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What: ...
When: a dark night...
Where: a dark room...
Why: cuz someone wanted it...
The room was dark. The air was thick. The only sounds to be heard were the soft padding of bare feet on the cold wooden floor and the shallow breaths of the figure who was slowly walking across the room. It had happened weeks ago. Even now he couldn't ever fall asleep without...remembering. Each night he prepared himself for bed, his naked body shivering in the cold air as he crept under the sheets. Each night he lay awake on his bed, sleep seeming to have evaded him. He couldn't stop thinking about her. They had given themselves to each other, spending an evening in newly found passion, emotions that they had only just recently admitted to. It had been the best moment of his life, only to be snuffed out as quickly as it had come.
He had let her leave that next morning, after she had kissed him and told him she'd be back in no time. After she left, he watched her, through the window, watching until he could see her no more. Suddenly, screams could be heard from a distance, sharp piercing cries that echoed in his head as he ran out the door and made his way toward the source of the sound. His wand was out, but he was too late. There she lay on the ground, her unseeing eyes staring lifelessly into the sky. He turned away, unable to look upon her anymore. Her body had been horribly mutilated, the deeds performed quickly and in rapid succession. The desired affect must have been achieved, from the look on her face, she seemed to have been in great pain before being finished by the Killing Curse. He had seen it too many times before not to recognise it now.
He remembered crying. He remembered people trying to console him. He remembered sitting quietly through the funeral, his eyes showing his remaining friends and loved ones his exhaustion. She had told him that she had always loved his eyes, the startling green catching her attention anytime he looked at her. He closed them now, a single tear sliding slowly down his cheek. He couldn't help it. They had declared their love for each other that night so long ago. He had sworn to protect her. And he had failed.
His eyes now closed, he began to drift back to that night, his mind sinking into the depth of the memory. It was almost as if he were looking at the memory in a pensieve, the detail and imagery were so strong.
They had started the night fully clothed, slightly nervous but eager to reminisce. They had talked of old times, how they had first met, how they had been such awkward friends at first, how their relationship grew and developed. He told her of his attempts at trying the find that "one special person", she spoke of her failed partners, both of them realising the countless years they had missed by overlooking each other. Even after the realisation, they continued talking, moving closer to each other on the couch until they were sittings right next to each other. Just a simple, warmth that they took from one another by being near to each other. He began talking about her, reasoning with himself, trying to figure out why it had taken him this long to figure out why he hadn't thought of her in his search for the perfect girl. Before he knew it, she was kissing him, her eyes shining brightly with an emotion he had never seen in them before. He stared into them as he kissed her back, finally closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her.
His sob brought him out of the memory. Part of him hated that it was so vivid, yet the other part couldn't bear to let it go. It was the best thing he had left of her. He steadied his breathing, falling back onto the bed and falling back into the memory.
She broke the kiss, staring lovingly into his eyes before shocking him with her next move. She pulled out of his embrace and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, the confidence in her eyes flickering momentarily. Whether it was doubt or fear he would never know, but whatever it was faded back into the look of longing she was giving him. After tossing her removed blouse off the couch, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her small, perky breasts bounce lightly out of it as she discarded the clothing item off to the side as well. Gently, she took his hand and rested it over her heart, then slowly moved it over her left breast, gasping quietly at the feel of his hand brushing over her nipple.
He heard himself saying that he didn't know what to do, telling her that she would be his first. The look in her eyes was one of surprise, and she told him softly that she would show him what to do. He was nervous, but began rubbing her breasts, his palm running over her nipple again, wanting to explore every inch of her body. He could feel her twisting and reaching to unbutton his jeans, pushing them and his boxers off his hips and then leaning him back onto the couch so she could more easily remove them. She threw them to the side as she had her own clothing, then reached down between his legs and wrapped her hand around the semi-hard flesh there. He remembered wrapping his own hand around hers, relishing the warmth of her hand around him. Together they stroked him, picking up pace and going harder, faster, the pressure growing inside him, and then she slowed, and finally stopped. He had wimpered softly, a small sound that he hadn't even realised he had made until she laughed. It was a soft, understanding laugh, and she quickly removed the rest of her clothing, then straddled his naked body. Smiling coyly, she reached for his hand again, the time pressing it against the warmth of her stomach before running it lower until their fingers were running through her small patch of hair. She reached her other hand down and spread the moist folds, revealing the small nub that lay beneath them. With the hand that was on his, she showed him how to touch her, gasping when he did something right, moaning lightly when he moved his hand further along her slit and dipped a finger inside her.
