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Title: Waking up in your arms
Characters: Dennis Creevey, Orla Quirke
When: Near future
Warning: PG-13
Disclaimer: Owned by JK Rowling
Words: 371
Rolling over, his hand brushed some hair. Her hair. He brought his hand lower until it came to rest on her hip. Gently Dennis pulled her towards him, so that he was spooning her from behind. That was how he wanted to wake up every morning, slowing with Orla Quirke's soft warm body pressed against him. He could smell the hint of the lilac scented soap lingering on her as he inhaled her scent.
Merlin, I'm the luckiest bloke in the world, he thought as he brushed his lips against her hair line. They had been together since school, but he was grateful for every moment he spent with her. She was brilliant; smart, funny, caring. Dennis never thought he'd find a bird like her, but once he did, he swore he'd never let her go.
He gave her a squeeze as he felt her skin against his and began to harden. The memory of their first kiss and then the first time they made love. While he should have moved away, letting her sleep some more, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled again, holding her close. Sighing for he knew he had to get up, he kissed her one last time before slipping out of the bed, but not before tucking the covers around her so she would stay warm.
He walked awkwardly toward the loo, where he took a quick shower, working out the soreness from his muscles with the hot water. Once he was relaxed he shut off the water and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist. Silently, he slipped back into the bedroom. The light from the loo cast over her face and he watched her sleep. Merlin, she was beautiful. Closing the door between the two rooms he dressed quickly in the dark. He slipped into some dragon-hide trousers and a clean t-shirt, taking a dragon-hide jacket off a hook on the back of the bedroom door.
Crossing over to the closet, he pulled out a bouquet of lilacs that he had stashed there the night before. Dennis took one flower out and laid it next to her head as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Happy birthday, Myfanwy."
the_rainbow_jen!Title: Waking up in your arms
Characters: Dennis Creevey, Orla Quirke
When: Near future
Warning: PG-13
Disclaimer: Owned by JK Rowling
Words: 371
Rolling over, his hand brushed some hair. Her hair. He brought his hand lower until it came to rest on her hip. Gently Dennis pulled her towards him, so that he was spooning her from behind. That was how he wanted to wake up every morning, slowing with Orla Quirke's soft warm body pressed against him. He could smell the hint of the lilac scented soap lingering on her as he inhaled her scent.
Merlin, I'm the luckiest bloke in the world, he thought as he brushed his lips against her hair line. They had been together since school, but he was grateful for every moment he spent with her. She was brilliant; smart, funny, caring. Dennis never thought he'd find a bird like her, but once he did, he swore he'd never let her go.
He gave her a squeeze as he felt her skin against his and began to harden. The memory of their first kiss and then the first time they made love. While he should have moved away, letting her sleep some more, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled again, holding her close. Sighing for he knew he had to get up, he kissed her one last time before slipping out of the bed, but not before tucking the covers around her so she would stay warm.
He walked awkwardly toward the loo, where he took a quick shower, working out the soreness from his muscles with the hot water. Once he was relaxed he shut off the water and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist. Silently, he slipped back into the bedroom. The light from the loo cast over her face and he watched her sleep. Merlin, she was beautiful. Closing the door between the two rooms he dressed quickly in the dark. He slipped into some dragon-hide trousers and a clean t-shirt, taking a dragon-hide jacket off a hook on the back of the bedroom door.
Crossing over to the closet, he pulled out a bouquet of lilacs that he had stashed there the night before. Dennis took one flower out and laid it next to her head as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Happy birthday, Myfanwy."
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I love how he just adores her. The cynic in me scoffs, but the romantic in me just loves how in love he is.
I might have to write a follow-up to this from Orla's view! Hehe.