For albumconcepts: 6. "Chained to You"
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It has been too long, it has been too hard, it has been too cold.
They aren't even making love, so much as clinging together as though roped tight, inescapably, for each other. There aren't thrusts as much as rocking together, the whispered tenderness accentuated by sobs as often as moans; tears overwhelming pleasure easing out pain collected for months and months on end.
Neither of them meant it that way. She's imagined it tender and loving and forgiving and perfect; but there has been too much waiting, too much rejection, too much denial, too much fear, and mind and imagination are overcome by the heart and the body that just want to fuse with his. He's not allowed himself to imagine or hope at all, but his body and soul react with an urgency that holds on as tight, and moves with her just right.
They aren't two people who're giving pleasure to one another. They are one ball of limbs and bodies that twists back and forth, bound by a feeling of finally being home. It's easing and causing of pain; it's a shelter and it's a storm.
Not much will be fixed by a night like tonight. But each motion, each word, each droplet of sweat upon heated skin is a link of a chain. One begotten of their minds, forged in their hearts by her stubbornness, and sealed closed by their bodies. One night, a year ago, and tonight, and all the nights he no longer can doubt that will come.
Neither is aware how fast that chain will hold them. Where its weaknesses will burn and scar. Or how far it will take them.
But neither is oblivious.
Muse: Tonks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Album: Savage Garden - Affirmation
Word count: 283
It has been too long, it has been too hard, it has been too cold.
They aren't even making love, so much as clinging together as though roped tight, inescapably, for each other. There aren't thrusts as much as rocking together, the whispered tenderness accentuated by sobs as often as moans; tears overwhelming pleasure easing out pain collected for months and months on end.
Neither of them meant it that way. She's imagined it tender and loving and forgiving and perfect; but there has been too much waiting, too much rejection, too much denial, too much fear, and mind and imagination are overcome by the heart and the body that just want to fuse with his. He's not allowed himself to imagine or hope at all, but his body and soul react with an urgency that holds on as tight, and moves with her just right.
They aren't two people who're giving pleasure to one another. They are one ball of limbs and bodies that twists back and forth, bound by a feeling of finally being home. It's easing and causing of pain; it's a shelter and it's a storm.
Not much will be fixed by a night like tonight. But each motion, each word, each droplet of sweat upon heated skin is a link of a chain. One begotten of their minds, forged in their hearts by her stubbornness, and sealed closed by their bodies. One night, a year ago, and tonight, and all the nights he no longer can doubt that will come.
Neither is aware how fast that chain will hold them. Where its weaknesses will burn and scar. Or how far it will take them.
But neither is oblivious.
Muse: Tonks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Album: Savage Garden - Affirmation
Word count: 283