He smiled as he remembered how shocked he had been by the heat and moisture he felt. That was when she had moved back so that she was straddling his pelvis, reaching down and wrapped a hand around his even harder cock, having grown even more since touching her. Slowly, she angled him so he was just outside her entrance. He could feel the heat again, could feel it driving him mad. His hips jumped involuntarily, but she had been ready and moved so that he couldn't push into her. She grinned, and slowly dropped onto him, painfully slow, inch by inch she went, loving the feel of him filling her, loving the sporadic gasps from him as she covered him, the jump of his hips each time she stopped. Finally she had lowered herself all the way. She sat there for a moment, smiling at his wimperings, then lifted off him and slowly pushed back down again. She repeated that movement a few more times, waiting patiently as he grabbed himself and then slipped his erection back into her when he'd slipped out. Soon though she was bouncing up and down on top of him, moaning in pleasure each time she plunged back down.
He moaned loudly, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as his hand snaked down to wrap itself around the base of his erection, squeezing it hard and then beginning to pump, slowly at first, and then speeding up as the memory pushed him on. He saw her in his minds eye, straddling him and moving on top of him, his hand matching her movements exactly, speeding up when she did, and slowing down when she had. Not breaking his rhythm, he rolled over onto his side, then lifted himself up with his free hand, supporting himself on his hand and knees. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his body remembering what came next.
She had slowed down and then climbed off of him, moving to lay underneath him. She had flung one of her legs over the back of the couch, the other hanging off the side. Reaching for him again, she grabbed his hard, now wet, cock and guided it into herself once more, sighing contently as he pushed inside her. He pulled out slowly, pushing in again, trying to find his rhythm so that he wouldn't slip out again. After a few times, his confidence grew and he began to speed up, grinding harder and faster into her in response to her high-pitched cries. She wrapped a leg around him as though to pull him deeper inside, clenching herself tightly around him. He gasped at the sudden tightness and began pounding harder into her with reckless abandon, her moans of pleasure growing louder as she finally climaxed as he continued to pump in and out of her. He could feel the pressure building and he moaned.
The sound echoed off the empty walls as he kept pumping himself, his own climax hitting at the same time the memory of her had. Thick, white gobs shot out of his cock, spilling onto the bedsheet below him. He continued pumping slowly, watching as the last few drops fell onto the bed before he flopped over onto his back, collapsing from the exhaustion of the memory.
When: a dark night...
Where: a dark room...
Why: cuz someone wanted it...
The room was dark. The air was thick. The only sounds to be heard were the soft padding of bare feet on the cold wooden floor and the shallow breaths of the figure who was slowly walking across the room. It had happened weeks ago. Even now he couldn't ever fall asleep without...remembering. Each night he prepared himself for bed, his naked body shivering in the cold air as he crept under the sheets. Each night he lay awake on his bed, sleep seeming to have evaded him. He couldn't stop thinking about her. They had given themselves to each other, spending an evening in newly found passion, emotions that they had only just recently admitted to. It had been the best moment of his life, only to be snuffed out as quickly as it had come.
He had let her leave that next morning, after she had kissed him and told him she'd be back in no time. After she left, he watched her, through the window, watching until he could see her no more. Suddenly, screams could be heard from a distance, sharp piercing cries that echoed in his head as he ran out the door and made his way toward the source of the sound. His wand was out, but he was too late. There she lay on the ground, her unseeing eyes staring lifelessly into the sky. He turned away, unable to look upon her anymore. Her body had been horribly mutilated, the deeds performed quickly and in rapid succession. The desired affect must have been achieved, from the look on her face, she seemed to have been in great pain before being finished by the Killing Curse. He had seen it too many times before not to recognise it now.
He remembered crying. He remembered people trying to console him. He remembered sitting quietly through the funeral, his eyes showing his remaining friends and loved ones his exhaustion. She had told him that she had always loved his eyes, the startling green catching her attention anytime he looked at her. He closed them now, a single tear sliding slowly down his cheek. He couldn't help it. They had declared their love for each other that night so long ago. He had sworn to protect her. And he had failed.
His eyes now closed, he began to drift back to that night, his mind sinking into the depth of the memory. It was almost as if he were looking at the memory in a pensieve, the detail and imagery were so strong.
They had started the night fully clothed, slightly nervous but eager to reminisce. They had talked of old times, how they had first met, how they had been such awkward friends at first, how their relationship grew and developed. He told her of his attempts at trying the find that "one special person", she spoke of her failed partners, both of them realising the countless years they had missed by overlooking each other. Even after the realisation, they continued talking, moving closer to each other on the couch until they were sittings right next to each other. Just a simple, warmth that they took from one another by being near to each other. He began talking about her, reasoning with himself, trying to figure out why it had taken him this long to figure out why he hadn't thought of her in his search for the perfect girl. Before he knew it, she was kissing him, her eyes shining brightly with an emotion he had never seen in them before. He stared into them as he kissed her back, finally closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her.
