Of all the scenarios Ron imagined, this wasn't one of them. But this was everything he wanted.
The kiss was aggressive, deep, like a couple running out of time. As if the world would end tomorrow, there was longing and desperation in their movement; in their lips and tongue thay slotted together perfectly.
It was different from the curious and hesitant kiss they had during the New Year, of the tender kiss they shared during their first sex. It was as if the longing they had of each other for the past six years poured out all at once in the way they grabbed each other.
When the need for air parted them for the first time, they looked at each other; at the spark gradulally came back to a pair of dull eyes; at the tears started to glaze them. For a few seconds, they got lost in each other's gaze, almost forgetting to take a breath. And when they got their breath again, they resumed their kiss as if nothing else mattered.
