Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Another Life ❯ The Heartfelt Affair ( Prologue )

A/N: Written as a response to the Serpent's Challenge. I've never done a challenge fic before, but I'll definitely try my best. Conditions of the challenge will be posted in my bottom ANs as I reach them. Thank ye muchly.
Warnings: Yaoi/Slash, Angst, DARK themes, Backstabbing, Incest, Yuri/Fem-slash, and other various nastiness. Hard R rating.
Disclaimer: Ain't mine.

There was nothing quite like the feel of her neck pulsing under his lips. Feeling that thundering heartbeat, so strong and wild, was intoxicating. The smell of her breath, her tears, her sweat was an aroma above all others, more dazzling than the most expensive perfumes. Her soft moans, sobbed wails, their meetings on that huge, red-sheeted bed were music to his ears. Her fiery hair was a shining halo under her head, that beautiful ivory skin flushed with desire and need.

The best part of it all was that she was his, and she glorified in it

At last, the build up was complete. They came down from the magnificent high with panted breath and whispered promises that they knew would never be kept. She could not stay. He could not keep her. No matter how much they wanted it. She was the goddess of his life and he the god of hers. Together, they could have been unstoppable.

Could have. Would have. Should have.

Weren’t.

So they showered, running hands over skin and hair to memorize each other for the long time they would be apart. They dressed each other lovingly, lamenting at covering the perfect bodies they longed for. Then, they almost stripped each other bare again, but restrained themselves. This insane love between them would have to be sated another time.

When she reached the door, she couldn’t quite make herself open it. This was more her home than anywhere. This was more her husband than the man she had married. This was more her life than anything else could be.

His hands settled on her shoulders as he pressed to her back, gently kissing her neck. His quiet words emboldened her and she knew no matter how long they were apart, he would always be with her and she with him. His hands slipped down her arms as his head settled on her shoulder. Something shined on his hand. A simple silver band. She watched as he slid it onto her finger, onto the hand unbranded by her wedding band.

“I will always love you, Lillian Zakiah Evans,” he whispered fervently in her ear. She wanted to cry, to laugh, to never leave his side.

“I love you, Thomas Marvolo Riddle,” was her only reply.

Conditions met:
None.