in an alcove behind a tapestry, we found ourselves naked and wanting. Maybe I was drugged, as I don\'t believe I have ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted him at that moment. His green eyes stared at me and I just knew he wanted me just the same.
I didn\'t know passion could be so hot that it burned. I was on fire, my body, heart, and soul were flaming with the need to be posessed. I actually ached in ways that I never knew were possible. As many times as we have met for our risque secret meetings, I do believe this is the first time I have ever felt this way towards him.
Like I could never get enough of him.
And I know I feel this way because tomorrow we board the train from Howarts. Leave and never return. The two of us getting off the train and walking away from each other and into two seperate worlds.
Is it bad for me to want to kill us both right now, in the mist of our passion, while we have the last of what we will ever have together of each other? Is it wrong to want to die right now with him in hopes of being together forever on some other plan of existance? Do I really have to let him go after tonight?
His hands are on me, all over me, touching and caressing me. With those incredible green eyes, he looks at me and I watch them fill with tears. He touches his thumb to my cheek and wipes away a wetness I did not know was there. I\'m crying... crying for you and what we will never have again. Please cry for me, too...
His tears spill and we kiss. It\'s gentle and tender, but not at all calm. Our tongues colide, tasting and twining... and it\'s not at all like our violent history of hating and bitter hurting of each other. We\'ve long since passed our wishing of pain on each other. He saved my life one day... it seems like forever since... and he made me realise that I\'ve been hating the wrong person all along.
I\'d do anything to stay with him, touching and kissing and feeling his body against mine forever, but it\'s not my place to get what I want. He knows it as well as I do as we tumble down onto the pile of our clothes on the stone floor. I clung to him, wanting to sob.
He touched me, whispering with his passion-rasped voice that now was not the time to be sad, that the rest of our tears should wait and be joyful ones after the war was over.
Oh Great Morganna... the war was coming...
Yet, with gentle hands and a skillful mouth, he made me forget my fears for just a little while. He had me writhing senselessly as he worked me into a mind blowing orgasm to collect my seed to prepare me for more pleasure.
I will miss this, his tender questing fingers that worked me open and the moans he made while doing it. I know he is thinking of being inside me that makes that groan come from so deep in his chest. I know, because he will look up at me and give me that ever deliciously wicked smile that only serves me to want him more.
He makes a small humming sound as he pulls his fingers out and brings our bodies together like a jigsaw puzzle. It sounds like he might be singing some song at the back of his throat, but I can never make out clearly what it is. I\'ve never asked him. Perhaps someday I will...
And then he is inside me. So slowly, he pushes forward, just a bit, and lets me relax around him. He moves just a bit more, just a bit more, more, more, more, until his is all the way inside, his whole body trembling from control and the desperate want to move. When I am ready for him, I tighten my muscles around him, drawing him in that last bit that he was unable to go on his own.
He moves. In and out. Slowly at first, trying to find a rhythm we can both use. When he picks the one that matches the beating of our hearts, he picks up the pace significantly, and I\'m near to crying once again... but this time because he\'s making me feel so good.
I tell him harder and faster, and he complies, wanting whatever I want, wanting me to make noise, because he loves it when I\'m screaming for him. And I do. I cry out wordless odes of love mix with demands to be fucked into the stonefloor. I\'ll be bruised, but you have no idea how worth it it really is. Especially when we part this time... I want the pain and the markings to linger for as long as they can... just to remember him by.
He fucks me as hard as he can, his hips snapping forward to slap hard agains my arse, impaling me with his thickness and drawing out my soul into his. He\'s panting and moaning, bearly able to stay above m his his arms that are planted on either side of my head. His sweat drips down his face and onto my hot flesh. I wrap my legs tightly around his body, and just want him to keep driving into me. Drive into me and through me and and get lost in me so I never have to let him go...
His long and deep strokes because quick and fast. He\'s nearing the end of his endurance and his body just wants to release. He aims now for the right spot and I\'m screaming, gripping so violently is sis shoulders that he will be bruised for days. Over and over he hits just what I need, moaning and gasping with me, as he falls over the edge and over onto me, his hips working mindlessly now that his instincts have taken over him. He\'s coming in waves of hot wetness that bathe my insides with his essescense and just the thought, with the last few strikes against my prostate, sends me to spasiming and a near blackout.
The rest of the night was spent clinging and crying. How pathetic is sounds, but really... I burn for him, and without him, I\'m afraid my flame will go out. I don\'t want to be separated. I\'ve learned so many things about him that I have come to realise I can not live without.
The most important of all is love for me.
The morning came, and the Leaving Feast went... and so did the Hogwarts train with us on it. We pretended that our world together never exsisted, because, really, outside of our world together is the world thatld nld never handle what we have. Maybe one day... after the war... maybe...
We stood there, the last ones on Platform Nine and Three-quarters, and tried to think of a way to say goodbye. It\'s hard to really find one when you know it\'s going to mean forever if things don\'t go well.
Finally, he says to me, \"There is still hope. I can save you, Draco.\"
All I can do is give him a small smirk as my father appears to collect me and hope he understands me when I whisper to him, \"You already have.\"
~ the end ~