Midwinter, prompt 22 | Awakening (Harry Potter)
Title: Awakening
Author: shimotsuki
Prompt: #22 | dormant
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters & Pairings: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating & Warnings: PG-13 | thorough kissing
Word Count: 185 words
Summary: It took everything Remus had to keep denying himself what he wanted most for so long. But now the dam has broken.
Awakening
Her fingers brushed gently along his cheek, traced his eyebrow, tangled in his hair.
His heart slammed against his ribs like the wings of a trapped, panicked bird. Surely it would shatter.
Her hand tugged his head lower. Her lips slid along his jaw, searing his skin.
He tried to keep breathing, catching half a ragged gulp of air before her lips covered his for a long, searching kiss-oh, great gods, how many cold desperate nights had he spent trying not to dream of exactly this?-and now he couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull away from the sweet taste of her, from the feverish blaze her tongue sparked where it swept against his.
He had spent all his strength trying to push her away, keep his distance. Keep her safe.
Now he had no strength left.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him, letting her warmth fill the void in his heart left by grief and loneliness and fear.
This new joy-it frightened him.
But not as much as the thought that he might never have found it at all.
~ fin ~
Author: shimotsuki
Prompt: #22 | dormant
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters & Pairings: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating & Warnings: PG-13 | thorough kissing
Word Count: 185 words
Summary: It took everything Remus had to keep denying himself what he wanted most for so long. But now the dam has broken.
Awakening
Her fingers brushed gently along his cheek, traced his eyebrow, tangled in his hair.
His heart slammed against his ribs like the wings of a trapped, panicked bird. Surely it would shatter.
Her hand tugged his head lower. Her lips slid along his jaw, searing his skin.
He tried to keep breathing, catching half a ragged gulp of air before her lips covered his for a long, searching kiss-oh, great gods, how many cold desperate nights had he spent trying not to dream of exactly this?-and now he couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull away from the sweet taste of her, from the feverish blaze her tongue sparked where it swept against his.
He had spent all his strength trying to push her away, keep his distance. Keep her safe.
Now he had no strength left.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him, letting her warmth fill the void in his heart left by grief and loneliness and fear.
This new joy-it frightened him.
But not as much as the thought that he might never have found it at all.
~ fin ~