Falling Is Only the Beginning: A Lovers' Tale

Falling is Only the Beginning: A Lovers Tale

Chap. 2

    It's not like every girl can't have a fantasy of their certain someone. No, and it's no different from a guy either. Her fantasies seemed odd to her though. They weren't the cuddling, kissing, sweet talking ones she usually heard. Not at all, because they were usually rough, having the person she wanted, force her into something. Making her plead and scream, it was like she wanted it but yet she didn't, in the end it confused her.

    The dream or fantasy she had that night was odd, it starts out like...

    She’s walking towards the lake, there's a light wind. It mindlessly plays with her hair and blows at her clothes. It was as if it wanted her to stop walking and turn around, before it was too late. But she ignored the cry of the wind and walked on.

    When she heard a low voice in her ear, "hello sweet," it spoke purring like; it made her stop.

    She turned, having her brown eyes meet gray ones; a small smile was placed on his lips. The eyes flashed with something before his lips crashed onto hers. She heard herself whimper as she tried to fight him off. But he got hold of her hands and pushed her against a wall of some sort. The rough edges of the wall buried into her back.

    She stopped moving after he removed his lips, he looked her in the eye nearly laughing. She swallowed as he lowered his mouth again. His hand ran around her, making her feel dirty. She tried fighting him again, but he only placed his leg between hers, taking her hands and placing them both above her head. As his lips did the rest of the work...

    She had later woke gasping; cold sweat was on her back. She somehow found that it wasn't a nightmare for she wanted to go threw it all again. Shivering she checked the time and found she had enough time to get ready. Breathing turning back to regular she crawled out of bed and went in for a shower.

    He didn't have a dream that night, no, he had a dreamless sleep. Which for some reason bugged him very much, but his thoughts weren't blank as his dreams were. His thoughts always drifter away towards the red-head he saw that night.

    His hand always had a slight tingle when he thought of it, the thought of his hands touching her made him groan, as he rose out of bed. He didn't want to think about it, but his head churned as her eyes flashed behind his eyelids. Her hair would be on his mind also, it was familiar.

Almost too familiar, but he excused the thoughts as he stepped in for a shower. When he came out, he was proud to say puberty was a gift, not a curse, for him. His face always remained smooth without a trace of acne coming, and his body seemed to grow better with the fact of Quidditch. No, he guessed he didn't mind puberty at all.

    He shivered as he felt someone come threw the bathroom door, luckily he had his clothes on. But he glared at the intruder anyway, before heading off for some deserved breakfast.