✦ᴀᴍʙɪᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴄᴇ✦ - 𝘚.𝘖.𝘉

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 61

𝕴 grumbled to myself, stirring from my slumber, feeling the boy run his nose down the spine of my back, planting kisses upwards, biting down in the spot between my neck and shoulder, a smile tugging at my lips, sighing softly at the feeling, his fingertips running up and down my side in feathery touches, sucking and kissing on the same spot.

Sirius smiled against her neck when he heard her let out a hum of satisfaction, compelling him to kiss her even more, feeling dizzy from her scent and waking up next to her after three weeks. He raises his head for a second when she rolled over to face him, his grey eyes scanning over her soft and sleepy appearance. He loves the warmth in her cheeks from just waking up, her loves the small crinkles by her eyes when she smiles or laughs, he loves her different coloured eyes. He loves her.

I looked up at him propped up with his elbow over me, my eyes trailing down to the tattoo on his chest, reaching and trailing the shape, noticing now it was an amalgamation tattoo. Two forms in one entity, dog and human. Him. I fluttered my eyes closed when he reached down, connecting our lips together softly, lightly brushing his tongue over my bottom lip, my heart pounding erratically in my chest, even more so when he whispered the next words against my lips,

"I love you"

"Mm, I love you. Sadly" I murmured, feeling his lips tug upwards into a smile, letting out an amused hum, dropping his forehead against mine, nudging my nose with his own. He captured my lips again, my hands raking through his dark silky locks, pushing them backwards as he kissed me gently, hooking his leg over my waist so he was straddling me, pushing his nose down further to deepen the kiss. I parted my lips against his, teasingly sweeping my tongue over his bottom lip, before sucking and tugging revelling in the strangled noises he let out from the back of his throat,

"Rory" He murmurs throatily against her lips, feeling pure ecstasy in his veins from the slightest feeling of her touch. He's sure even if she just looked at him he would completely melt into a puddle, he's putty in her hands, he knows that, she knows that. She loves him, it's insane she loves him, and he loves her so much he feels it heavy in his bones, more than he thought possible. She's captivated his soul in a way he never thought anyone else could, it's hers:

"Sometimes you make me forget my real name" I muttered, my eyes fluttering open when he detached his lips and let out a breathy laugh, rolling to my side again, yet still propping himself up with his elbow, gazing down at me. He lifted his other hand up, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand, a lazy grin settling on his face as he mumbled,

"Mallory"

"See, it's weird. You only say Mallory during sex because you say Rory too much I-"

"I do not!" He cried out as if I had greatly offended him, although grumbling incoherent words when I sent him a flat look, his cheeks blushing furiously, averting his eyes away from me,