His sob brought him out of the memory. Part of him hated that it was so vivid, yet the other part couldn't bear to let it go. It was the best thing he had left of her. He steadied his breathing, falling back onto the bed and falling back into the memory.
She broke the kiss, staring lovingly into his eyes before shocking him with her next move. She pulled out of his embrace and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, the confidence in her eyes flickering momentarily. Whether it was doubt or fear he would never know, but whatever it was faded back into the look of longing she was giving him. After tossing her removed blouse off the couch, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her small, perky breasts bounce lightly out of it as she discarded the clothing item off to the side as well. Gently, she took his hand and rested it over her heart, then slowly moved it over her left breast, gasping quietly at the feel of his hand brushing over her nipple.
He heard himself saying that he didn't know what to do, telling her that she would be his first. The look in her eyes was one of surprise, and she told him softly that she would show him what to do. He was nervous, but began rubbing her breasts, his palm running over her nipple again, wanting to explore every inch of her body. He could feel her twisting and reaching to unbutton his jeans, pushing them and his boxers off his hips and then leaning him back onto the couch so she could more easily remove them. She threw them to the side as she had her own clothing, then reached down between his legs and wrapped her hand around the semi-hard flesh there. He remembered wrapping his own hand around hers, relishing the warmth of her hand around him. Together they stroked him, picking up pace and going harder, faster, the pressure growing inside him, and then she slowed, and finally stopped. He had wimpered softly, a small sound that he hadn't even realised he had made until she laughed. It was a soft, understanding laugh, and she quickly removed the rest of her clothing, then straddled his naked body. Smiling coyly, she reached for his hand again, the time pressing it against the warmth of her stomach before running it lower until their fingers were running through her small patch of hair. She reached her other hand down and spread the moist folds, revealing the small nub that lay beneath them. With the hand that was on his, she showed him how to touch her, gasping when he did something right, moaning lightly when he moved his hand further along her slit and dipped a finger inside her.
He smiled as he remembered how shocked he had been by the heat and moisture he felt. That was when she had moved back so that she was straddling his pelvis, reaching down and wrapped a hand around his even harder cock, having grown even more since touching her. Slowly, she angled him so he was just outside her entrance. He could feel the heat again, could feel it driving him mad. His hips jumped involuntarily, but she had been ready and moved so that he couldn't push into her. She grinned, and slowly dropped onto him, painfully slow, inch by inch she went, loving the feel of him filling her, loving the sporadic gasps from him as she covered him, the jump of his hips each time she stopped. Finally she had lowered herself all the way. She sat there for a moment, smiling at his wimperings, then lifted off him and slowly pushed back down again. She repeated that movement a few more times, waiting patiently as he grabbed himself and then slipped his erection back into her when he'd slipped out. Soon though she was bouncing up and down on top of him, moaning in pleasure each time she plunged back down.
He moaned loudly, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as his hand snaked down to wrap itself around the base of his erection, squeezing it hard and then beginning to pump, slowly at first, and then speeding up as the memory pushed him on. He saw her in his minds eye, straddling him and moving on top of him, his hand matching her movements exactly, speeding up when she did, and slowing down when she had. Not breaking his rhythm, he rolled over onto his side, then lifted himself up with his free hand, supporting himself on his hand and knees. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his body remembering what came next.
She had slowed down and then climbed off of him, moving to lay underneath him. She had flung one of her legs over the back of the couch, the other hanging off the side. Reaching for him again, she grabbed his hard, now wet, cock and guided it into herself once more, sighing contently as he pushed inside her. He pulled out slowly, pushing in again, trying to find his rhythm so that he wouldn't slip out again. After a few times, his confidence grew and he began to speed up, grinding harder and faster into her in response to her high-pitched cries. She wrapped a leg around him as though to pull him deeper inside, clenching herself tightly around him. He gasped at the sudden tightness and began pounding harder into her with reckless abandon, her moans of pleasure growing louder as she finally climaxed as he continued to pump in and out of her. He could feel the pressure building and he moaned.
The sound echoed off the empty walls as he kept pumping himself, his own climax hitting at the same time the memory of her had. Thick, white gobs shot out of his cock, spilling onto the bedsheet below him. He continued pumping slowly, watching as the last few drops fell onto the bed before he flopped over onto his back, collapsing from the exhaustion of the memory.
