Pansy/Neville
The light coming in from the window was jarring to her senses. She never went to bed without a silk eye mask and was sorely missing the blackout curtains of her own flat. How like him to want the light to stream uninhibited. He would always seek the light, and it, him.
Pansy was a creature of the dark.
She shifted quietly out of bed and onto the pads of her feet as she pulled up his rumpled white oxford from the floor. She turned to find his side of the bed empty.
Lightly combing her fingers through her hair, she took a moment to replay their night together. He was so gentle with her. More than she deserved. It was mere moments between him fumbling with the door to his flat to them suddenly in his bed, him bringing her to her second sequential orgasm with a lopsided grin on his face.
“Alright, Pans?” He searched her face, as if her disheveled dress and hair weren’t enough of a clue to how perfectly content she was to let him go for orgasm three on his glorious cock. It had no business being that beautiful.
She buttoned the Oxford and tiptoed to the bathroom. He’ll want her gone soon. She was used to that. Most wizards did, and in fact, she preferred it. The morning after obligations were so tedious. No need to fuss.
She was making her way back to the room to collect her clothes when she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist.
He kissed the soft skin under her ear. “I knew if I left you, you’d try and run.”
“I wasn’t running. It’s just easier this way.”
He stepped back to take her in. “You should always wear my clothes.” He reached his hand inside the shirt grazing her skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps as he rested his fingers on the outline of her hip.
“Actually, scratch that. I much prefer you in nothing.”
He clasped her hand and pulled her back onto the bed until both their limbs were intertwined.
It may have been nothing. It may have been just two strong arms holding her in bed. It didn’t stop her heart from filling with the heavy ache of how good it felt just to be held by him.
She still considered leaving before she’s tucked deeper into his warm body. He brings his leg over hers and she no longer has a name for how he’s burrowed his way inside her.
His voice was soft but steady in her ear. “I can feel you thinking you should leave,” he tightened his arm around her stomach, “but if it’s all the same to you, I fully intend on keeping you."