Anthony was still in half a haze as his gaze caught Ms. Malfoy’s perfect blue one. It was almost a mirror of his own but softer, sweeter, and lighter in so many ways. He’d once thought to himself that if they ever married and had children, he wanted them to have her blue rather than his. In this moment, children were the furthest thing from his mind however as the thrum of his heartbeat in his chest practically ached. He knew better than to take liberties. He’d prided himself his whole life on being an utmost gentleman. So why was it, as her small fingers curled into his sopping wet shirt, he suddenly had the most bizarre urge to alleviate himself of clothing altogether.A crease formed in Ms. Malfoy’s brow, an evident sign of unease, but before Anthony could dare to do anything about it, those small fingers were tugging him closer. He reacted on impulse rather than rationality. The space between them dissolved and Anthony reciprocated Ms. Malfoy’s - Torie’s - kiss with urgency. He poured every ounce of pining apology he could manage into that one moment, shifting closer to her than he otherwise might have dared. Fingers continued to rub absently at her bare thigh, but his free hand came up to gently cradle the back of her head as if terrified she might fall away again.
When they finally parted for oxygen, he didn’t move far. There was a question in his gaze but one he didn’t dare utter aloud for risk of insulting Torie and breaking this spell apart. Instead, Anthony hesitated for only a second and then kissed her again. This time was still urgent, still painfully apologetic, but he ventured forward more daringly than he had before. His tongue swiped gently against her lower lip, savoring every precious second he could manage. If this was the only opportunity he had to ever hold Torie this way again, then by Merlin he was going to take it.
Victoire Malfoy & muse song (it's especially fitting because tombé means fall lol)
© darling MJ for this spectacular sight