People have different reasons for their actions and my reasons are hard muscles, which belong to a body that only gives me pain. I love him.
…love him when knocks me out with the Quaffle during a game.
…love him when he has me pressed against a wall, his teeth biting hard at my neck leaving awful bruises.
…love him when his fist connects with my jaw in a fight.
…love him when he takes me with such force it feels like he’s ripping me apart and setting my body on fire.
I even love him when he leaves me. (c)
Это самый короткий фик из всех, что мне когда-либо понравились.
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