Mist and Moonlight
Tom stood in the shadow of the doorway, watching her. She could have been a Malfoy with the way her blonde hair turned silver in the moonlight. The long waves cascading down her back, wet ends clinging to mist damped skin. She looked ethereal, and he was afraid if he touched her now, she’d dissolve into the very mist she was dancing in.
“Dance with me.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. Her normally pale blue eyes were dark with only glints of light shining in their depths, like stars in the sky above.
He pushed off the door frame with his shoulder, his bare feet were silent as he padded closer to the fountain. He licked his lips when she faced him fully. Her rosy nipples peeled out from between strands of her silvery locks and he licked his lips again. “You look like a nymph. If I touch you, will you disappear on me?” He reaches one have out, but stopped just short of touching her.
“More Nimue than nymph I think.” She said and swayed closer to him. His fingertips brushed against her hip before she moved away.
“If you are Nimue, does that make me Merlin?” He questioned and stepped over the low fountain wall, joining her in the cool spray.
She danced in closer, hips swaying and arms above her head. His arms wrapped around her waist of their own accord and she wrapped hers around his neck. Theirs bodies pressed close and he could feel every line of her lithe body against his slowly dampening front. “That makes you Arthur, the dragon come again.”