Lucy May Weasley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lucymaybefierce) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
Before Lucy could process his words, he'd swept her into a dance, her arms lifting of their own volition to curl over his shoulders. And then he spoke again, and her belly erupted in flutters. It was overwhelming to the point where she was on the verge of pulling his head down to meet her lips.
And then he beat her to it, and she was utterly swept up in the romance of the moment. Which might have pissed her off were she sober, but still being on the less-than-sober side, Lucy felt her bones melting at the heat of his mouth on hers, her body forgetting to sway as she pressed against him.