HP:: A Speck of Eternity [Andromeda/Ted::PG13]
Title: A Speck of Eternity
Character(s): Andromeda Black, Ted Tonks
Prompt: 05. to the last syllable of recorded time
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 643
Author's Notes: This is sweet and artistic and a pretty poetic waxing on the future and what comes next. The situation isn't really kiddie friendly, thus the higher rating and this fic is dedicated to jadestellar who writes a fabulous Ted Tonks and to everyone who has ever been in love. A bit shorter than the others, but still perfect.
There’s the soft ping of rain on the roof of their makeshift tent, a hidden fortress where no one will be able find them and catch them. The weather is warmer, as May is quickly fading into June, the prospect of NEWTs and the end of their time here, their unknown future looming before them.
Her chest is rising, slowly and gently, up and down, the soft rhythm of a girl in the depth of sleep. He’s watching her, the flickering blue light from a magic flame magic her perfect breasts the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, even more beautiful now, then they were the first time and he’s still breathless.
He doesn’t want this to be over. He wants to lie like this forever, his body next to hers, watching her, seeing her in her most unguarded and serene state. This must be what heaven is like, he realizes. Him and her, together forever. Seventeen, intertwined, and he knows that it doesn’t even have to be after sex it can just be them together.
His heart lurches in his chest. He wonders vaguely if he’s going to be sick, have to stick his head outside the tent and vomit and hope that the rain is falling hard enough so that the rain washing the stink away. But he doesn’t feel any bile rising in his throat. This is a different kind of lurching. The kind that is associated with sweaty palms, and rushing pulse, and thoughts of forever.
He knows exactly what this is and he knows that he should be terrified, but he’s not. He is thrilled by it, enjoys it, is invigorated by it and feels as if he could take on a mountain troll because of it.
He loves her.
More than that, he’s in love with her.
In that, head over heels, reach for the stars, forever and ever, until death do us part and then some kind of way.
He wants her to be to be his forever and always, and he thinks that she already kind of is. Or he hopes that she is. He knows that if she asked he would lie down in front of a moving bus for her, but he’s pretty sure that she would never ask that, but he knows that the promise is still valid.
She sighs slightly in her sleep, and rolls in slightly into him, brushing up against him and he can feel himself instantly reacting in that natural reaction that neither of them really mind and is their purpose of being in the tent in the first place. He reaches his hand over to her face and brushes a lock of dark hair out of her face so that he see her clearly.
There is a slightly smile painted on her features, a content one that he is sure that he mirrors on his own. He likes things this way.
He feels a desperate need to voice his realization to her right now. To tell her what he just realized, at this moment when she is peaceful and sleeping and cannot laugh in his face and reject him.
He inhales softly yet deeply, staring at her closed eyes and breathes out the words he’s never known he’s been dying to say.
“I love you, Andromeda Black.”
The words hang in the air, like a mist in the rain and fog that is rolling around outside their sanctuary.
He notices her smile grow wider and her eyelids flutter open slightly.
“I love you too, Theodore Tonks,” she replies, sleepily yet awake enough for him to know that those words are not the product of a dream.
His heart is lifted up is chest, and he leans forward and kisses her and she kisses him back and this was all he could’ve asked for.
Eternity. Just like this.
Character(s): Andromeda Black, Ted Tonks
Prompt: 05. to the last syllable of recorded time
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 643
Author's Notes: This is sweet and artistic and a pretty poetic waxing on the future and what comes next. The situation isn't really kiddie friendly, thus the higher rating and this fic is dedicated to jadestellar who writes a fabulous Ted Tonks and to everyone who has ever been in love. A bit shorter than the others, but still perfect.
There’s the soft ping of rain on the roof of their makeshift tent, a hidden fortress where no one will be able find them and catch them. The weather is warmer, as May is quickly fading into June, the prospect of NEWTs and the end of their time here, their unknown future looming before them.
Her chest is rising, slowly and gently, up and down, the soft rhythm of a girl in the depth of sleep. He’s watching her, the flickering blue light from a magic flame magic her perfect breasts the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, even more beautiful now, then they were the first time and he’s still breathless.
He doesn’t want this to be over. He wants to lie like this forever, his body next to hers, watching her, seeing her in her most unguarded and serene state. This must be what heaven is like, he realizes. Him and her, together forever. Seventeen, intertwined, and he knows that it doesn’t even have to be after sex it can just be them together.
His heart lurches in his chest. He wonders vaguely if he’s going to be sick, have to stick his head outside the tent and vomit and hope that the rain is falling hard enough so that the rain washing the stink away. But he doesn’t feel any bile rising in his throat. This is a different kind of lurching. The kind that is associated with sweaty palms, and rushing pulse, and thoughts of forever.
He knows exactly what this is and he knows that he should be terrified, but he’s not. He is thrilled by it, enjoys it, is invigorated by it and feels as if he could take on a mountain troll because of it.
He loves her.
More than that, he’s in love with her.
In that, head over heels, reach for the stars, forever and ever, until death do us part and then some kind of way.
He wants her to be to be his forever and always, and he thinks that she already kind of is. Or he hopes that she is. He knows that if she asked he would lie down in front of a moving bus for her, but he’s pretty sure that she would never ask that, but he knows that the promise is still valid.
She sighs slightly in her sleep, and rolls in slightly into him, brushing up against him and he can feel himself instantly reacting in that natural reaction that neither of them really mind and is their purpose of being in the tent in the first place. He reaches his hand over to her face and brushes a lock of dark hair out of her face so that he see her clearly.
There is a slightly smile painted on her features, a content one that he is sure that he mirrors on his own. He likes things this way.
He feels a desperate need to voice his realization to her right now. To tell her what he just realized, at this moment when she is peaceful and sleeping and cannot laugh in his face and reject him.
He inhales softly yet deeply, staring at her closed eyes and breathes out the words he’s never known he’s been dying to say.
“I love you, Andromeda Black.”
The words hang in the air, like a mist in the rain and fog that is rolling around outside their sanctuary.
He notices her smile grow wider and her eyelids flutter open slightly.
“I love you too, Theodore Tonks,” she replies, sleepily yet awake enough for him to know that those words are not the product of a dream.
His heart is lifted up is chest, and he leans forward and kisses her and she kisses him back and this was all he could’ve asked for.
Eternity. Just like this.