He is coming. I have done my best through the years to avoid thinking of this day, despite knowing it must eventually come. Now he will be here in less than a month, and I am not ready. Then again, would I ever have been? And is he?
Severus and Albus are swiftly approaching the final act. Time is taking its toll on Albus, and Severus insists that they take an evening away to reflect. Sentimental twaddle ensues, because, of course it does - but this time, it has some...literary merit, perhaps?
He licks lightly along the top of her cheekbone, tongue sliding over damp skin. His moan is pure pleasure, savouring the taste of the wetness that he drew from her.
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