Emotion and physical sensation had become indistinguishable, the line between the two even more blurred than the boundaries between their bodies. Harry had lost all concept of time, too, but he was aware of the fact that this had been a long time coming, that the friction between them was also because of the time it had taken to get to this point. And it was getting close, so close, to reaching a conclusion at last, a wonderful, blissful ending. He hoped so, at least, because the anticipation of it was almost painful, his nerves more overwhelmed with sensation than ever before, his heart beating so fast he thought it was sure to explode inside his chest.
It was her nails that did him in, that made him gasp at the sting, made his focus - if it could be called that - shift long enough for everything to reach a breaking point. It crashed over him, making his body shudder as he surrendered completely, his grip on her tightening until his knuckles were white, helpless and breathless sounds of pleasure that sometimes sounded vaguely like her name leaving his lips. God, he never wanted the feeling to end, and yet he felt utterly content when it did, his entire body relaxing against hers, his face pressed against her neck, unable to care that her glasses were digging somewhat uncomfortably into his nose. How they'd even managed to stay on through all of this, he could not even begin to imagine.