Hands tangled in her hair. Sweat dripping down his chest and onto hers, mixing with her own expiration as if it had never known how to be apart. Sweet murmurs of promises and yesyesDraco – thereyesyes – fuckme – and closer, closer, closer that was followed by a release so blinding and so euphoric that it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps they were both the sun. Burning and shining and colliding until there was nothing left of them, until destruction was –