evan is coming back and that’s really all that matters at present.
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My Favorite HP Ships | Bill Weasley/ Fleur Delacour
“You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per’aps, you hoped?” said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. “What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat!” she added fiercely, pushing Mrs. Weasley aside and snatching the ointment from her.
She was in his arms in a moment, long hair swinging around his face, the subtle scent of lilac driving everything else from his mind. He held her tightly around the waist, lifting her off the ground until her legs wrapped around his torso, their lips colliding in an assault of such desperate, heady kisses that they hardly seemed to take a breath between them.
“We didn’t leave. I won’t leave you, I can’t do it again,” Violet whispered, pressing her forehead against his own. Tate shut his eyes, holding her as close as he could without hurting her. She’d said it now, she wouldn’t leave. She didn’t want to fly away. She was his.
How they made it to the bed he’d never remember. Her mother, too distraught in her own nightmare, didn’t come to check on her daughter.
Violet’s fingers retraced the path that had been foiled that night on the beach; he heard her breathless little laugh as she struggled with his sweater, felt the cool of the night air on his chest. He reached for the waistband of her sweatpants, slid them off her slim legs, running his hands over the soft flesh of her calves, her thighs. She shifted to raise her arms; he pulled off the oversized shirt she wore to bed, threw it somewhere on the floor.
She dragged him to her, her hands on his shoulders, and he kissed feverishly the soft skin of her neck, down her clavicles, across the pale expanse of her slim belly. He felt the pattern of goosebumps follow the trail of his lips, felt his own heart thud at the little sigh she gave when his fingers glided across her waist. He forced himself to pause, to pull back from her.
“Are you sure you’re-“
He felt the breath leave him as she pitched forward, hands around his waist, throwing him onto the bed next to her and rolling neatly on top of him.
“Shut your mouth.” She whispered into his ear, one finger tracing across the skin in the middle of his chest. Tate gave a tiny little moan, felt her giddy laugh hot against his ear.
(Source: thinkaboutall)
IT IS TIME FOR MY UNNERVING LITTLE OBSESSION TO SUBSIDE WHY CAN’T I LET THIS GO RAHHHGSHSAHRP.
(Source: mychainsarebroken)
