Inell's Fanfiction Archive

It was a cold winter night when they faced one another. Lips met, hands caressed, bodies pressed closer. Whispers of more, yes, please filled the quiet hallway. Snow was beneath their feet, their breath a heavy fog from chapped lips, the nearby forest dark and silent. Heat, wet, tight. Rough wall, nails scratched, bodies slick, seeking release, escape, losing themselves in one another. Gray eyes met brown. Wands were raised. Memories of stolen nights were thick in the air around them. No words were spoken. There was no need. I'm sorry. We knew it would come to this. I never meant. We can no longer escape. I could have loved you. You did. I do. You're forgiven. Bright flash of green light. She watched him fall, his wand slid from his gloved hand where he'd pointed it at the sky, and she felt dampness on her cheeks, stinging from the cold as she turns to continue her fight. Her words reach his body, a whisper in the night air. "Me too."