philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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Flames ignite across Maria's skin as Regulus' fingers trail down her neck, their lips caught in a lustful kiss as the shorter girl hurriedly undoes the first few buttons of Regulus' shirt but the dark haired boy grab she'd wrists to stop her, pinning them above her head. She feels her lips become red at the rough contact but she doesn't care as his other hand — the one not holding her wrists — slides down her side and grips onto her hip tightly.
Maria manages to wriggle free from Regulus' grasp and tangled her fingers in his tousled locks, running them through the soft strands. There's a certain sense of passion and ecstasy in the air as Regulus' hands slide down and grip the back of Maria's thighs as she jumps slightly, wrapping the around his torso.
Regulus had missed the feeling of his skin on hers, missed running his hands across her fair skin and tugging at the hair on the back of her head whilst he kissed her neck. He's craved every inch of her since the moment he walked away in the wild flowers of that meadow.
"You sure you want to go there?" Regulus pants against her lips but his eyes close and his head tilts back slightly when she moves herself over the bulge in his trousers, revealing his prominent Adam's apple and jaw.
"Would I still be here if I didn't?" Maria asks rhetorically and Regulus smirks the slightest, grabbing beneath her thighs instead of around her waist and throwing her onto the soft, emerald sheets of his bed in the dormitory.
He clambers over her but Maria had already got back up onto her knees and leans up to kiss him, sliding her hand down his chest, all the while unbuttoning his shirt.
Regulus panics for a moment as she slides it off his shoulders, his left forearm burning like someone is holding a red hot iron bar onto it but then remembers the spell he'd placed on it when they spent the night together in their underwear and lets out the smallest breath of relief.
"Ah." Regulus smirks, grabbing her wrist when she goes to undo his belt buckle and she frowns up at him. "How many times?"
Maria raises an eyebrow, confused, "what?"
Regulus had slowly moved her so her back was to his chest and he tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, his lips trailing up her shoulder as he moves her top off it. His lips stop right before Maria's ear, his warm breath tickling behind it as the Potter girl's breathing gets shallower, feeling slightly intimidated.
"How. . .many times. . .did my brother make you finish?" Regulus whispers lowly and in a slight disgust.
"Twice, two amazing—" he cuts off her teasing tone by pressing down slightly on her underwear, making her gasp and lean back into his chest a little.
