Alexander Langston and Orion Black
"Drugs of their own making, Black and Langston." - Scorpios Hyperion Malfoy
"Drugs of their own making, Black and Langston." - Scorpios Hyperion Malfoy
How quickly the night had transformed, Alexander thought to himself. Euphoria was washing over him from head to toe, suffocating the darkness within. It felt like a lifetime ago since Orion had plucked him from his spot in front of the fire, reading a book. He looked at her now, she was glowing. They were in the thick of the dance floor, bodies pushing them together. The closer they were, the more mesmerized he became. Without a second thought he wrapped a protective arm around her waist, lowering down to speak in her ear. “Are you having a good time?”
Orion’s body tingled with glee; the sensation of being so close to the boy she had liked for so many years boosting the euphoria running through her veins. His breath caressed her skin, a ghostly touch of his voice. She grinned up at him, resisting, and failing the urge to kiss him. Orion’s hands slid behind his neck, pulling her up against him as she kissed the sharp line of his jaw. “Yes. Thank you for being here with me.”
Her lips were electrifying and unexpected, her scent surrounded him. He wished he could be this guy all of the time. So often he felt like he was saying or doing the wrong thing, hurting Orion in the process. She felt so small in his arms, as if he might break her. Lights were glittering in her eyes, Alexander couldn’t look away. He almost went to caress her cheek, just falling short worried it was too bold. His confidence was ebbing. Still he couldn’t help himself from saying, “You’re beautiful tonight.”
Orion leaned into his hand, meeting him halfway. She pressed herself into his touch, closing her eyes. After a moment, she kissed his lips softly. “You’re always beautiful, Alexander Langston. Always.”
For once he felt like he wasn’t letting her down. He wasn’t sure how he ended up the object of her affection, he certainly didn’t think himself deserving. There was always a piece of Alexander holding himself back from her, but for once he was able to let himself go. He traced his fingers from the curve of her eyes to the peak of her chin, staring longingly. His smile was ear to ear, unable to look away. Gently he tilted her head back, leaning in. His kiss was slow and tender, his arm around her pulling her deeper. Her presence enveloped him, triggering true euphoria, spiking his high. She felt like absolute ecstasy.
Alexander was kissing her. For the very first time, he had been the one to initiate such an intimate act. Orion always felt a pang if guilt at the stolen kisses, always wondered and longed for him to want her. Now, the floor disappeared from beneath her. It was as if all the strength in her body left her all at once. If Alexander let go, she would fall. No. She would continue falling—and falling and falling and falling.
cowritten by Jos