Her Taste (Harry Potter)
Title: Her Taste
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: She tastes like cherry lip balm and peppermint tea, and he can't get enough.
AN: Written with prompt #16 Taste from quill_it (and 100quills )
#16 Taste
It was forbidden. He knew that. But the taste of her on his lips sent him reeling with desire. James would kill him if he knew what they did during the Winter Holidays.
It wasn’t as if he meant for this to happen. He was drunk and she took care of him. Without even a conscious thought, he kissed her. She tasted of cherry lip balm and the peppermint tea she just sipped. It snowballed from there.
He ran his tongue along her lips as he memorized every line and curve of her face with his fingers. She didn’t say no when his hand slid up her blouse nor when he unbuttoned her tight bellbottoms that left little to the imagination. She didn’t complain when they were both naked on the Common Room floor or when he gently kissed each beautiful curve.
He kissed her again and again as he thrust into her, sweat beading on her forehead. His lips memorized the taste to recall later when they were separate. He wanted to remember … needed to remember. She came with a strangled cry and he not soon after, panting, his heart racing. He kissed her one last time, tasting the cherry lip balm mixed with sweat.
Days later, James was back and they pretended it never happened. But every once in a while he would catch a whiff of her perfume and his mouth would water. One more kiss wouldn’t hurt. She was like a drug and he was addicted. Just one more kiss. Just one more taste
.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: She tastes like cherry lip balm and peppermint tea, and he can't get enough.
AN: Written with prompt #16 Taste from quill_it (and 100quills )
#16 Taste
It was forbidden. He knew that. But the taste of her on his lips sent him reeling with desire. James would kill him if he knew what they did during the Winter Holidays.
It wasn’t as if he meant for this to happen. He was drunk and she took care of him. Without even a conscious thought, he kissed her. She tasted of cherry lip balm and the peppermint tea she just sipped. It snowballed from there.
He ran his tongue along her lips as he memorized every line and curve of her face with his fingers. She didn’t say no when his hand slid up her blouse nor when he unbuttoned her tight bellbottoms that left little to the imagination. She didn’t complain when they were both naked on the Common Room floor or when he gently kissed each beautiful curve.
He kissed her again and again as he thrust into her, sweat beading on her forehead. His lips memorized the taste to recall later when they were separate. He wanted to remember … needed to remember. She came with a strangled cry and he not soon after, panting, his heart racing. He kissed her one last time, tasting the cherry lip balm mixed with sweat.
Days later, James was back and they pretended it never happened. But every once in a while he would catch a whiff of her perfume and his mouth would water. One more kiss wouldn’t hurt. She was like a drug and he was addicted. Just one more kiss. Just one more taste
.