[ second - visual - very VERY public ]

[thefeelingsburn]

[ For those of you who don't know her, this...somewhat disheveled-looking young woman is Justine, and she's up for a nice hour of glaring at her phone. Some people might recognize bits of Harry's bedroom around her and...yeah those would be Harry's blankets she's tangled in, but the wizard doesn't seem to be present at the moment. Probably for

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[still public, despite what Thomas thinks]

[godofcologne]

[clearly frustrated]

And tell her what, Harry, that the last time I touched her I nearly killed her?

[godofcologne]

[he reaches out for her then, not to draw her to him, not yet, but to run his fingers through the silken fall of her dark hair, to feel that familiar quicksilver aura that had sustained and saved him.

If she'd asked, he would have told her he was different, was far from the man he'd been when they'd first met, but his actions would have given lie to the words he believed. So maybe it was for the best that she didn't ask.

He simply smiled, his eyes never wavering from hers, the gesture all too human despite the silver that danced in his eyes like starlight.]

You always do. What else do you want to know?

[thefeelingsburn]

[ Her eyes close momentarily as his fingers run through her hair. For a few seconds she loses herself in that comfort, allows other thoughts to drift away. The distraction doesn't last long, but it's enough for her to refocus.

She almost asks how. When. But it's better not to know the answer to that. She'll know the time when it comes, has known for quite a while now that it might come someday. Why linger on it now?

Slowly, she shifts again, just enough that she can watch him easier. She breathes deeply, readying herself for whatever he might answer with, and looks back to his eyes. Already he has made her life better than what it had been, or could have been. Justine shakes her head. ]

I won't question you, Thomas.

[godofcologne]

[He shifts in response, lying down on the bed with her so he can be closer, for it to be easier to touch and for the tips of his fingers to linger on any and every familiar curve. Harry was probably going to burn the sheets anyway.

Her simple answer hurts, despite the fact that he knew she didn't mean for it to. It reminds him of what he'd done with that trust she'd shown, of how he had willingly let her walk into the den of wolves, and all for him.

All for nothing.

He untangles his hand from her hair, fingers running along the line of her jaw to rest against her chin as she watched him. He could drown in those eyes, would do so willingly again and again. He leans in to kiss her properly, the Hunger sinking deeper into her with the simple intimacy, and yet not ever enough to satisfy]

Then remember that if the choice is every between you and me, to always choose you.

[thefeelingsburn]

[ She tentatively reaches for him in turn, fingers lingering over his face and eyebrows knit as she tries to piece things together. There isn't much to work with just now, and she would much rather not think about it anyway. The tips of her fingers trail down his neck to his shoulder as he leans in.

It's easy to let herself go into his kiss, familiar and warm. Her focus wavers as he rushes through her, and she only gives a half-nod and a small noise of recognition in response. If it comes to it, even now, she would still choose him over her. She isn't sure why, but she would. He doesn't need to know that, though. ]

I'll remember. [ She won't promise. ]

[godofcologne]

[He wants her to promise, but the feel of her lips against his is something he'd been dreaming of for years, and he loses himself in the simple pleasure long enough for the worry to fade. After all, they had only been together a few years for her. Surely her sense of self-preservation would outweigh any feelings she'd have for him at this point.

Right?

He pulls away with obvious reluctance, savoring the taste of her lingering on his tongue, and brushes Justine's hair out of her face with a careful hand. As afraid as he is of hurting her, the fact that she knows eases a weight off his shoulders, and he cannot deny the simple fact that he's missed her, in every sense of the word. There's a thread of the old, mischievous humour in his voice when he speaks again.]

You know, I'm pretty sure Harry is going to burn these sheets anyway...

[he was just going to have to be careful. He had to.]

[thefeelingsburn]

[ She's more than ready to let all of her go into him at this point, and the look she gives him at his statement is filled with both entertainment and desire.

In response, she presses herself closer to him, her breath significantly shorter. Her hands are no longer shaking as they run over whatever part of him they can reach, and her mouth moves to quiet him.

They can get Harry new sheets later. ]

[outtabubblegum]

It's the closest either of us is going to get.

[finally locking to Harry]

[godofcologne]

It won't end nearly as well as the first time.

[Locked]

[outtabubblegum]

Maybe not with how you are now, but I believe you can be better.

[Locked]

[godofcologne]

Drop the Mr. Rogers impression, Harry. It isn't going to get you anywhere.

[TIME FOR ALICE'S TWO CENTS]

[wantsaporsche]

Pardon?

[godofcologne]

...

Private conversation, Tinkerbell.

[wantsaporsche]

Not for a very long time, Thomas. You might want to check that out.

[godofcologne]

[he takes a moment to scroll through everything] Empty night.

So let me guess, you have an opinion?

[wantsaporsche]

You should already know I have an opinion on everything and, like most things, you're being an idiot.