From Eden - Regulus Black (Complete)

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five -

SHORT. JUST WANTED TO POST THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE YEAR IN JANUARY 1ST!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!

THE ORDER'S PREPARATION

TW: SMUT IN THE FIRST PART; CAN BE SKIPPED.

The Order's day and preparations started way before morning.

Anne sat almost the whole night in anxious preparation beside Regulus, holding his hand as he cried once more for his mother and his father and all the things that he had to do to make them happy; the torture, the killing, the responsibility he had to take on his shoulders as a fourteen-year-old. And then he held her as she cried for Harry, for herself, for Hermione, Ron and all the people that she couldn't protect and that deserved nothing more than happiness and a boring, nice, quiet life.

She kissed him on the lips once the clock hit three in the morning, holding him tight anyways.

"Love me," she requested.

"I always love you," he answered, kissing her lip once more.

"No, no," she said, pulling away from him, still lying in his arms, lying on top of him. "Love me. If you think we can, I want it. I want you."

He blinked. Those type of touches were hardly ever happening ever since he had come back from the dead; he hadn't initiated and neither had she. They both had assumed that, because of the stress the war was causing, they didn't want to be touched and didn't want to pressure the other into anything. But Anne couldn't hold back anymore.

"We can try," he said.

And trying was enough, trying meant he cared and trying meant he was there.

He kissed her again, his lips embracing her bottom lips with care.

"Is the door locked?" he asked. She chuckled, nodding at him. "Good, good. Just to make sure nobody is walking into us again."

He moved at once, flipped her onto her back and climbing on top of her, kissing her lips, face and neck with little kisses that made her giggle. Until she held his face in place, kissing him full on the lips and deepening it as soon as he stopped trying to make her laugh – he melted into the kiss, his weight on top of her becoming heavier as their intertwined legs started to move. His knee touched the middle of her legs, she grunted.

He smirked into the kiss.

"Take that smugness out of that beautiful face of yours, Little Prince," she warned.

"Whatever you ask me, Princess," he joked back.

Pushing the knee against her, he kissed her neck, one of his hands holding onto her waist and the other was holding onto the pillow as he used his elbow to hold himself to a position where he wouldn't just simply crush her completely. It was the noise that she made the made him grunt as her own leg brushed against his hardening cock.

It was natural, his hips moving against her and her hips moving against him. It had been a long time since something felt natural at all in his life, and Regulus was thankful that she had initiated the act.

Gently, he reached for her pyjama shirt, pulling it up and helping Anne sit up to pass it over her back, throwing it to the end of the bed, watching her already naked breasts appearing to his sights. He had taken glimpses of it when she was showering in the morning and he went to brush his teeth and through it hardened him, he had swallowed down his desire for all the things that they had to do. But now, as he looked back at her face, she just nodded, leaning back and raising her chest towards him. He kissed the marvellous skin, sucking on the nipple – she moaned, jaw opening. Her legs tightened around his.